Because too much had happened in the last couple of days, and everyone knew the show was about to end, now the competition was basically just for entertainment, so no one was paying too much attention.
Zhao Yan was playing with a table tennis paddle alongside Zhao Yudie, "Just do your best in a bit, and don’t fall over."
"Okay," nodded Zhao Yudie.
At this moment, the director called Zhao Yan over to speak with him, leaving Zhao Yudie to wait for Zhao Yan on her own.
Unexpectedly, Wang Tianyu popped up from nowhere, "Yudie sister, you’re definitely going to lose."
Zhao Yudie didn’t like Wang Tianyu very much, "That’s nonsense, we’ll surely win."
"Tch," snorted Wang Tianyu, "my mom said, your dad is a spineless man, good for nothing. You can only win at planting rice in the field."
"How could you be so impolite!" Zhao Yudie’s eyes widened as she stared at Wang Tianyu, "My dad is amazing, not at all like what you’re saying."
"That’s the truth." Four-year-old Wang Tianyu didn’t know what should or shouldn’t be said, only repeating what he’d heard adults say before.
When Zhao Yan came back, what he saw was Zhao Yudie crying her heart out, "What’s wrong? Why are you crying ?"
Zhao Yudie didn’t want to upset Zhao Yan, so she just shook her head, "It’s nothing."
By this time, the director had started to gather everyone for the competition, and Zhao Yan could only pat Zhao Yudie’s shoulder to comfort her, "Get ready for the match."
Zhao Yudie wiped away her tears, "Okay, Daddy."
This catching game relied mainly on coordination. Zhao Yan led Zhao Yudie with very steady steps, not fast but secure, while on the other side, Wang Shu led Wang Tianyu, moving much faster than Zhao Yan’s team.
But Wang Tianyu was still young, and he didn’t have a good grip on the balance of the racket. Near the finish line, his hand shook, and the ball dropped to the ground.
"The winners of this round are Zhao Yan and Zhao Yudie."
After the director announced the result of the first match, Zhao Yudie jumped up happily, taunting Wang Tianyu with a humph, "My dad is the greatest!!!"
"Not at all, we were just letting you win," retorted an unconvinced Wang Tianyu.
Children lack the ability to discern right from wrong, especially in Wang Tianyu’s upbringing, where any failure he encountered would be immediately excused by his grandparents and parents.
Having lost the match, Wang Tianyu naturally didn’t think the fault lay with him.
"My dad is so much better than your dad."
Although repeatedly urged by Zhao Yan to be modest, after Wang Tianyu’s previous taunt, Zhao Yudie couldn’t help but drop her usual reticence.
The second match started quickly. This time, Wang Shu and Wang Tianyu slowed down, moving more steadily than in the first match.
However, Zhao Yan and Zhao Yudie sped up, having developed a tacit understanding during the first round, they managed to increase their speed while staying steady.
Undoubtedly, Zhao Yan and his daughter won again.
"Daddy is so awesome!!" Zhao Yudie couldn’t contain her excitement, hopping and clapping her hands, "My dad is the best!!"
Wang Tianyu stood aside, fuming as he watched Zhao Yudie.
Though it was only a small recreational competition, as an athlete, Wang Shu was sensitive about results, and his face didn’t look good having not won first place.
After thinking for a bit, he couldn’t restrain himself from scolding Wang Tianyu, "What does your mom teach you every day? How can you still not hold things steady at four years old, so clumsy."
Wang Tianyu hung his head, eyes red with anger, fists clenched tightly, clearly indignant.
Wang Shu chided a couple of times, but aware of the cameras following them, he finally sighed, "Never mind, let’s go."
But after he’d walked a distance, Wang Tianyu didn’t follow.
Impatient, Wang Shu turned back, about to speak, when he saw Wang Tianyu rapidly charging at Zhao Yudie and forcefully pushing her.
Although there were no deep pits around, the competition was set up in a grain drying yard, and many agricultural tools were placed to the side.
Though Wang Tianyu was young, he was a big kid and, with the unchecked strength of a four- or five-year-old, he pushed the frail Zhao Yudie so hard that she flew quite a distance.
She crashed into a wall-mounted harrow; the sharp iron prongs instantly pierced through her face and eyes.
Zhao Yan was originally at the director’s side collecting the competition award when he suddenly heard Zhao Yudie’s piercing scream. He turned his head and his eyes were filled with fury.
Zhao Yudie’s face was covered in blood, the gushing blood turning her neck and clothes a vivid red – a truly frightening sight.