"The fight is quite cunning," said Shi Jiang, "the backhand power is obviously not as strong as the right hand."

"Well, our coach Jiang has to talk to me for a long time every time we train." Bian Nan scratched his head with a little embarrassed. Old Jiang said that Shi Jiang had performed very well in tennis before, but he didn't continue after being injured. His little tricks were probably seen through at first glance.

"Why don't you play and continue playing basketball?" Shi Jiang asked.

Bian Nan didn't know how to answer this question, and it felt like an interview. He stared at the information in his hand for a long time before saying, "I don't have enough interest and I feel that I can't get good results if I continue to play."

"Oh," Shi Jiang responded, without saying anything else, "You can take the information back and read it, just come here tomorrow."

"Okay," Bian Nan was relieved when he heard that he could leave first, and tried to ask, "Coach Shi, is that... from the training class?"

"That," Shi Jiang looked over the venue, "That's the second son of the General Luo family."

"I think I'm done." Bian Nan said with some depression when he met Qiu Yi who was waiting for him at the entrance of the alley.

"What's wrong?" Qiu Yi handed him a lollipop.

"Where did it come from?" Bian Nan looked at it, and it smelled like a strawberry. He put the lollipop in his mouth and held it in his mouth.

"Prepare it for you and the second baby," Qiu Yi looked at him, "I will prepare some snacks for him when I wait for the second baby when I have time."

"Damn," Bian Nan laughed, "Why do you always put Erbao and me on the same level?"

"You two are similar. When Erbao encounters something at school, he will tell me, brother, I'm finished," Qiu Yi said with a smile, "You have only been internship for a few hours, and you've been finished when you come back."

"Your uncle," Bian Nan pushed him, and then quickly pinched his hand, "I'm really overwhelmed today. I'm just as stupid as a fool, but do you know who that person is?"

Qiu Yi smiled and said, "It's okay for anyone. Are you not an assistant? Isn't it normal to help with teaching?"

"The problem is that I haven't started yet, and people didn't follow the arrangement to take me with that coach," Bian Nan frowned, "people are not students, but the son of President Zhan Fei."

"Ouch," Qiu Yi laughed, "How could he be so proud?"

Bian Nanting said depressedly that he was making cans in a simple way: "Shi Jiang also saw it. Will he have a bad impression of me?"

"There is nothing to worry about," Qiu Yi thought for a while, "at most you have some problems with your method, and there is nothing wrong with it. Didn't Shi Jiang say anything?"

"I'm a little uneasy. I just went there on the first day..." Bian Nan frowned.

"There is no big problem, don't be uneasy," Qiu Yi hugged his shoulder and pushed him into the alley. "But your problem that you can't suppress will change, otherwise you might suffer a loss in the future."

"Yeah." Bian Nan muffled.

"Make fried rice for you," Qiu Yi said, "it's fine after eating."

"Are you teasing the child?" Bian Nan smiled. In fact, Qiu Yi didn't say anything, but just a few words made him feel much more relieved.

When he returned to Qiu Yi's house, Qiu Yi went into the kitchen and went into the house south.

Because Qiu Yan was about to have a final exam, he was reviewing seriously in the house. He had not recovered from the cold. He sucked his nose while doing his homework. Bian Nan didn't bother him and returned to the living room to chat with Dad Qiu.

"Uncle, you have been coughing these days," Bian Nan poured a cup of hot water for Dad Qiu, "Did you catch a cold after kicking the quilt tonight?"

"It's not easy for me to kick the quilt, I can only lift the quilt." Dad Qiu was amused and took a sip of water slowly.

"Oh," Bian Nan felt a little embarrassed, "I'm just talking."

"It's almost the same," Dad Qiu patted him, "I heard from Qiu Yi, do you want to come to my house for free during the New Year?"

"Do you let me?" Bian Nan smiled and approached Dad Qiu, "My house is so boring. I'll come over and help with the work."

"If you want to come, just come. Anyway, there are only three people in my house for the Chinese New Year. It will be more lively when you come," Dad Qiu drank the water, "Aren't you coming here at 30, are you?"

"No, I'm thirty-year-old at home, I'll come and go after I'll get there." Bian Nan laughed twice.

"This is OK. Thirty-someone still has to stay at home with her parents, otherwise your father will feel so uncomfortable." Dad Qiu said with a cough.

"My house, mainly... the atmosphere is a bit like that," Bian Nan patted his back, "I just like your house, relaxed."

"Now it's almost the same as your second home," said Dad Qiu with a smile. "Seeing Tian'er coming to my house to report, it's like he has an extra son."

"Isn't this good?" Bian Nan pulled a stool and sat next to him. Dad Qiu's words made him feel a subtle sense of pleasure, as if the relationship between him and Qiu Yi suddenly drew a lot closer, a little warm, and a certain expectation for the future flashed through his mind. He couldn't help but lean against Dad Qiu, "Why do I recognize you as my godfather."

Dad Qiu was stunned for a moment, then laughed and patted him on his shoulder several times. Just as he was about to speak, Qiu Yi's voice came from outside the door: "Bian Nan, come and beat me eggs."

Bian Nan followed Qiu Yi into the kitchen happily. Just as he was about to reach out to grab a bowl to beat the eggs, he found that the eggs had been beaten.

"Isn't this a good fight?" Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yi in a daze, then smiled, "Damn, are you missing me and asking me to come over?"

Qiu Yi didn't say anything, so he cooked the cold rice in the pot in advance and scooped loose.

"What's wrong?" Bian Nan hugged his waist from behind.

"Biannan," Qiu Yi stopped the movement in his hand, touched him, and gently held it, "Don't make any godfather and godson with my dad."

"Why?" Bian Nan was really confused this time.

"No, don't be so close to my dad," Qiu Yi sighed, "No."

"Why is it bad? I didn't do anything again," Bian Nan let him go, "What do you mean?"

Qiu Yi didn't make any more noise and scooped the rice out of the pot.

Bian Nan stood behind him for a long time and suddenly understood what Qiu Yi meant.
Chapter completed!