The Beautiful Teaching Assistant Gave Me Three Children, Shocking the Entire School
Chapter 137: College Sports Meet

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: College Sports Meet

"Da Bao, Er Bao, say ’Mommy.’"

"Ma-ma..."

"Daddy, say ’Daddy.’"

"Da-da..."

Xiao Fei shook his head.

"Not ’da-da,’ say ’Daddy.’"

"Da-da..."

"Dad...dy..."

Xiao Fei slowly repeated, trying to correct the slightly inaccurate pronunciation of the three kids.

The three little ones grew a bit impatient, calling "Da-da" nonstop for a while.

"Watch Daddy’s mouth shape, Dad...dy..."

Da Bao tilted his head, opened his little mouth, and said, "Ba-ba."

"Oh...!"

Xiao Fei happily kissed Da Bao and then eagerly looked toward Er Bao and San Bao.

The two little ones mimicked him, and probably because their vocal cords had developed a bit more, they managed to adjust their pronunciation more smoothly this time.

Just then, Xiang Zilan suddenly called out nearby Xiao Fei and Tang Yuxin.

"Meow~"

Da Bao, who was being held by Xiao Fei, looked down at Xiang Zilan and then...

"Mia..."

Xiao Fei and Tang Yuxin: "????"

What is happening?

"Mia! Mia!"

Seeing Da Bao gleefully copying Xiang Zilan, Xiao Fei hurriedly shooed Xiang Zilan out.

This won’t do. If their baby starts learning bad habits from the cat and goes around meowing all day, he and Tang Yuxin would be in for a headache.

The next day.

Xiao Fei unexpectedly received a call from an old classmate.

"Class rep, why the sudden call?"

The hearty laughter of class rep Liu Yue came through the phone.

[Isn’t it because the summer sports meet is about to start?]

"What’s up?"

"You’re not thinking of roping me into signing up, are you?"

[Don’t want to join? Seriously, Xiao Fei, we’re in our third year now, and after this semester, it’ll be our fourth year starting in September. Internships, jobs—classmates will have less and less time to meet. By then, we’ll probably only all come together for graduation photos. I figured this sports meet would be a good opportunity to gather everyone again.]

Xiao Fei found himself agreeing—there was definitely some truth to Liu Yue’s reasoning.

In the blink of an eye, his third year was nearly over, and soon he’d be a fourth-year student.

After graduating from university, it would also be time to hold a wedding for him and Tang Yuxin.

[So, any interest in signing up for the sports meet?]

"Sorry, it’s not really my thing."

[I thought so... Sigh, hardly anyone from our class has signed up.]

Liu Yue complained over the phone.

Luckily, participation wasn’t mandatory—unless the entire school barely had any participants, it wouldn’t get delegated to each class.

At least for the past few years, Xiao Fei had never been forced to sign up or compete.

"When’s the gathering?"

[The sports meet starts in three days. If you’re interested, feel free to drop by campus. That evening our class will have a dinner together.]

"Alright."

Xiao Fei noted the date before hanging up.

In the evening, when Tang Yuxin returned home, Xiao Fei mentioned the plan to her.

"What a pity."

Sitting on the bed, Tang Yuxin looked a little disappointed. "I was hoping to see my husband showing off his prowess on the sports field during the meet."

But Tang Yuxin was just speaking casually—after all, Xiao Fei had his hands full at home taking care of their three kids, leaving hardly any time for events like the sports meet.

"Since that’s the plan, I’ll come home earlier on the day of the meet to help look after the kids. That way, you can attend the gathering, hubby."

"Sure thing~"

The day of the gathering arrived quickly.

That afternoon, Tang Yuxin came home early, and Xiao Fei prepared to head out.

After bidding farewell to the three kids and Xiang Zilan, Xiao Fei drove back to campus.

After parking his car at the lot, he strolled leisurely back to the dormitory.

"Sons! Your emperor has returned!"

As soon as he entered the dorm, Xiao Fei shouted loudly.

But there were only two people in the room.

Zhang Bo and Wu Zitao were there, but Liu Chao was nowhere to be seen.

"Where’s Old Liu?"

"He’s preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam, isn’t he?"

"He’s been going to the library daily for ages. There’s still a long time before the exam—this guy is a bit too hardcore."

Zhang Bo, who was gaming, took off his headphones and replied.

During the semester before the final exams, when Xiao Fei had returned to campus, he’d chatted with his three roommates for a while, and Liu Chao had mentioned then that he was considering applying for graduate school.

Turns out, he was dead serious.

Xiao Fei felt genuinely happy for him.

He turned to Wu Zitao next.

"Taozi, still gaming every day?"

Zhang Bo’s family had a business, and he planned to return home to take over after graduation. Wu Zitao, however, was different.

He came from an ordinary family, but judging by appearances, he still seemed a bit aimless right now.

"Who said I’m gaming all the time?"

Wu Zitao snorted lightly and pointed to his computer screen.

"This is a game I’m developing independently. I’ve finally found my future goal—I’m going to be a game developer!"

"Not bad, an independent game you made yourself? Let me try!"

Xiao Fei immediately became intrigued and sat down in front of Wu Zitao’s computer.

"How do I play it?"

Without delay, Wu Zitao began introducing the game: "It’s a simulation management game..."

Xiao Fei played it for a while and found that, although the game was still a work in progress, its current form showed quite a bit of potential and was already fun to play.

Wu Zitao was clearly a hardcore gamer, and he had poured years of accumulated experience from various games he’d tried into this independent creation.

"Shame I don’t have money, can’t hire an artist, and don’t have much artistic talent myself. I’ve had to use public art assets—otherwise, the game could be even better."

Staring at the prototype game, Wu Zitao said with a hint of regret.

"You’re serious about pursuing this, aren’t you?"

"Absolutely!"

Wu Zitao nodded firmly. "I want to finish developing a proper indie game and test its reception in the market. If it does well, I’ll keep going; if it’s average, I’ll use it as a stepping stone to get a job at a major company."

"You have no idea..."

Zhang Bo chimed in, patting Xiao Fei’s shoulder.

"This guy’s been pouring his heart and soul into this—burning the midnight oil every day this semester."

Xiao Fei looked at Wu Zitao and noticed that he did seem significantly more haggard.

Clearly, he was taking this seriously.

Glancing at the half-built game on the computer again, Xiao Fei said, "How about I invest in it? With money, you can hire some help to develop it. Of course, I’ll take a cut of any profits in the end."

It was more about supporting a friend.

"No way."

Wu Zitao refused Xiao Fei’s proposal outright.

"Brother Xiao, I know you want to help me, and I know you’re not short of money, but... to be honest, I’m not confident in how this will perform in the market. If your investment goes down the drain, I’d lose face."