Title: My Son Might be a Villain
Translator: Fringe Capybara
Chapter 193 - "Would Daddy Su Han like to join too?" (3)
They sure see eye to eye on that.
Su Ran looked at Su Han, Du WenTao, then at Liu YangYang.
“They are right. I can’t!” said Liu YangYang very definitively as he nodded and frowned oddly. Then he added, “Ahem, I am really not good at shooting the hoop.”
“You are not good at anything sports related, okay?” Du WenTao wasn’t worried about hurting his feelings at all.
Even Su Han nodded solemnly. Then, looking over at Su Ran, he said, “You don’t want him to go if you want to win.”
“Really?” She was just happy that they had Liu YangYang in their team but the faceslapping was really coming so quicly?
“Yup.” He truly lived up to his nickname of being the pit.
“Well, then…”
“Perhaps Daddy Su Han could join?” suggest Zhou Qin from one side.
Everybody gave Lu Shao a hopeful look after what Zhou Qin had said.
With the exception of Su Han, of course.
That being said, even the boy, whose head was turned to one said, turned his head and gave Lu Shao a look.
“Sure,” said Lu Shao as he nodded nonchalantly.
“Okay, it’s decided then. You all should don your protective gears now.”
It was, after all, a school event and the protective gears were very complete.
As they would be throwing from high up, the protective gear for this event was a little bit complicated and there was even a device for the safety rope.
“C’mon over. Let me help you with it,” said Su Ran when she noticed Su Han struggling with the few buckles on his back.
With her understanding of her son, Su Ran had fully expected him to turn his head around and said coolly, “I got this” after she had offered.
Lo and behold, Su Han actually walked over docilely this time and even voluntarily turned around with his back to her without being asked.
There was a row of buckles on the back of the protective gear.
After Su Ran had buckled them all for her son, she also doubled checked the ones that he had already done.
“Okay, turn back around so I can check the other ones.
“Su Han?”
What Su Ran didn’t know was that Su Han had just given his father a provocative look and was now busying with trying to stare down each other with his father. Su Ran thought Su Han was spacing out when she didn’t get a response from him.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Well, don’t just stand there then. Turn around and let me see. “
“Oh.”
“Lift up your hand.”
“Oh.”
“Okay.” Looking at Su Han, Su Ran smiled again and said, “My son is so handsome.”
“Oh,” said Su Han again and his lips curved upward slightly.
For the very first time he had openly accepted a compliment from his other; nevertheless, he looked one more time provocatively at a certain direction.
Following Su Han’s look, Su Ran, too, turned to look in Lu Shao’s direction.
“Ah, let me help you with the buckles on your back,” said Su Ran as she walked over to Lu Shao.
She had almost forgotten all about him…
“Okay,” said Lu Shao as he lifted the corners of his lips. Then, after a slight pause, he said, “Thank you.”
“I will take care of that, Mom,” said Su Han as he casted a glance at Lu Shao. “Hey, get it straight. That’s my mother and you shouldn’t bother her with something like that.”
He really didn’t want to help out this man but he wanted Su Ran to help him even less.
Seeing that, Su Ran didn’t try to stop him but took a step back so her son can take her spot.
“I felt that your Su Han has such a good relationship with his father.” Over on the other end, Mother Du WenTao, too, had helped her son in donning his protective gears. She then walked over to Su Ran and watched the father and son pair, not far away from them, delightfully.
“That is so unlike our house. It is fine when Du WenTao’s father is not home. Every time he returns, the two of them will either be fighting with each other or getting ready to fight with each other.
“I am so envious of your family,” said Zhou Qin enviously with a sigh. The father looked nice and the son familial.
Su Ran: Hoho, that because you are not familiar with the concept of an undercurrent.
Title: My Son Might be a Villain
Translator: Fringe Capybara
Chapter 193 - "Would Daddy Su Han like to join too?" (3)
They sure see eye to eye on that.
Su Ran looked at Su Han, Du WenTao, then at Liu YangYang.
“They are right. I can’t!” said Liu YangYang very definitively as he nodded and frowned oddly. Then he added, “Ahem, I am really not good at shooting the hoop.”
“You are not good at anything sports related, okay?” Du WenTao wasn’t worried about hurting his feelings at all.
Even Su Han nodded solemnly. Then, looking over at Su Ran, he said, “You don’t want him to go if you want to win.”
“Really?” She was just happy that they had Liu YangYang in their team but the faceslapping was really coming so quicly?
“Yup.” He truly lived up to his nickname of being the pit.
“Well, then…”
“Perhaps Daddy Su Han could join?” suggest Zhou Qin from one side.
Everybody gave Lu Shao a hopeful look after what Zhou Qin had said.
With the exception of Su Han, of course.
That being said, even the boy, whose head was turned to one said, turned his head and gave Lu Shao a look.
“Sure,” said Lu Shao as he nodded nonchalantly.
“Okay, it’s decided then. You all should don your protective gears now.”
It was, after all, a school event and the protective gears were very complete.
As they would be throwing from high up, the protective gear for this event was a little bit complicated and there was even a device for the safety rope.
“C’mon over. Let me help you with it,” said Su Ran when she noticed Su Han struggling with the few buckles on his back.
With her understanding of her son, Su Ran had fully expected him to turn his head around and said coolly, “I got this” after she had offered.
Lo and behold, Su Han actually walked over docilely this time and even voluntarily turned around with his back to her without being asked.
There was a row of buckles on the back of the protective gear.
After Su Ran had buckled them all for her son, she also doubled checked the ones that he had already done.
“Okay, turn back around so I can check the other ones.
“Su Han?”
What Su Ran didn’t know was that Su Han had just given his father a provocative look and was now busying with trying to stare down each other with his father. Su Ran thought Su Han was spacing out when she didn’t get a response from him.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Well, don’t just stand there then. Turn around and let me see. “
“Oh.”
“Lift up your hand.”
“Oh.”
“Okay.” Looking at Su Han, Su Ran smiled again and said, “My son is so handsome.”
“Oh,” said Su Han again and his lips curved upward slightly.
For the very first time he had openly accepted a compliment from his other; nevertheless, he looked one more time provocatively at a certain direction.
Following Su Han’s look, Su Ran, too, turned to look in Lu Shao’s direction.
“Ah, let me help you with the buckles on your back,” said Su Ran as she walked over to Lu Shao.
She had almost forgotten all about him…
“Okay,” said Lu Shao as he lifted the corners of his lips. Then, after a slight pause, he said, “Thank you.”
“I will take care of that, Mom,” said Su Han as he casted a glance at Lu Shao. “Hey, get it straight. That’s my mother and you shouldn’t bother her with something like that.”
He really didn’t want to help out this man but he wanted Su Ran to help him even less.
Seeing that, Su Ran didn’t try to stop him but took a step back so her son can take her spot.
“I felt that your Su Han has such a good relationship with his father.” Over on the other end, Mother Du WenTao, too, had helped her son in donning his protective gears. She then walked over to Su Ran and watched the father and son pair, not far away from them, delightfully.
“That is so unlike our house. It is fine when Du WenTao’s father is not home. Every time he returns, the two of them will either be fighting with each other or getting ready to fight with each other.
“I am so envious of your family,” said Zhou Qin enviously with a sigh. The father looked nice and the son familial.
Su Ran: Hoho, that because you are not familiar with the concept of an undercurrent.
