Do you think Meng Chenhao feels sad when he sees his son fall?
The group of people could only see his serious face, which was much cooler than the little face of Leilei. After all, it was the posture of his father being the old man.
"Get up! Get up quickly, why are you lying on the ground?"
Dad's stern voice came from the opposite side and entered Leilei's little ear. The little master, who was red with a little face, fell down, but his father even asked him why he was lying on the ground.
Ordinary children probably cried out with grievances.
But Leilei didn't. Because my father has been practicing him like this since he was a child.
"Get up quickly. I can't rely on this little thing anymore. What other ball do you plan to play?" Meng Chenhao was not polite at all to his four-year-old son, and shaved hard when it was time to scrape.
Xiaoxiao, Xiaogu and Honghong, all looked at Leilei's father with fear, so terrible. This man is actually Leilei's biological father?!
Coach Liu heard it from the other end and looked back, and felt that the kid's father was actually more harsh than her coach, and he was a big devil.
Leilei tried hard to support himself on the ground with his small hands to get himself up.
The fall just now was caught off guard and a little blood was rubbed out of his palm.
The red little mouth was flattened. Seeing that my little cousin fell like this, she was about to cry. But she didn't dare to cry, just like everyone who saw it on the scene dared not help this kid, just because Leilei's father was there.
Meng Chenhao did not allow anyone to help his son now.
Grandpa Meng and Grandma Meng have long since turned aside, indicating that they can't see it, otherwise they will feel distressed. They all know the temper of their grandson teaching their son, and they dare not offend them. Who told them to be the child's father?
In fact, everyone knows that grandsons are actually for the good of their children.
When a child falls, he feels distressed. If he goes over to help him, he will cause a dependent mentality to the child.
No one came to help me.
Leilei twitched his little nose, held back the pain in his little palm, walked over and picked up his racket.
"Are you ready? The second goal is here." Meng Chenhao told his son that he was ready to serve.
This time Leilei didn't dare to take it lightly, and was on guard all over. He couldn't even care about the injuries in his little hand. He looked at his father's serve. When the ball was thrown, Meng Chenhao still had no intention of pitying his injured son. No, this ball was more sharp than the one that made the son fall just now, like a blade that left his body. This time he hit the other side of the table.
The bystanders smiled at them, exclaiming with a premonition. Leilei's father was planning to let Leilei fall again.
Ning Yunxi knew that her husband's education principle was that where their son fell, he had to practice until his son stood up again from the place where he fell. Therefore, the husband's ball was not surprising at all.
Leilei's short legs ran desperately towards the other end of the table to catch his father's second ball.
Don't look at his little eyes and see where the ball is flying, but Dad plays too fast and he can't catch up with it-
Dad is worthy of being his father, and he is specializing in taking advantage of his weaknesses.
That's when Meng Chenhao found the advantage of his son playing from the first ball that his son received, his son had a good look and could see the ball clearly.
However, it is impossible to practice good balls if you have good eyes. Table tennis is a whole body exercise. If you can't keep up with your physical and physical movements, how can you do it if you have good eyes?
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