Chen Juan took out his phone from his pocket, and after booking for three minutes, he threw the phone casually in the corner of the trampoline.

He weighed the little baby in his arms, "Mianmian, start."

Chen Jue stepped on the trampoline, jumped smoothly, his arms were strong, and he almost wanted to send the little guy into the basket.

Mianmian sat in his arms, giggled, and as soon as she let go, the basketball rolled straight into the box.

"A ball--" Mianmian remembered his number loudly.

“…”

Jian Qing blinked her eyes and came to her senses, she was already a little behind.

She bent down and picked up the basketball on the ground and shot without being outdone.

The sound of the "clang clang" beside her hit the rebound made her panic. The feeling of the ball just now was forgotten.

Several balls were hit on the outer edge of the basket and bounced out.

"Jian Qing." Lu Huaiyu, who had been standing next to him without saying anything, spoke, "Take it slowly, and then try again if you have the right posture, don't be anxious."

Jian Qing raised his head and met his dark eyes, calm and steady, as if there was no wave in the ancient well.

As if she was given a dose of calmness, she quickly adjusted her mindset and was not affected by Chen Juan and Mianmian, and shot on her own.

one.

two.

Three.

Continuous hits quickly tied the score.

In just three minutes, it was particularly long for Jian Qing. Before the time was halfway through, she was already exhausted and panting.

The basketball was not light, and the continuous pitching quickly made her arms lose strength, sour and swollen.

The hit rate began to drop significantly.

However, Chen Jue didn’t know where he got such good physical strength.

Holding a mimian weighing dozens of kilograms, he made a layup easily like holding cotton.

Although Mianmian is laughing and playing, she is not very accurate in shooting, but she can't stand the frequency of Chen Juan quickly.

Seeing that the two were leading several balls, Jian Qing couldn't help but be anxious.

"I can't vote anymore." Jian Qing turned to find Lu Huaiyu.

I don’t know when it started, but she didn’t even notice it herself. When something went wrong, she would subconsciously think of him.

Lu Huaiyu's eyes moved to her face, her skin was so white that it was almost transparent. Because of the rapid movement, it was stained with a light red color, breathing was a little unstable, and her chest was up and down.

The voice was soft and glutinous, anxious and aggrieved. She blinked her clear and moist eyes, and her eyelashes like a small fan thrust, disrupting the pool of spring water and causing layers of ripples.

Jian Qing still held the ball in his right hand, so he could only hold the ball and no longer had the strength to throw it out.

Because of raising the arm, the short gray-blue sweatshirt was squeezing upwards, revealing a large piece of snow-white, and the slender waist was not enough to hold it. The lines on both sides appeared like shadows.

His dark eyes were slightly sunk, and Lu Huaiyu walked behind her. He was very tall, covering her whole body and accidentally blocking the spring scenery in the garden.

Jian Qing felt that he was approaching, and there seemed to be an extra wall behind him, which was solid and reliable.

He raised his hand and pressed it on her little hand.

The palms are warm and there are thin cocoons on the fingertips.

Through her hand, she passed the force to the held basketball.

Originally, the weight of the basketball seemed to have become very light. Jian Qing was carried by him and gently pressed his wrist, and the ball in his hand flew straight out.

Jian Qing stared at the ball in the air, her eyelashes trembled slightly, time seemed to stagnate, the back of her hand touched by a man became hot, and the touch was clear.

The heart seemed to have a beat.

The basketball drew a parabola, and finally turned the basket and fell into the frame.

Just at this moment, the ringtone of the cell phone that was thrown in the corner of the trampoline rang.

The game time is up.

Jian Qing came to her senses and let out a long sigh. She shook her sour arms.

Including the ball that Lu Huaiyu helped her just now, it happened to be a draw.

No one has to do a trampoline princess hug.

Chen Juan pressed the ringtone of his phone, rubbed Mianmian's little nose, and said with a smile: "Mianmian is great, we won."

The little guy doesn't know much about winning or losing, he only knows that winning is good, and he giggles with Chen Jue.

"Why are you the only one who won? Isn't this a draw?" Jian Qing said dissatisfied.

Chen Zi sat on the edge of the trampoline, his chin resting on Mianmian's little head, and his soft hair seemed to pass by.

The little guy in his arms was warm and soft, with a scent of milk. He was his and Cen Yu's children. It seemed that he had been for a long time and had never felt so at ease.

Soon Chen Jie curled her eyes, hid the emotions in her pupils, and returned to a cynical look.

He smiled, "Don't think I didn't see it. Didn't Lu Huaiyu take you to shoot the last ball?"

"Besides, the rules only say that he will teach you, but not that he will help you step by step."

Shen engraved on the three words "hand-handed" and the pronunciation is particularly heavy. I don't know why he still has time to take care of their side while holding Mianmian to shoot the ball.

“…”

Before Jian Qing could think of the reason for refuting, Chen Juan had waved to the staff in the distance and pointed at Jian Qing, "There is something I want to try here."

How could it be so direct!

Jian Qing glared at him with her eyes.

"You must be willing to accept the loss." Chen Juan shrugged, "You want to set a good example for the children, right? Mianmian?"

"Yeah." Mimian nodded vigorously, with a light flashing in her big round eyes. She was as afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and learned what Chen Juan said, and she was muffled, "I want to accept the loss by betting."

No one was willing to try it, and the staff were very embarrassed to be happy. Finally, someone volunteered to try it, and he immediately continued.

"That's great. Our blue-clothed lady wants to try it. Please come to me. Our coach is ready at any time."

“…”

Jian Qing felt that the entire venue's sight was gathering on her and waiting for her to go to the demonstration trampoline area. The scene was so awkward that it was suffocating.

She gritted her teeth, looked up at Lu Huaiyu, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I haven't implicated you, I'll do it with the coach."

It is better to be watched by one person than to be watched by two people, not to mention that Lu Huaiyu's low-key and introverted nature makes him feel a disgraceful feeling to do such sensational things.

Lu Huaiyu's eyelids slightly raised and stared at her silently. The little girl frowned and looked uncomfortable, and she wanted to take him out.

"I didn't teach you well. Do you mind?" he said, "I'll hug you."

The voice was as quiet as water, and it was clearly intimate and ambiguous words, but it was clear and light, like a sweet spring.

Give her room to choose in a solicitation tone.

The last four words came to my ears lightly. For some reason, they were particularly hot and burned.

Word by word, it is like catkins falling on the heart, itchy and numb.

Jian Qing has always disliked having physical contact with people, especially strangers, who would feel uncomfortable when touching her arm when she was in the car.

Compared to being hugged by a strange coach princess, Lu Huaiyu is at least an acquaintance, and she doesn't seem to hate his touch.

Hiding behind his right hand, Xu grabbed a handful of air, and the feeling of being touched by Lu Huaiyu when he was playing the ball was still very clear.

Jian Qing shook her head, "I don't mind."

When the staff saw the man walking side by side with Jian Qing, they quickly reacted and joked: "It seems that the young lady's boyfriend is not at ease with our male coach and wants to go on stage to hug the princess in person."

On the way they came, the staff were afraid of the cold and kept saying, "Today, let us witness this couple walking into the trampoline and completing a love project together. Let us turn the applause into encouragement and give it to them, okay?"

There were scattered in the trampoline park, and sparse applause rang out.

“…”

Jian Qing is really not suffocating now, she wants to die.

I don’t know where the staff I hired, how could it be so embarrassing.

It's like the wedding scene. I'm afraid this guy is not doing the wedding host.

Jian Qing has given up explaining, just misunderstand it. Every day, it is not the first person to misunderstand her relationship with Lu Huaiyu.

This time, it was just a misunderstanding among the trampoline park.

Obviously, under such strong pressure exposed to the public's sight, Jian Qing had completely given up treatment and gave up.

However, Lu Huaiyu had nothing unusual on his face, calmly and casually walked onto the stage.

As soon as they stood on the stage, the crowd's eyes, which were originally just listening to the sound, seemed to have been frozen, focusing on them.

The man is in a straight suit, tall and slender figure, deep facial features, delicate eyebrows.
To be continued...