Jiang Ning thought about it. He had only been a stay-at-home dad for less than a day.
He had already obtained so many skills; he should be satisfied.
Jiang Ning went to the bathroom, took off his shirt, and looked in the mirror.
At this moment, a muscular man appeared in the mirror.
Was this still the old him?
Jiang Ning couldn't quite believe it.
He had only lightly touched his body before.
He also saw a slight change in his face, although it wasn't much.
But he clearly felt that he was more handsome than before, and he also possessed an indescribable aura.
Perhaps this was due to the unique aura of obtaining the Beginner Martial Arts Level.
Jiang Ning touched his rock-hard abs, secretly amazed.
In university, he had dreamed of becoming a muscular fitness guru.
He had done push-ups many times, but was ridiculed by his roommates.
He was also often influenced by his roommates who played computer games.
In the end, he couldn't persevere and spent four years of university aimlessly with his roommates.
Now, this physique had just appeared on him.
Jiang Ning was both excited and happy, unconsciously stroking his abdominal muscles.
That solid, granular feel filled Jiang Ning with pride.
"No, it's almost time. Mengmeng's animation time is about to start." Jiang Ning put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.
He looked at his watch.
"Mengmeng, it's time. Let's go, we'll go draw."
"Mm." Although reluctant, Mengmeng nodded obediently.
So Jiang Ning turned off the TV and brought Mengmeng to the balcony.
A table and chairs were placed on the balcony.
Jiang Ning took out a pen and paper and began to teach Mengmeng how to draw.
"Mengmeng, what do you like to draw?" Jiang Ning asked with a smile.
Mengmeng said happily, "Uncle Jiang, I like to draw everything, like frogs, cats, dogs, flowers, and grass."
"Alright, how about Uncle Jiang teaches you how to draw a frog first?"
"Yes, yay, yay." Mengmeng clapped her hands happily.
"Mengmeng, what shape is a frog? Is it standing, sitting, or squatting?"
Mengmeng shook her head, shaking her pigtails: "It seems like it's sitting, and it also seems like it's squatting?"
"Well, Mengmeng is right, you can draw the frog sitting, or squatting. And what shape are its four legs? Are the two front legs standing up, and the back two legs bent and lying down?"
"Yes, and its hind legs are thicker and longer." Mengmeng recalled, speaking happily.
"That's right, Mengmeng, you're doing great. Now, is its body upright, horizontal, or slanted?"
"Uncle Jiang, I know! It's slanted, with its butt on the ground, looking up at the sky." Mengmeng answered without hesitation.
"Alright, since we know what a frog looks like, Mengmeng, watch carefully how Uncle Jiang draws it."
Jiang Ning reminded Mengmeng to think while he drew, and then he began.
As Jiang Ning started drawing, Mengmeng watched intently.
Soon, a lifelike frog was drawn.
"Wow, Uncle Jiang, the frog you drew is so beautiful, it's just like a real one!" Mengmeng was so happy she was dancing with joy.
"Okay, it's Mengmeng's turn to draw now. As long as Mengmeng draws carefully, you'll definitely draw even more beautifully than Uncle Jiang in the future."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Alright, Mengmeng will definitely draw very, very carefully." After saying that, Mengmeng picked up a pencil and began to sketch.
Jiang Ning stood to the side, giving guidance.
"Mengmeng, have Su Meng's parents come to see you?" Jiang Ning couldn't help but ask.
"Uncle Jiang Ning, no, they haven't. I don't know who Mommy's parents are, and I haven't seen them." Mengmeng answered while drawing carefully.
It seems that Su Meng adopted Mengmeng, and her parents don't know? Or perhaps they disapprove.
But wasn't the rumor that Su Meng, the president of the Su Corporation, had always lived with her parents?
Could it be that her parents disapproved, and Su Meng moved out to live with Mengmeng?
Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. I'll know when I'm supposed to.
An hour quickly passed.
At this moment, Mengmeng had drawn several frogs, as well as a pond and lotus leaves.
Looking at her serious expression while coloring, Jiang Ning couldn't help but pat her head.
And Jiang Ning found that Mengmeng had a talent for drawing.
Although he had only actually drawn one frog, it was still a pencil sketch.
But Mengmeng could absorb sixty percent of it.
Although she didn't draw as well as he did, this was obviously not the level a two-and-a-half-year-old child should be at.
And she had a rich imagination, drawing many frogs, lotus leaves, and ponds.
This painting, even a nine-year-old child might not be able to draw it.
He thought about when he was in the first grade of elementary school, his drawing wasn't as good as Mengmeng's.
If it weren't for the system's newbie reward, Beginner Painting Skill, he estimated he wouldn't dare to teach Mengmeng to draw.
An hour later.
Mengmeng finished coloring the entire painting.
"Mengmeng, let's go outside. We can play in the neighborhood and get some exercise, alright?" Jiang Ning said with a smile.
Mengmeng perked up at the thought of going out to play: "Yay! Let's go, Uncle Jiang, let's go play ball."
"Okay." Jiang Ning nodded.
Then Mengmeng ran to the entertainment room to get a mini basketball.
This small basketball had a diameter of about fifteen centimeters, and was bouncy, yet wouldn't hurt kids.
Mengmeng held the small basketball and walked out of the villa with Jiang Ning.
In front of the villa was a spacious lawn.
Mengmeng happily played on the lawn, lightly bouncing the small basketball.
Unfortunately, she didn't get many bounces in before the little basketball ran away.
After a few more, it ran away again.
Mengmeng refused to give up and kept dribbling the basketball.
"Uncle Jiang, why does it look like the basketball sticks to the black uncles' hands on TV, and it can't get away, but when I dribble it, it runs away?" Mengmeng asked, puzzled.
"Mengmeng, that's because you're not skilled enough yet, and you also need to control the force when dribbling. Come on, Mengmeng, Uncle Jiang will demonstrate for you."
"Okay, okay. Uncle Jiang, you're so amazing, you know everything!" Mengmeng obediently handed the little basketball to Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning picked up the basketball and began to dribble, but unfortunately, the ball was too bouncy and light, unlike a real basketball, which has a sense of gravity, and it was also on the grass.
Jiang Ning lightly tapped the little basketball, but he didn't dribble it well, and the ball went astray.
This instantly made Jiang Ning feel awkward.
Seeing Jiang Ning's dribbling go astray, Mengmeng grinned and said, "Hehe, it's not that Mengmeng can't, Uncle Jiang, you're the same, the ball doesn't like you."
"Well, Mengmeng, don't laugh at Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang did it on purpose just now." Jiang Ning lied awkwardly.
After that, he picked up the small basketball and carefully controlled it.
After one failure, Jiang Ning's dribbling was much better this time.
Although he wasn't used to it, and his posture was awkward, running east and then west.
But the small basketball indeed didn't escape Jiang Ning's palm.
"Wow, Uncle Jiang, you're amazing." Mengmeng blinked her big eyes, clapping her hands.
Five minutes later.
"Ding!"
System: "Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Advanced Basketball Skill."
Afterward, streams of Basketball skill information flooded Jiang Ning's mind.
And his leg strength, jumping ability, and arms seemed to have changed.
His eyesight also seemed to have changed.
He felt like a Great Xia version of "Jordan," able to perform aerial dunks, and three-point shots shouldn't be difficult.