Chapter 27 Lu Haoting, Who Lacks Any Athletic Talent
Tan Zheng received a message from Lu Haoting when he was having dinner with several drivers from the club who had just finished a race. Seeing the first message, he frowned, wondering what mischief the kid was up to this time. Just as he was about to put down his phone, he saw the second message, which contained a location. His actions paused, and he narrowed his eyes, looking at the place name. Ding Jing leaned over. "Brother Tan, do you have any other arrangements?" Tan Zheng put away his phone and tossed it aside. "Your performance in this race was excellent." Ding Jing was the champion of this rally race and the first championship of his career. So, as soon as they returned, Tan Zheng had gathered his brothers for a celebration feast. Being praised by Tan Zheng made him happier than winning the championship. Ding Jing was a little embarrassed, scratching his head with a blush, and stammered, unable to speak much. Finally, he raised his wine glass. "Brother Tan, I wouldn't have achieved this result without your guidance. I'll toast you." Tan Zheng picked up his glass and took a sip. "Keep up the good work." Ding Jing smiled foolishly, probably due to the alcohol. "Oh, right, Brother Tan, two girls came to see you on the race day. One of them was the girl who came to find you at the bar that night." Tan Zheng's eyebrows shot up as he recalled that day, when it was raining and Song Ni had fallen quite badly. Ding Jing hiccuped and took out the support banner he had been carrying all along. "They wanted your autograph." Tan Zheng lowered his gaze, looking at the characters printed on the support banner, and remained silent. "That young girl wore a hat and had a cold expression. She was completely different from how she was at the bar. Hic..." Tan Zheng took the item and waved away the other team members who wanted to toast him. "I have something to attend to, so I won't stay with you. You can have fun today." He then stood up and left the private room. On a day like this, Tan Zheng couldn't avoid drinking, but not much. He sat in the car and sobered up for a while before heading to the address Lu Haoting had sent. ... Lu Haoting, such a young man, was surprisingly bad at sports. Not to mention basic movements, he could even mix up several fundamental standing postures. Song Ni pursed her lips, watching Lu Haoting sway and lose his balance, falling to the ground. Finally, she couldn't help but touch her forehead. No wonder Lu Fang said Lu Haoting was daydreaming, and no wonder he said more training sessions were needed. With Lu Haoting's meager athletic talent, she feared that after a few training sessions, he would only be able to learn a few moves. She had even thought about making a sparring video. Lu Haoting's agent couldn't bear to watch anymore and found an excuse to leave. Such a sports idiot, let alone her artist. But the person involved didn't think so. Lu Haoting frowned and tugged at his hair. "Sister-in-law, is karate this difficult? You're really amazing." Song Ni's lips twitched slightly. "It's not that I'm amazing." It's that you really have no talent. Of course, Song Ni wouldn't say this. Although Lu Haoting learned slowly, he had great enthusiasm, and she couldn't dampen his confidence. "Rest for a while and adjust your state." Song Ni went to the side, got some water, and handed it to him. Pei Xi Xu looked at Song Ni with a hint of apology in his eyes. "Am I not teaching well?" Song Ni shook her head. "Brother Xi Xu, you teach very meticulously. You're much better than my brother." When Song Ni could barely walk steadily, Song Jing would carry her and have her train with him. When she was four years old, she was made to learn with him, but most of the time, Song Jing taught her. Song Jing had a good-looking appearance but only explained things generally when teaching. Fortunately, she was clever enough not to go astray. Lu Haoting drank some water and caught his breath. Seeing that Pei Xi Xu was chatting with Song Ni again in this short time, he couldn't help but frown. What on earth was Brother Tan doing? Why hadn't he arrived yet? Sister-in-law was being coveted by someone! "Sister-in-law, I've rested enough!" Lu Haoting thought that he must treat Brother Tan to a good meal later. Song Ni looked over. This small amount of exercise was nothing to her, but Lu Haoting's forehead was already wet. "Do you really not need to rest anymore?" Lu Haoting skillfully took out a hair tie from his pocket and tied the hair on his forehead into a small bun. "No need." Song Ni nodded and looked at Pei Xi Xu beside her. "Then, Brother Xi Xu, shall we start?" Pei Xi Xu pushed up his glasses and looked at Lu Haoting, who was openly showing his defensive posture, and his lips pressed together. This time, Song Ni no longer spoke slowly and meticulously about the movements. Instead, she recited them smoothly according to what she had just taught. She recited and demonstrated. Her basic skills were very good, and every movement was clean and neat. Pei Xi Xu, who was originally at her level, retreated two steps at some point to get a better view of her. As for Lu Haoting, he was already unfamiliar with these movements. Song Ni did not deliberately slow down to accommodate him. Basically, before he could recall one movement, Song Ni would have already called out the next one. After one round, not a single movement was correct. The gap was too obvious. Lu Haoting finally realized that perhaps he truly had no talent in sports. His fumbling looked exceptionally comical compared to Song Ni. Lu Haoting let out a loud cry and lay on the ground. "I quit! Why is this so difficult?" His extremely dejected face was reflected in the mirror. Perhaps it was because her hair was tied in a small bun, but Song Ni felt that Lu Haoting looked like a little boy. She glanced up at the camera and thought that the theme for the first video had been decided. Who would have thought that a cool rapper on stage would have zero athletic ability? Song Ni smiled and handed Lu Haoting a towel. "I'll have a simple sparring match with Brother Xi Xu. You sit and watch, and then decide if you want to learn." It was strange, Song Ni hated impulsive behavior followed by quick abandonment, but Lu Haoting's tantrums actually made her feel he was cute. Lu Haoting moved to the side. "Sister-in-law, can you win?" Song Ni smiled faintly. "It might be a bit difficult." Her level was considered top-notch among girls of the same weight class, but if she really had to fight against men, the natural physical disadvantage would make it very challenging for her. Moreover, Pei Xi Xu had been practicing for much longer than her. Even Song Jing might not be able to defeat him in a sparring match. Pei Xi Xu smiled gently. "Nini is famous in the dojo for her indomitable spirit. I do feel quite pressured when fighting you." Song Ni sighed helplessly. "Brother Xi Xu, please stop teasing me." Lu Haoting, sitting on the ground, watched the two exchange words and felt a sense of foreboding. He got up and moved to the side, taking out his phone from his pocket. Meanwhile, the two synchronized their actions, tidied their uniforms, bowed to each other, and saluted. Lu Haoting sent the message and then looked up, only to freeze. It wasn't just a simple sparring match; the seriousness in Song Ni's eyes clearly indicated that she wanted to have a genuine competition with Pei Xi Xu. (End of this chapter)