Miaomiao was fully immersed in her kung - fu practice, concentrating solely on the moves. Moreover, she didn't know the chubby boy at all, so naturally she thought he wasn't talking to her and completely ignored him.
The chubby boy came in a huff but got no response at all. Immediately, he felt embarrassed. He surreptitiously glanced at his little friends a few times. Seeing a couple of them snickering, he blushed even more.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Having lost face, the chubby boy naturally wanted to regain his dignity. He rushed towards Miaomiao and gave her a hard push without considering the consequences.
Miaomiao was just in a stance with the most stable footing while searching for her inner qi. The chubby boy not only failed to push her but also stumbled forward due to the excessive inertia.
Feeling someone touch her, Miaomiao finally realized that the boy was talking to her. She responded blankly, "Huh?"
The chubby boy stared at Miaomiao in disbelief. He couldn't believe that with his weight, he couldn't even push a little toddler.
Amidst his shock, he also felt a bit embarrassed and nervous. His tongue got a bit tied up. "You... You better go somewhere cool and stay there. We're going to play basketball. If the ball hits you later and you get hurt, we won't be responsible."
"What's basketball?" Miaomiao tilted her head in confusion.
As for what the chubby boy said about getting hurt, the little dumpling was quite confident in her martial arts skills. She believed that only she could hurt others, and no one could hurt her.
Maybe because Miaomiao's look was too sincere, the chubby boy choked for a moment. Then, on a whim, he seriously explained, "Playing basketball means... means grabbing the ball and throwing it into the hoop."
"What's a hoop?"
"The hoop is the ring on that board."
"What's the ball?"
"The ball is the one I'm holding in my hands."
Miaomiao nodded as if she understood but also seemed a bit confused. She stared intently at the basketball in the chubby boy's arms.
One second... two seconds... ten seconds...
Miaomiao resolutely reached out her hand, snatched the basketball, and then threw it towards the hoop.
The chubby boy was caught off - guard by Miaomiao's action. He stood there dumbfounded, just watching the basketball make a perfect parabola and fly straight towards the hoop.
With a clang, the ball hit the center of the hoop.
The teenagers on the scene couldn't close their mouths. They looked at Miaomiao and then at the hoop, their eyes full of disbelief.
The little dumpling had thrown the ball from fifty meters outside the basketball court. This wasn't just a three - point shot; it was a super - god - level performance.
Kids of seven or eight years old were still at an age when they just wanted to play. For them, as long as someone was good at a game, they would worship that person whole - heartedly, regardless of the person's age or gender.
The little dumpling's long - distance three - point shot deeply shocked the teenagers, and her image instantly soared.
The chubby boy spoke again, completely losing his previous arrogance. Instead, he asked carefully, "Have you played basketball before?"
"No, you just taught me how to do it." Miaomiao shook her head and replied with a big smile.
The chubby boy didn't quite believe it. After quickly retrieving the ball, he handed it to Miaomiao and asked, "Can you throw it again?"
Miaomiao took the basketball and without hesitation, threw it out. Another perfect parabola, and it hit the hoop again.
Twice... three times...
The chubby boy made Miaomiao throw the ball seven or eight times like a stubborn kid until he finally believed in her 100% three - point shooting skill.
"God! How did you do that! Can you teach me!" The chubby boy's eyes sparkled with excitement. He grabbed Miaomiao's arm and was so excited that he stammered.
If he could learn even a bit of this, it would be enough for him to dominate the basketball court for a long time!
"Well, you just throw it." The little dumpling scratched her soft hair. She really didn't know how to explain it to the chubby boy.
When she first started learning about hidden weapons at the age of four, the stones in her hands and the target objects were much smaller than this ball and the hoop.
At that time, although she couldn't hit every time, she could hit eight or nine times out of ten. She really didn't think this was difficult enough to require teaching.
"Don't be so stingy. I sincerely apologize for my rude attitude just now. I can even worship you as my teacher. Whatever you want, just teach me." The chubby boy thought Miaomiao was still angry about his initial attitude. He tried his best to coax the kid.
Miaomiao was completely confused by the chubby boy's words. People who practiced martial arts were usually not particular about small details, and many of them spoke rather roughly.
She had met people who were a hundred times more aggressive than the chubby boy in daily life. She didn't even feel that she had been shouted at just now.
"You really just need to throw it. I'm not lying to you. I never lie." The little dumpling explained again, as seriously as she could be.
Hearing Miaomiao's unchanged attitude, the chubby boy immediately hung his head dejectedly, looking like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Xiao Su, who had been watching the whole process, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stepped forward, patted the chubby boy on the shoulder, and advised, "This kid looks two or three years younger than us. She can't even speak very clearly yet. Isn't it a bit too much for you to ask her to teach you something?"
"Alright then. Can we at least be friends? My name is Ling Xiaobao. What's your name?" Reminded by Xiao Su, the chubby boy also felt that he had been a bit too demanding. His spirits immediately revived, and he friendly extended his chubby hand.
"My name is Miaomiao."
"Miaomiao. By the way, whose kid are you? I've never seen you around here before." The chubby boy casually put his arm around Miaomiao's shoulder and tried to get on friendly terms.
"I'm from my daddy's family. I just came here yesterday." Miaomiao replied in a milky voice.
"I know you're from your daddy's family. No, what I mean is, what's your daddy's name?" The little dumpling's irrelevant answer made the chubby boy even more aware of how stupid his attempt to worship her as a teacher had been.
"Oh, my daddy's name is Lin Yao!" Miaomiao suddenly realized.
"Lin Yao?!" Xiao Su's eyes widened in shock.
"Damn it, I'm shocked along with my little friends!" The chubby boy opened his mouth wide.
In Nancheng, from three - year - old kids to eighty - year - old elders, everyone knew the name of Lin Yao. These kids had grown up listening to his legends.
Parents reminded their children all day long that they mustn't offend Lin Yao. They should be well - behaved and not act like spoiled brats, because if they ever crossed him, their whole family would be doomed.
Legend had it that Lin Yao was extremely handsome, worth billions, and controlled the economic lifeline of the entire Nancheng. Such a nearly perfect man was a complete bachelor.
He didn't even have any gossip, let alone a child. He was like an insulator to women.
This little kid in front of them actually dared to claim that she was Lin Yao's daughter.
This wasn't just a shock; it was a scare!
"Miaomiao, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense. Lin Yao can't have a daughter. Don't have some delusions!" The chubby boy was so shocked that his body trembled. He quickly covered Miaomiao's mouth in panic.
"Mmm... I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, I can take you to see my daddy!"