"You did a great job today in three aspects." Yang Yi waved three fingers in front of his daughter.
Xi Xi pouted, grabbed her father's hand, and pressed down the other two fingers, leaving only the middle finger.
Yang Yi stared at his fingers and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. But he pretended as if nothing had happened and said, "First of all, you listened very carefully when I told you the tactics, and then you learned very fast."
"I learned faster than Xin Er," the little girl whispered. She hadn't recovered yet.
"Yes!" Yang Yi saw that Xixi had flipped out her second finger. Although it was somewhat uncomfortable to have her middle finger and ring finger raised side by side, it was still much more pleasing to the eye than having her middle finger raised.
He continued, "Second, you did a great job when I couldn't call the beat for you. I didn't expect that you would stand up so bravely and call the beat for Xin Er, and then lead the team forward in an orderly manner."
"Papa, you asked me to call the beat!" The little girl seemed to be in a better mood, and she rubbed her face in her father's arms shyly.
"Yes, but I didn't expect that you could finish it. I'm really surprised." Yang Yi rubbed his daughter's little head and untied her ponytail. Her hair spread out like a black waterfall.
At this time, Mo Henian, who had hosted the last race, was worried about his granddaughter, who was in a bad mood just now, and forgot to take the flag back, so he came to find them.
However, when Mo Henian saw Yang Yi sitting there with Xi Xi in his arms, he couldn't help but stop and look at the father and daughter thoughtfully.
"What about the last one?" Xi Xi opened her father's third finger and said with a little strength in her voice.
"The last one, I want to praise you and Xin Er for your fighting spirit." Yang Yi said with a smile, "Did you see that? In addition to the winning team, there was another team. They were very confused and fell down halfway and gave up. But Xi Xi, you and Xin Er are very good!"
Unknowingly, Yang Yi had also been influenced by Murphy's Taiwanese accent. He said, "Although we fell behind, we worked hard to catch up to the end."
Xi Xi smiled embarrassedly.
"Do you know?" Yang Yi tidied up Xi Xi's hair so that it wouldn't be in a knot. He said softly, "This kind of fighting spirit is more precious than your victory."
"Why?" Xi Xi asked in confusion.
"That's because even though you lost this time, you were brave enough to fight. If you work harder, you might win the next time!" Yang Yi turned into the Chicken Soup Master and said, "But if you win now, you won't know where your flaws are, and you won't work hard. You might lose the next time."
Xi Xi nodded confusedly. He didn't know if she could really understand, but Yang Yi knew that she could understand what he meant. Now, the little girl didn't cry, and she didn't want others to see her sadness anymore.
Yang Yi smiled and took the little girl down. He also stood up and said, "Well, since there's nothing else, let's go and play with your friends. I heard that there will be a shooting competition in today's fun sports meet. Chen Shiyun is going to compete. Why don't you go and cheer for her? "
"Papa, let's go together." Although Xi Xi's interest was back, she was still very clingy to her father after crying. She walked forward while holding her father's hand.
"Okay!" Yang Yi was naturally willing.
But when he turned around, Yang Yi saw Mo Henian standing there with concern.
Mo Henian put away his complicated expression and said to Yang Yi with a straight face, "Don't cry, right?"
"Yes, don't cry. Xi Xi is very strong!" Yang Yi shook the hand that was holding Xi Xi's and said with a smile.
"It's good that you don't cry! It's just a small competition. It's no big deal if you lose! "Mo Henian's attitude toward life was still a little different.
Xixi, on the other hand, felt a little embarrassed for crying just now. She pulled her father's big hand over and covered her eyes. Then, she pouted her little mouth and shouted unwillingly, "Don't say it, don't say it!"
Yang Yi laughed, "Okay, okay, I won't say it."
"Xi Xi, come here!" Mo Henian called.
Xi Xi put down her father's hand and looked at her grandfather with some confusion.
Mo Henian shook the small flag in his hand, smiled, and said, "Come, grandpa will reward you for finishing the competition. I'll give you a flag."
"Really?" The little girl happily let go of her father's hand and ran to her grandfather's side to take the small flag.
"Hehe, I like to play this." Xi Xi shook the small flag and played with it happily. It seemed that the lively and cute little girl was back!
Yang Yi looked at this scene and was a little unconvinced. He muttered in his heart, "Really, this flag isn't yours!"
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The sports meet in the afternoon finally came to an end with laughter. The sports meet organized by Springfield Kindergarten was quite interesting. In addition to the aforementioned sports, there was a paper towel blowing competition, a table tennis competition, and so on. Yang Yi was forced to participate in the paper towel blowing competition and had a lot of fun.
After returning home, Xi Xi told her mother about today's competition and honestly told her mother that she cried after losing the competition.
"It's normal to cry. Mom doesn't blame Xi Xi. On the contrary, Mom blames herself for not making time to watch Xi Xi's competition and cheer for Xi Xi," Murphy said with some self-blame.
After dinner, Murphy and Yang Yi washed the dishes together in the kitchen and told him what Ju Jie said to her today.
"I know, I'll take care of this, don't worry." Yang Yi nodded thoughtfully. He didn't explain much, and Murphy didn't ask much.
If it were Zhen Zhen, such a young and beautiful girl, Murphy might ask about the details of how they knew each other, but Ju Jie was different … Murphy wasn't interested in the complicated relationships between men at all.
Yang Yi pondered for a long time and sent a text message to Ju Jie, asking him to find a way to get the contact information of "Teacher Kou," who was currently the number one suspect in the eyes of Niu Meiling and Ju Jie.
Yang Yi acted as if he was going to settle accounts with "Teacher Kou."
Although he didn't explicitly say that he would forgive Ju Jie, Yang Yi gave the signal to ease the tension. This young master was still reliable, and Yang Yi didn't want him to continue spying on others. It wouldn't be good if he went crazy!
As for "Teacher Kou," although he secretly took photos of himself and Murphy, and in some ways, he was the source of all the trouble, Yang Yi didn't want to do anything to him.
Although "Teacher Kou" followed and secretly took photos for money, he was a man of principles. Once the information was sold, he wouldn't give it to a second person.
Yang Yi liked people with principles. Moreover, he knew that sometimes, fighting and killing wouldn't necessarily solve the problem. Since this "Teacher Kou" had brought him trouble, Yang Yi planned to recruit him into his force.
Yang Yi didn't plan to do it personally, but planned to sign a contract with "Teacher Kou" through the Backwave Technology Company behind Microbroadcasting. Like other signed self-media, he would bind them to his chariot.
This was the main reason why Yang Yi founded Microbroadcasting. He hoped to use this platform to gather more people to help promote Murphy. Of course, it was positive publicity. He didn't care about other people.
With Microbroadcasting as a killer weapon, Yang Yi believed that Murphy didn't need to work hard to run announcements and do commercial performances.
However, "Teacher Kou" now gave Yang Yi another idea.
Isn't he a paparazzi hunter? I'll give him a chance and support him to become China's number one paparazzi. Of course, in exchange, "Teacher Kou" had to use his influence and relationship with the paparazzi to reduce the reports and hype about himself, Murphy, and his family.
Even if there were some things that "Teacher Kou" couldn't handle, with an advance warning, Yang Yi wouldn't be too passive.
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