Zhang Yu and the staff turned the yard into a small basketball court while the intern dads and babies were sleeping. The basketball hoop was not high, but was big enough for the children to play. The scene here was designed to allow the children to have fun.

The variety show "The Trainee Dad's Diary" mainly broadcasts the daily interactions between fathers and babies, so the program crew will not make things difficult for them in terms of diet and daily life.

On the contrary, they will provide them with a lot of help when they need it, such as accompanying medical staff when the baby is sick, and chefs who prepare nutritious meals for the baby.

It was half past three. The scorching sun tilted slightly, dissipating a lot of heat. A breeze blew across the surface of the pond, startling the fish that were also taking a nap underwater. The fathers and babies woke up one after another.

Someone was walking across the bridge, and the camera zoomed in. It turned out to be Xiao Naitianzi, who had changed into sportswear, and Song Lianqing, who was wearing casual clothes. The two were walking one after the other.

The little boy was short in stature, and he was climbing hard on the arched bridge with his butt sticking out. His little fat was shaking with his movements, and his big watery eyes were full of effort.

"Dad! I climbed up! Hahaha~"

The little boy successfully stood on the top of the arch bridge. He looked back at Song Lianqing who was following behind to protect him. His little face was rosy, his big watery eyes were sparkling, and his smile was innocent, which touched the viewers.

"You're awesome, baby!" Song Lianqing walked up to the little boy, squatted down, and gently pinched his face. "Are you tired from walking? Do you want a hug from daddy?"

"Dad, I've only been walking for a while~" The little kid looked at Song Lianqing, opened his big eyes and said seriously, "You can't always carry me around! I also need to exercise! This way I won't get sick!"

"Ahaha...I see." Song Lianqing was amused by the little boy's serious look. He rubbed his little head and said with embarrassment, "Then if daddy really, really, really wants to hug you, can't I hug you?"

After hearing this, the little boy frowned and stroked his chin to think for a while, then looked up at Song Lianqing, stretched out his hands, and said in a baby voice, "Then let daddy hold me for a while! But daddy has to put me down to run~"

"Hahahaha...baby, you are so cute."

Song Lianqing held the little boy in his arms, kissed his little cheek, and then walked to the front yard under the bridge. At the same time, he did not forget to say to him, "Daddy will carry you to the yard and then put you down, okay?"

"Uh-huh!"

The little kid nodded, and his little fat and little silly hair trembled. Song Lianqing couldn't help but squash his cute little silly hair. When he raised his hand, the little silly hair stood up stubbornly again, being particularly tenacious.

Song Lianqing found it funny, thinking that the little fool was as stubborn and strong as his owner, so he stopped playing with him. He carried the little kid to the eaves in front of the yard. He was surprised to see the small basketball court, so he pointed at it and said, "Look, what's that over there?"

"Wow~ So many balls~"

The little kid looked in the direction of Song Lianqing's finger, and his big watery grape eyes suddenly sparkled, as if there were little stars in them, blinking.

"Baby, let's go play ball. Daddy will teach you how to play."

"Okay~"

As the father and son were talking, they walked onto the small basketball court. The little boy stood on the ground. Song Lianqing gave him a small basketball. He held the small basketball, which matched perfectly with his sportswear. If you ignored the little fat on his cheeks and the gauze on his hands, he would be a cute little cool guy.

Song Lianqing took another basketball and patted it to test the feel. Then he looked at the little kid next to him who was holding the basketball and looking at him cutely, and said with a smile, "Baby, watch how daddy plays, but be careful with your hands."

The little boy recovered quickly. Although his hand is still wrapped in gauze, he is much better than before the medicine was taken. At least the platelets coagulated in time and he stopped bleeding.

The little kid nodded, then looked at Song Lianqing intently while holding the small basketball. Song Lianqing dribbled the ball a few more times, then raised his hand and easily put the ball into the basket. Very good, there was no overturning.

The little kid exclaimed in amazement, his big watery eyes twinkling, full of admiration for Song Lianqing, "Wow! Daddy is so awesome!"

"Baby, have you learned it?"

When Song Lianqing saw the little boy's admiring eyes, he instantly felt full of pride. He touched his nose, squatted down and rubbed the little boy's head.

The little kid nodded seriously, then carefully patted the basketball. His movements were not very standard, but he had learned 80% of it. He failed to make the shot, but he was not discouraged and continued to work hard.

The audience in the live broadcast room was touched by Xiao Naituanzi's perseverance. Most people felt that they were useless. After all, when they encountered setbacks, they would either give up or escape. How could they be like Xiao Tangguo, who persevered and faced difficulties head-on? Very few people did.

Just when the father and son were having a lot of fun, a sad child's cry suddenly came from the yard, breaking their happy moment. The two turned their heads to look in the direction of the room in the yard. The little boy tilted his head, and once again, he made everyone blush.

At this moment the camera suddenly cut to Zhang Yuechen and Chaochao's room, where Chaochao was sitting with messy hair, crying loudly, looking very sad, as if he had suffered a great injustice, but actually he was just in a bad mood after waking up.

"Oh my! My dear son, you are torturing your dad. I am going to be depressed. Come, let daddy hug you."

“Ah…don’t…ah…grandma…”

Chaochao refused Zhang Yuechen's hug and cried even louder with his mouth open, still calling for grandma. The little guy usually lives with his grandparents, so he is naturally closer to them, so it is normal for him to cry for grandma at this moment.

Zhang Yuechen was at a loss for a moment and could only frantically coax the boy. The handsome guy, with the same messy hair, looked at a loss.

I don’t know if it was the crying effect, but Zheng Zhuochen’s sister next door was fine, even wearing her pretty little dress. But when Zheng Zhuochen handed her the bottle, she suddenly got angry, knocked the bottle over, and burst into tears.

"Yueyue, what did your brother tell you when he came?" Zheng Zhuochen picked up the bottle, squatted down and looked into Yueyue's eyes, frowning and said, "Did your brother tell you that you should tell your brother what you want and not lose your temper?"

“Ah…no, brother…wuwuwu…”

The little girl has always been the apple of her family's eye. The adults always spoke to her in a soft voice, never as harshly as Zheng Zhuochen. She cried even harder, and walked out of the room while crying, throwing a tantrum and demanding to go find her mother by herself.

Zhang Yuechen and Zheng Zhuochen both felt a headache instantly. The neatly dressed little fat boy and Qi Xiangyu came out of the room. The little fat boy heard the crying of the two children, took a look from the door, and then ran to the room of Xiao Tangguo and Song Lianqing without stopping. In fact, he didn't see anyone and felt a little disappointed.

"Why are they crying so hard?"

Qi Xiangyu also wanted to go to Song Lianqing's room to take a look, but he held back and chose to ask about the current situation first.

"My son is a little grumpy when he wakes up. It takes him a while to calm down."

Zhang Yuechen hugged Chaochao, who was crying very aggrievedly, and patted her back, with deep sorrow between his brows. Zheng Zhuochen had just caught the angry Yueyue, and before he could answer Qi Xiangyu, he put the struggling Yueyue on the ground. Seeing that she refused to stand up and wanted to roll over, he said fiercely, "Zheng Zhiyue! No!"

Yueyue was frightened by Zheng Zhuochen's voice and stood up obediently, but her crying did not stop, but became louder.

It was this sound that spread to the front yard and even the little boy and his son heard it. It must be said that when the child howled, his voice was really loud.

"Brother, I didn't expect that she was so pretty, but she would cry so ugly!"

The fat boy stood in front of Qi Xiangyu, covered his ears and ungentlemanly expressed his deepest feelings. The little girl heard it and cried even more sadly. Even Chaochao forgot to cry and looked at Yueyue innocently with his big watery eyes.

Small head, big doubts, my sister cries so loudly, should I compete with her?

"Baby, collect it!"

Zhang Yuechen noticed that Chaochao pouted and was about to continue crying, so he immediately alertly made a hand gesture to stop crying. At the same time, he conjured up a lollipop. Chaochao's attention was attracted and he instantly forgot about crying.

Qi Xiangyu listened to the little fat man's words, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he slapped him and warned, "Stinky boy, don't talk if you don't know how to talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly apologized to Zheng Zhuochen, "I'm sorry, my brother is a little stupid, please don't mind."

Zheng Zhuochen shook his head and looked at Yueyue seriously, feeling a headache. "Tell me first, why are you crying? Weren't you fine just now?"

The little girl didn't listen to him, she just cried, her face flushed, she was heartbroken, as if she was abandoned by the whole world. Zheng Zhuochen felt heartbroken, he had no choice but to hug her and soften his voice to comfort her, "Okay, stop crying, tell your brother what you want."

Gu Linchen and Lin Fengyu also came out with their daughter. Seeing Yueyue crying, they went over to comfort her, but it was no use. The little girl continued to cry.