Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Lin Weiwei's eyes were calm, and he had already made a judgment in his heart, and said quietly: "Let this game judge whether I am partial or not."

There was a certain light in Lin Weiwei's eyes. The children selected equally were indeed more suitable than Huohuo, and she was not afraid.

"Don't be too confident, when the time comes, you will slap your face." Huo Huo's mother had curly hair, wrinkles that couldn't be concealed, and prominent cheekbones. She snorted and looked unforgiving.

Zhang Baobao stood up straight, with a stern face, and said unhappily: "You too, we will seek justice for the coach."

Lin Weiwei stared at the little figure in relief, and suggested, "Why don't I invite some judges."

"Judges? It's not easy to invite at this time, and it's even more difficult for those who are capable." The principal looked at it in surprise, and rubbed his chin to estimate.

Zhang Baobao was very curious about this, raised his head, and guessed in surprise: "Auntie, you played in professional teams before, do you know someone well?"

Huo Huo's mother stared wide-eyed, thinking secretly, and snorted coldly: "If you don't know many people, you're just not doing well."

Lin Weiwei touched Baobao's head as if he hadn't heard of it, bent slightly, and said softly: "That's right, I'll get in touch first, and then I'll introduce you to each other, okay?"

"Okay, everyone can meet the professional judges now." Zhang Baobao smiled innocently, holding hands with his partners, bouncing around.

Huohuo pursed his lips, his eyes flickered with displeasure, and he grabbed the clothes of his mother next to him.

Huo Huo's mother understood, pinched her waist, gave her a hard gouged look and said, "Coach Lin, don't forget about my son, isn't this match just for me?"

Lin Weiwei remained silent, surprised by their shamelessness, pursed his lips tightly, and comforted the frightened children.

"Lin Weiwei, what do you mean?" Seeing being ignored, Huo Huo's mother looked around, feeling ashamed, and shouted sharply.

Lin Weiwei frowned, his eyes were cold, and he said with disgust: "I can't let you take the lead in everything. If Huohuo is good, I'm afraid the judges will look at him differently without my introduction."

Seeing that the dispute between the two was on the verge of breaking out, the principal hurried to the middle to block the communication, and said like a peacemaker: "It's all small things. Right now, it's more important than the class. Let's pick a time."

Lin Weiwei used his mobile phone to contact several good judges, and said calmly: "How about this afternoon? If the judges have time, they can also let the parents of the children be a witness to better understand Taekwondo."

Huo Huo's mother nodded arrogantly, shrugged her shoulders and said: "Then come on, anyway, Huo Huo is always ready to make a big splash."

Huo Huo's family frantically threw down their harsh words, then walked away.

Lin Weiwei nodded, walked aside, and quietly set a time with the judges.

"Lin Weiwei, you have a good plan." Seeing that she had arranged the matter well, the principal smiled with admiration in his eyes.

Lin Weiwei bent down slightly, his apricot eyes were full of guilt, and regretted that he should have handled things more smoothly: "I still haven't considered this matter thoroughly, and I will settle it."

The principal sighed softly, patted her on the shoulder, and said quietly: "I don't blame you for this matter, Huo Huo's family spoils him too much, I know your hard work, you must be wronged."

The principal took her side to understand and comfort her gently.

Lin Weiwei's nose was sore, and the grievance that he endured almost turned into tears. He shook his head firmly and said, "Thank you, principal. I won't just stand still if someone blames me, I understand in my heart."

The principal nodded, and whispered secretly: "Then how sure are you of this afternoon's game?"

Lin Weiwei smiled, put his finger in front of his mouth, and said mysteriously: "Things change randomly, just wait."

The children were nervous and excited, and actively cooperated until after school. Only when the training room was empty did Lin Weiwei slump on the ground and murmured: "When you meet this kind of person, you can't refute it, or it will be all yours." no."

Lin Weiwei rubbed his temples, frowned, with a hint of sadness in his brows and eyes.

"Auntie, let's go to Uncle's shop together."

Lin Weiwei was scratching his hair irritably, shaking his head and shaking his head. After hearing this, he froze and raised his head.

The messy hair covered his face, Lin Weiwei quickly used his hands as a comb, tidied it up a bit, and then asked, "Zhang Baobao, why don't you go back? Is it because Miss Xiaoqing didn't come to pick you up?"

Zhang Baobao was carrying a small schoolbag, pursed his mouth, and shook his head.

Lin Weiwei sat cross-legged, with puzzled eyes, worried that he was too nervous.

"I asked Mommy to go back first." Zhang Baobao blinked her eyes like black grapes, and said caringly, "Auntie is in a bad mood, so let's go eat dessert. After eating dessert, you will feel better."

Lin Weiwei felt warm in his heart, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "How do you know?"

Zhang Baobao held the schoolbag strap with both hands, and smiled proudly: "Uncle told me, he remembers it all."

Lin Weiwei frowned in astonishment. Seeing him smiling brightly, his doubts were dispelled, and he murmured: "Ji Mingyou, a big ice cube, actually remembers it."

Zhang Baobao raised his small hand, tapped her forehead, and stuck out his tongue, "Auntie is so stupid."

Lin Weiwei's eyes widened, and he grabbed him, and the two walked into the dessert shop squabbling.

Ji Mingyou stood in front of the display cabinet and put the freshly made cream puffs into it.

Ji Mingyou turned his head and glanced at the two of them, his eyes were cold, and he asked, "Isn't there a class today? Why did you come here suddenly?"

Zhang Baobao and Lin Weiwei looked at each other, clapped their hands tacitly and said, "Have a good time."

Seeing that something was wrong, Ji Mingyou frowned slightly, and chased him away: "The dessert shop is not a place for you to run wild, so please pay attention to me."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Weiwei grabbed a cream puff on the tray and ate it, leaning on the display case and commented: "It tastes good."

Zhang Baobao took the opportunity to pick it up again, turned the round puffs, and asked in amazement: "There is a layer of chocolate on it, uncle expected us to come."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Baobao stuffed it directly into his mouth, with a smile in his black and white eyes.

Ji Mingyou's face changed, and he quickly put the cream puffs in, his eyes were indifferent, he glanced at it and then turned around: "Pay attention to the way you eat, it's so ugly."

Lin Weiwei grabbed him, chewed a few times and swallowed it, and said with a smile: "Today, I want to be a customer, and I want my favorite mango mille-feuille."

Ji Mingyou turned his head, his eyes were as deep as a round mirror-like lake, and Lin Weiwei was a fish in the lake, and all his thoughts were figured out.

After a while, Ji Mingyou withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice, "Sit down and wait."

Lin Weiwei nodded in amnesty, took two sandwiches, sat with Bao Bao, and waited honestly.

Zhang Baobao was so hungry that he took a big bite out of the sandwich and asked vaguely, "Auntie, do you feel better in Uncle's shop?"

Lin Weiwei took a small bite, pondered for a while, and nodded silently: "I still feel much calmer."

Her presumptuous behavior before entering the shop was all dismissed as soon as she saw Ji Mingyou.