Wang Shiyu started training at 8 and trained until 12.
Wang Shiying didn't start training until 10, and quit at 10:30.
Seeing how lackadaisical Wang Shiying was during training, Wang Yi shook his head.
He didn't expect his daughter to become a star, but she couldn't be this lazy, either.
He had to find a way to make her take things a little more seriously.
He rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment. Gradually, an idea came to him.
He beckoned his daughter and son over.
Wang Shiyu panted hard, wiped his face with a towel, and asked Wang Yi, "Dad, what is it?"
Wang Shiying, meanwhile, stared at Wang Yi with wide, curious eyes. "Mr. Wang, what is it?"
"You two have been training for a while now. I want to see how much you've improved, so why don't you try playing one-on-one?"
Wang Shiyu shook his head. "Dad, I don't want to play one-on-one with her."
"Why not?"
"She's too bad."
Wang Shiyu looked thoroughly unimpressed.
That immediately roused Wang Shiying's competitive spirit.
She pouted and huffed. "Hmph! Who are you calling bad?"
"You!"
Wang Shiyu shot back.
Wang Shiying pouted, pointed at Wang Shiyu, and said angrily, "You're the bad one! Your whole family is bad!"
Wang Yi smiled wryly. "Hey, hey, don't drag me into your argument. Since you both think the other one's bad, why don't you settle it on the court?"
"Fine, let's do it!"
The two children answered in unison.
Seeing that Wang Shiying had taken the bait, Wang Yi smiled. "All right. First to five points wins. If you draw a foul, you get the ball back and can try again."
Wang Shiyu rubbed his hands together.
Wang Shiying rubbed her hands together, too.
Wang Yi carried a