The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

As the year came to an end, Wen Zhiyao's school organized a sports meet and invited all parents to watch. It was said that Wen Zhiyao would represent their class 3 () in four events and was expected to achieve a grand slam.

Wen Qiu heard this news from Pei Du. He asked why Wen Zhiyao had been getting up early every day recently. It turned out that he went for morning exercises with his Uncle Pei.

That morning, Pei Du came back from a run with his children. The big and small were wearing the same sportswear and running shoes. They were all emitting the vigorous heat from just working out. They looked like a handsome boy and a little boy, as refreshing as sunshine and rain.

On the other hand, inside the house, Wen Qiu was shrouded in the depression of lack of sleep. His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he was stuffing dumplings into his mouth with chopsticks in his right hand. He was clicking the mouse with his left hand. WeChat messages kept ringing. He would grab his phone and reply to the messages frantically, using voice to curse some unlucky guy.

"Little Zhiliao will have a sports meet on Friday - if you're busy, you don't have to go. I'll go to school to cheer for the kids." Pei Du said quickly while he was drinking water, "In the name of uncle."

Wen Qiu raised his head, his mind still not turning away from work. They recently hired a popular big star. Apart from being expensive, she had no other disadvantages. The schedule reserved for them was very tight. Every day she appeared on the crew, her daily salary would be in the millions.

Wen Zhiyao had just finished his exercise, his cheeks were flushed, and he said obediently, "Yeah, Dad, go get busy! Uncle Pei promised me that he would participate in the parent sports meeting. Dad, you don't know, Uncle Pei is super good, he can do all kinds of sports..."

Thinking that he would have such a powerful uncle ALPHA at the sports meeting, it would be absolutely cool. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep just thinking about it, and he wished it would be Friday when he woke up.

"Uncle Pei, please choose shoes for me. I feel that the previous pair is a bit small." Wen Zhiyao lifted his feet.

"Okay, I'll show you." Pei Du said with a smile, "He's growing so fast, he will definitely be a tall man in the future."

“Taller than Uncle Pei?”

"Yeah, sure."

"?" Wen Qiu looked at the two of them having fun, oblivious to the people around them, and a question mark slowly rose in his head. Why did he seem to be the superfluous one in this family?

He looked at his schedule for a while, and squeezed out a day's worth of time by moving things around.

A big man and a small child were sitting on a low stool in the entrance hall, trying on new sneakers, their big heads next to their small heads, chirping and the sound of birds and flowers. Wen Qiu walked up behind them like a cold breeze, "Friday, right? I'll go too."

The two turned around at the same time. Wen Zhiyao raised his hands and cheered with shining eyes, "Great!"

He hugged Wen Qiu's waist in a bear hug and circled around him like a happy donkey.

Humph, the child is indeed closer to me. Wen Qiu picked up the child, but before he could feel proud for long, he suddenly felt his body lighten - Pei Du picked him up from behind, along with the child.

"You're coming with us," the man's voice sounded against his back, bringing a warm vibration, "how kind of you to come."

On the day of the sports meet, Wen Qiu was a little sleep-deprived because he had been handling a lot of work all night, but the child was so excited that he crawled into his bed early in the morning, "Dad! Dad! Get up!"

Wen Qiu yawned, twisted like a caterpillar, and went to wash up with sleepy eyes. The child was full of energy, taking care of him, and swept him out the door like a tornado.

Outside the door, Pei Du's car had been waiting for a long time. When the two got in the car, he first rubbed Wen Zhiyao's head, then grabbed Wen Qiu and kissed him. After greeting them good morning one by one and helping them fasten their seat belts, they officially set off.

When we arrived at the school, the atmosphere of the sports meet had already spread. Many children's parents were there, but no one knew about Yao Lafeng - he was already a celebrity in the school, and who knew that he would bring his parents along, which was even more amazing.

Wen Qiu was only wearing a sweater, jeans and sneakers, and looked like a college student volunteer who had come in from nowhere. However, he was still famous, and everyone who passed by turned back to look at him, and some even came up to ask him if he was a certain star.

Compared with him, Pei Du received another kind of burning attention. Some young OMEGA teachers blushed when they saw him, and some parents dressed like business elites hesitated to come forward and say hello. However, Pei Du ignored all of this. He carried Wen Zhiyao's small schoolbag on one shoulder, carried three water bottles in his hands, and stuffed chocolate energy bars in his pockets, like a mobile logistics service station.

"By the way, that's Wen Zhiyao's biological father, right? He inherited all his good qualities." A sharp-eyed classmate's parent muttered, "Why do I hear him calling me uncle?"

"I don't know. Doesn't he look familiar to you? Is he the one from Peiyuan Group..."

"I don't think so. How can a CEO come in person to play house with a child?"

Wen Qiu also found that Wen Zhiyao was young, but he had the intention of causing trouble for the people. All the little omegas, like flower buds, were circling around him. The ALPHA kids were vying to be his good friend. But Wen Zhiyao was like a fish in water, and he managed his huge circle of friends in an orderly manner.

Wen Qiu's eyes widened as he looked at Pei Du with a look of suspicion on his face: "Were you like this when you were a child?"

"No." Pei Du touched his chin, thinking, "Is it because of you?" Wen Zhiyao was cuter than the average ALPHA kid. It was obvious that he inherited Wen Qiu's beauty. Could he blame himself for this?
Wen Zhiyao was not satisfied with having so many friends, so he wandered around in the crowd, looking for his "best friend". Unfortunately, there were too many people at the sports meeting, and he couldn't find him for a long time. He pouted in disappointment, "Strange, why can't I see Lan Ze..."

The sports meet was held in such a chaotic atmosphere. Wen Zhiyao participated in four events, including high jump, 50-meter run, spot shooting, and an 800-meter run. The 800-meter race was a mixed race for grades to , and he was the only first-year student who signed up. In fact, Wen Zhiyao was one year younger than the average first-year student, which made Wen Qiu sweat for him.

In the first event, the high jump, Wen Zhiyao was obviously professionally trained. He started and jumped with the standard posture of an athlete, and flipped over the railing with his back as light as if he had wings on his back. Then he landed lightly on the mat, rolled over, and stood up.

The set of movements was smooth and flowing, and all the teachers and students present cheered. Wen Zhiyao was like a proud little rooster, running over to high-five his father and uncle. Pei Du praised him, "Not bad, the movements are more standard than in training."

"Yeah!" Wen Zhiyao stretched out his hand, spread his thumb and index finger wide apart, and said to Wen Qiu, "I can still jump this much higher."

"Baby is so amazing!" Wen Qiu praised sincerely.

"Dad! Stop calling me baby..." Little Ku Ge was anxious. He looked around and luckily no classmates were there. He had to save face, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few rounds, Wen Zhiyao ran out of opponents, so he continued to increase his height and broke the school's high jump record in one go. He did not force himself to continue the challenge, saving his energy for the next event.

Wen Qiu only then realized that those four were just individual events. Wen Zhiyao also participated in the class relay race and long rope jumping.

By the time of the last event of the afternoon, the 800-meter race, Wen Zhiyao was already exhausted. Wen Qiu wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Can you hold on? If you are very tired, don't force yourself."

"I'm fine." Wen Zhiyao said, "Uncle Pei found a professional coach to tailor a plan for me. We have been doing physical training for the past month."

Indeed, in the past month, Pei Du came to pick up the children early in the morning every day. It turned out that the two of them did so many things silently...

"It's just a sports meet, why take it so seriously?" Wen Qiu touched the child's face with pity, always feeling that he had lost weight due to exercise.

"Because Dad will come to see us!" Wen Zhiyao patted his chest, "Uncle Pei and I have been worried that Dad would be too busy to come, luckily you came in the end!"

Wen Qiu was startled. Through the child's tender face and green eyes, he seemed to see the shadow of that man. This kind of persistence of never letting go once determined is really like Pei Du.

"Why not?" Wen Qiu smiled, "Even if Daddy is trapped in outer space, he will ride a rocket down to watch the baby's sports meet."

As they were talking, Pei Du came in stealthily carrying an opaque bag. When they opened it, they saw three cups of milk tea.

"Doesn't the school forbid ordering takeout?" Wen Qiu asked curiously. The security guards were watching very strictly for fear that the children would not eat well.

"Well..." Pei Du squinted his eyes, "The railing of the back door is a bit low, so I asked the takeaway boy to pass it in."

Wen Qiu was ashamed and hoped that Wen Zhiyao didn't inherit this guy's gene for breaking the law.

Pei Du handed the milk tea to Wen Zhiyao, "Haven't you been asking for a drink since noon? Go ahead, it's your favorite watermelon flavor."

"Oh!" Wen Zhiyao took it, his eyes sparkling with admiration. It was not that he could not drink milk tea normally, but that no one would be like Uncle Pei, who would go all out for a word from him - just like when he said a month ago that he wanted to win all the first places in front of his father, Uncle Pei told him: "I will help you achieve it."

After a cup of milk tea, Wen Zhiyao was fully recovered and began to warm up for the 800 meters. This was also the last major event of the day, and all the parents and children crowded around the track to watch. The radio was busy, and from time to time, the cheering slogans written by each class could be heard.

As the referee blew the whistle, a group of children flew out of the starting line like arrows, and Wen Qiu's heart was lifted. Among the group of older children, Wen Zhiyao was not very tall, and mixed in with the big group, and soon he was left behind by the first echelon.

But he was not in a hurry, but breathed skillfully and ran at his own pace. Many children ran very fast at the beginning, but they were exhausted and panting in the end, but he always maintained a constant speed and caught up with the people in front one by one without hurry.

It was the last two laps, and there were only two students left in front of Wen Zhiyao. After a day of intense exercise, he had consumed too much energy, and his physical disadvantage began to show. He was breathing heavily, his small chest rising and falling violently, his eyes fixed on the target in front of him, and he swung his legs, which felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, step by step.

"Come on, Xiao Zhiliao!" There was the whistling sound of the wind in his ears, as well as the cheers of his father and Uncle Pei... Wen Zhiyao gritted his teeth and started speeding up in the last lap. When he passed the second place runner-up who was running hard like the wind, he saw the disbelief on the other's face.

He was getting closer and closer, and was about to crush the classmate who had been in first place since the first lap. However, the other party did not let up at all and actually started sprinting at the same time. There were still 200 meters to the finish line. Wen Zhiyao felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and all the strength in his body had been squeezed to the limit.

Wen Qiu nervously grabbed Pei Du's arm and shouted "Go!" until his voice was hoarse. He saw that the child had reached his limit and felt very distressed. In fact, he didn't need to win so beautifully. Second place was also good. But at this time, Pei Du's firm voice of encouragement came from the side: "Wen Zhiyao, go win!"

Yes, I want to win, I must win. Wen Zhiyao gritted his teeth. He didn't need anyone to teach him. He didn't want to lose from the bottom of his heart.

His brain was buzzing with fatigue and everything around him turned into a blurry afterimage. In the last 50 meters, he couldn't even see the figure in front of him. His eyes were fixed on the finish line and his father and Uncle Pei who were waiting for him behind the finish line.

Like an arrow aimed at the bull's eye, he flew through the oncoming strong wind, through the roaring noise like a tsunami, through the ribbon at the finish line, and then threw himself into his father's arms.

Wen Qiu was pushed back two steps by his tremendous force. He felt as if he was holding a burning cannonball. He proudly picked up the child, and was so excited that he forgot everything else, "Ahhh, first place! Baby, you are first place!"

Wen Zhiyao had just smiled halfway when everything in front of him went dark. Now the whole world knows that he is daddy's baby!

(End of this chapter)