Aunt Hong came back with clothes and saw that she had fallen asleep again. She hurriedly pulled her out of bed and said, "Oh, my little master, it will be too late if you don't get up now."
An Ci was used to staying in bed, so suddenly asking her to get up early was a torture.
Is it too late for her to return the card now?
After a lot of effort, Aunt Hong washed and changed her clothes, then stuffed a box of milk into her hand and rushed her to the playground.
It was still a little dark at five in the morning.
On the playground, An Yiyao and seven others had already gathered together. An Yiheng was doing warm-up exercises and when he turned around, he saw a figure walking towards him in the distance.
A small one came over lazily.
An Yiheng was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his eyes, "I must be dazzled, why is she here?"
Standing next to him, An Yiyao heard him mumbling to himself and asked casually, "Who's here?"
"Little guy."
An Yiheng didn't hold back his voice, and An Ci, who happened to be walking over, overheard him. She glanced at him coldly, "I'm short, but I can still grow. You're ugly, so there's nothing I can do about it."
Everyone: “…”
She looks soft and cute, but why does her mouth look like it's filled with poison?
It's so easy to choke someone to death.
The two of them were like chicken blood when they met. An Yiyao looked helpless and reached out to pull his younger brother aside.
Then he looked at An Ci and asked, "Xiao Ci, why are you here?"
"From today on, I will do morning exercises with you." An Ci said depressedly as he bit the straw and drank the last sip of milk.
"Just your short legs..." An Yiyao retorted subconsciously, but before he could finish his sarcasm, a hand covered his mouth.
He turned around in anger and shame, and found that it was his eldest brother, and he immediately lost his momentum.
"Behave yourself." An Yiyao put down his hand.
An Ci threw the empty box into the trash can and turned to see An Jianwen. He seemed to have become thinner, and the melancholy aura on him became heavier.
It can be seen that he has not been having a good time these days.
She was about to say something when the coach in charge of morning exercises came.
Wearing a black sportswear and with muscles full of explosive power, An Ci felt that he could kill a cow with one punch.
The coach blew the whistle, and An Yiyao and the other seven immediately lined up and started running.
An Ci watched them run out in a flash and clicked his tongue.
This isn't the Olympics, why would you run so fast?
Seeing that she had been standing still, the coach could not help but remind her, "Young Master, it's your turn."
An Ci didn't make things difficult for him. He took a step forward and walked slowly.
That’s right, just walk.
She moved at such a turtle-like speed that if you didn't know her, you would think she was taking a stroll in the garden.
The coach turned a blind eye, but the head of the family had instructed that the young lady must be given time to adapt on her first day of morning exercise and the requirements should not be too high.
An Yiheng looked back at An Ci, a mocking smile on his face.
They have been attending various classes since they were three years old. She is so precious, and so what if the young master is just a useless person.
After three laps, An Ci felt her calves trembling and her back was covered in sweat. She looked at the seven people who were still running tirelessly and smacked her lips.
Is it necessary to curl up even when running?
Let them run if they want to, she can't do it anyway.
An Ci walked under the tree, lay down on the green grass, pulled up the hood of his dress, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Witnessing this scene, the coach wanted to dissuade them several times, but didn't know how to start.
But there was no need for him to speak, because someone couldn't hold it in any longer.
An Zhenxiong initially stood on the rooftop with a telescope, intending to see how his little grandson performed. Seeing that she had walked four laps, he thought she was pretty good.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw his little grandson walk under the tree and then fall down.
An Zhenxiong immediately panicked, thinking that An Ci had fainted from the morning exercise. He threw down the telescope and ran down the rooftop.
At that speed, Zuo Fei could hardly catch up.
"Master." The coach saw An Zhenxiong running over and hurried to meet him.
An Zhenxiong was so focused on An Ci that he had no time to pay attention to him.
"Little words."
He picked up An Ci from the ground and saw that she was sweating profusely. He felt that she was not feeling well.
"Xiao Ci, what's wrong with you?"
"Master, the young master is fine. He just fell asleep." The coach reminded weakly.
An Zhenxiong was stunned, looking at the little guy in his arms in disbelief, "Falling asleep?"
Looking at their wise and brave head of the family, the coach said cautiously, "The young master must have woken up too early and was too tired, so... he fell asleep."
Zuo Fei coughed lightly, "It seems like he fell asleep."
An Zhenxiong looked at his little grandson sleeping soundly in his arms, and the veins on his forehead jumped.
This kid is really...
"Master, let me carry the young master back. It's windy in the morning and it's easy for him to catch a cold." Zuo Fei said.
An Zhenxiong looked at An Ci's rosy little face, sighed, and still felt distressed, "No, I'll hold you."
Then he adjusted his holding position and walked back with An Ci in his arms.
Zuo Fei followed quietly behind with an expression that said, "I knew it would be like this."
Not far away, An Yiyao and his group saw An Ci being carried back by An Zhenxiong, and there was a hint of envy in their eyes.
…
Seeing An Ci being carried back, Aunt Hong thought something had happened again and her face turned pale. "What happened to the young master?"
"I was too tired and fell asleep." Zuo Fei said.
After hearing this, Aunt Hong secretly glanced at An Zhenxiong's face. Seeing that he was not angry, she felt relieved for An Ci.
"Master, give me the young master. I'll take her back to her room to sleep." She stretched out her hand.
An Zhenxiong said, "Let her sleep for half an hour, and then send her to class when she wakes up."
It's only the first day of not going to class, the elders will definitely come and nag me again.
Aunt Hong suppressed her laughter and said yes, then reached out to take An Ci and went upstairs.
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