Rich Dad: Donate 10 Billion and Have Both Sons and Daughters
31 A little exercise! Almost late!

Bald Qiang

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The dinner that night was cooked by Xiao Cui. It was very good and the family was very satisfied.

Although the two elders were not used to having a nanny at home, they were still convinced by Shi Lin and the others.

After dinner, Xiaocui tutored Anan in math that night.

Xiaocui taught An a lot of things that she didn't understand in her own way.

Not only did she teach her how to solve the problem, but she also traced the source and analyzed the knowledge bit by bit so that An An could remember it more firmly.

In fact, Ping Ping could also answer many of An An's questions, but he could not achieve the same effect as Xiaocui.

Xiaocui knew how to make it easier for An An to understand and master this knowledge.

An An had benefited a lot from the tutoring that night.

She was even more confident about the next round of exams.

Early the next morning, Shi Lin went downstairs at six sharp.

He went downstairs to start his morning exercise.

At 6:45 pm, Ping Ping also got up. He had originally agreed to train with Shi Lin.

In the end, she accidentally slept late.

I got a new computer yesterday and played games for a while, so I wasted some time.

By the time he was dressed and washed up, Shi Lin had finished his training.

The two of them bumped into each other at the door.

"Dad, I was just about to come out to exercise. You came back?"

"I've been practicing for an hour!" Shi Lin laughed. If you want to train, go find Little Tiger and let him train you.”

Ping Ping had guessed that Xiao Hu was not simple yesterday.

Hearing his father's words, he immediately nodded and went to look for Xiaohu.

At this moment, Xiaohu was wearing a sports vest and practicing boxing in the courtyard.

The muscles on his body bulged, and it was obvious that he was not someone to be trifled with.

What kind of fist technique was he using? He couldn't understand it at all.

However, he should be very powerful. He looked like a tiger.

Just this aura alone was already very powerful.

"Uncle Xiaohu, can you help me practice?" Ping Ping asked. My dad told me to come and find you."

"Sure, what effect do you want to achieve?”

"I don't have any ideas. I just want to train my strength and physical fitness.”

"That's easy. You run two laps around the neighborhood first.”

" Two laps?!"

This neighborhood wasn't small, and it would take at least half an hour to run two laps around it, and it was just jogging…

"Is there a problem? The boss had just run four laps and practiced boxing for half a day.”

"Um…Is that so? No problem!"

As he spoke, Ping Ping prepared to start running.

Xiao Hu stopped her." Don't worry. Let's warm up first."”

After warming up with Xiaohu for ten minutes, Ping Ping began to run.

He had underestimated the size of this neighborhood.

After sprinting for half a day, it was already 7:40 pm when he came back.

School started at eight o'clock.

He was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

She quickly changed her clothes, ate a few mouthfuls of breakfast, and went to school with her sister.

It was exactly 7:56 when she arrived at school. She was not late.

Today, Xiao Hu drove them to school in a Rolls-Royce.

Shi Lin did not come over.

The two of them got out of the car and rushed to the classroom after entering the school gate.

" It's all your fault," An An complained as she ran." Can't you get up earlier to exercise?"”

Ping Ping ran a little unsteadily.

It had been a long time since he had exercised.

He suddenly exercised so hard this morning that his entire body was sore.

His body could hurt, but he could not lose verbally. He retorted flatly,"You're still talking about me. Are you up early? I came back from jogging, and you just had breakfast!”

"Didn't I study late last night? Unlike you!"

"I'm studying too!"

"Hmph, I bought a new computer yesterday, and you're telling me that you're studying?”

"Believe it or not!"

Class One and Class Eighteen were in two different directions. The two of them parted ways on the way.

An An arrived at the classroom first." Phew, 59 points. Luckily, I'm not late."”

She heaved a sigh of relief and returned to her seat. As soon as she sat down, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

Pingping, on the other hand, was not as lucky as her. When he arrived at the classroom, it was already 8:01 am, and the homeroom teacher was already there.

Seeing that Ping Ping was late, the teacher did not say anything. He nodded and let him return to his seat.

The teacher wouldn't care about a small mistake since he was ranked first in the year. Besides, he wasn't too late.

She staggered back to her seat and sat down. She couldn't help but feel sore.

Seeing this, the teacher even showed some concern.

He responded with a few simple sentences.

They basically didn't attend classes now. They just went to the classroom to study by themselves.

Different teachers took turns to be on duty so that they could ask the teacher if they had any questions.

Ping Ping had just taken out a book to read when a notebook was thrown over from the table in front of him.

Ping Ping was stunned and opened the latest page of the notebook.

On it was Fang Jing's elegant handwriting." What's wrong with you? Why are you limping?"

Seeing these words, a smile appeared on Ping Ping's face.

He's concerned about me!

He picked up a pen and wrote,"This is called a catwalk, understand?" It's fashionable!"

Below that, he wrote another line," I woke up to run in the morning and overran…My muscles are sore…555…"

After she finished writing, she patted Fang Jing's shoulder and reached behind her to take the notebook away.

This was their unique way of communication.

The notebook was filled with the contents of their conversation, and there was more than one.

Fang Jing had a few notebooks in her house, all of which were used to chat with her.

Pingping was quite speechless at first. He could have just turned around and said something. Why did he have to write?

Do you want to sell your brother's calligraphy?

However, as he wrote more, he got used to it.

Women were always more troublesome. For example, Chen Anan…

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