Crying bag girl who bumped into the village brother

"In just over a year, Mo Luo has changed from a white chicken to a muscular man." There was a trace of regret in Zhang Yuan's tone.

Future wiped his own face. Is this why the 30-year-old father, who was originally selected for tennis career, kept his figure like a teenager?

Zhang Yuan and Jingshi, who are in their 30s, are well maintained and look like young people in their 20s.

Before coming here, the Yukimura family often traveled around wearing the same clothes.Generally speaking, Mirai is on the far left, Zhang Yuan is in the middle, and Jingshi is on the far right.In the eyes of outsiders, the most different thing about a family of three is the size. Looking from left to right, the three of them look like Russian nesting dolls—exactly the same.

The attitude towards sports in the future is the same as that of Zhang Yuanna who was in his early teens.

After watching the first round, neither of them could sit still.Almost at the same time, they searched through their backpacks to find their cell phones.Seeing each other's actions, the two looked at each other and smiled.Ah, it's my mother｜my son.

Zhang Yuan came back to his senses after playing two games.Suddenly saw Baishi hit a ball that caught Mo Luo and the others by surprise, "Wow, did you see that in the future, Baishi's shot just now is so handsome!"

"..." Mirai, who was playing the third game, didn't know if Baishi was playing well. He just felt that his father was in a serious crisis: Dad, where are you? Mom has already attracted the attention of Uncle Baishi.

"His tennis is not as good as his father's. At least he will not be as good in the future." No matter what, he must defend his father.

Zhang Yuan who heard Future's words didn't know what Future was thinking, she smiled softly, "Kid, don't think too much, I just appreciate that Baishi."

The eyes of the future who had been indirectly pierced through his inner thoughts were red.Tears flow down drop by drop.

The future looks like a bag of tears like myself.Thinking about it, Zhang Yuan hugged the future sitting on his right (Zhang Yuan, who has no development at all, no chest at all, and no pressure in his heart), patted his back, patted his head, and handed him a hand. A few paper towels that are always in the bag.The future is a child younger than myself.

"Do you think Dad will come too?" Future raised his face from Zhang Yuan's arms.The iris purple hair is also messy.

"I...maybe?" Zhang Yuan wanted to answer again, "How do I know?" But when he saw the boy next to him who looked very similar to himself, who was suspected to have inherited his crying bag attribute, the words came to his mouth Another tune. "Maybe we can look for him? There are not many people here. You said your father played tennis well. I think this U-17 is very likely to participate."

Hearing Zhang Yuan's deduction, Future nodded, "Today is the Japanese team playing against the French team. If Dad participates, he will definitely come to watch the match!"

"Would it be strange for us to go directly to him like this?"

Future was silent, thought for a while, "We can take a look at him, and don't have to talk to him face to face."

"Okay." Zhang Yuan looked at the future in front of him and smiled, and began to mess with the hair he had just arranged.

"Mom!" Future was a little annoyed and panicked.

"This game is over." Zhang Yuan stood up, very domineering, "Come on, Zai Zai, I will talk to my old friend first, and then I will take you to find Dad."

I heard that I was going to find my father, and I was very happy in the future. This happiness did not last for two seconds, "Old friend? Moluo?"

"Hmm." Zhang Yuan also felt a little sorry for his future father, and groaned.

Dad, wait a minute, mom will be here soon.You have to seize the opportunity!Don't let Molo succeed!

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