Houfu Key Class

Zhaorong put his hands on his hips and stepped on Cuju. He gave him a provocative smile and said, "Boy, today I want to show you my princess's style!"

Zong Jincheng's fists were clenched, and his combat power level gradually increased.

Playing Cuju in a competition?

Then you have met an expert!

The little devil hooked his fingers at her, then shook his index finger, making a "you can't do it" gesture, which was even more provocative.

Zhaorong tilted his head and exerted his strength. All fifteen people came behind him, and they were all teenage maids.

She turned around and said: "Don't say that this princess is bullying others. We are a girl's family. It is reasonable for us to be five or six years older."

Zong Jincheng crossed his arms and said arrogantly: "It's up to you, I won't be polite anyway."

"Okay, let's get ready. Our name is Princess Team. Have you decided on a team name?" Zhao Rong looked behind him and said, "Dandy Team?"

All the dandies: "..."

Although it has such a name, who is proud of it?

The little devil angrily said: "Young Master Team! Who wants you to give us random names?"

"Oh, the young master team... sounds like it's still not as good as my princess team. Just wait and lose, boys!"

Zong Jincheng rolled his eyes at her and started to go back to the team to discuss positions with his brothers. He was the best at Cuju among them, and Wei Xinglu and the others also listened to his arrangements.

"Wei Xinglu is holding the head; He Zheng is holding the head; Lu Fang is holding the net; brother, you are Sanli; leave the ball head to me. We will beat her ten Cuju today!"

"good!"

The young master team is unstoppable, and more than a dozen young boys are coming at once.

Xu Wan was sitting in the stands, betting with Cui Zhizheng on who would win.

Cuizhi said stingily: "If it exceeds ten cents, I won't bet with you."

"Then ten coins," Xu Wan looked up at her and sighed, "You have to be the best at living in this family."

The green branches remain unmoving, which is a good saying for living a solid life.

"Young Master Cheng is the best slave. He has no rival in Cuju among his peers."

Xu Wan shook her head and said: "I beat the Eighteenth Princess. If she has no strength, how can she dare to challenge Jin Cheng? And she is six years older than Jin Cheng. Don't underestimate the six-year gap. She has a lot of physical strength." advantage."

Cuizhi still did not change her vote: "I still have the upper hand over Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng is the strongest."

Xu Wan raised her eyebrows and sat down and said: "Okay, okay, I'm curious after you praised me. Is this kid really so good at kicking Cuju?"

Cuizhi corrected: "It's very awesome."

As Cuizhi's voice fell, the game began. Cuju was passed from the foot of Wei Xinglu to He Zheng. The Princess team struggled to block it, but the Young Master team's attack was flawless and quickly passed to the next person.

When he arrived at Zong Wenxiu, although he had learned a lot of Cuju knowledge and skills overnight, he still had trouble keeping up with the actual practice and was intercepted by the Princess Team.

The princess team screamed with excitement, but this surprise did not last more than two seconds. The little devil came across the sky and intercepted Cuju back with one kick. The advantage returned to the young master team again!

The little devil took the time to comfort his brother: "Don't be afraid, brother, I'm here!"

Zong Wenxiu's still a little disappointed mood was swept away, and he immediately started running again.

"Wow! Mr. Cheng is awesome! Team Young Master will win!" Cheerleader Shunzi's shout echoed throughout the Cuju field.

After he started this, other servants of the young master's family also came together, and the slogans gradually became unified.

"We must win! We must win! The Young Master team must win!"

The Cuju was passed back to Zong Jincheng's feet. He skillfully dodged the eighteenth princess with his body and flew up with his kick to shoot the Cuju towards Fengliuyan.

"In!" The young master team cheered excitedly.

The cheerleaders also waved and cheered dutifully.

The eighteenth princess glared at him angrily, and Zong Jincheng replied provocatively: "The princess team is not very good."

"Ah ah Zong Jincheng!!!" Zhao Rong shouted angrily.

Xu Wan held her forehead helplessly and whispered: "I'm really afraid that they will fight soon."

Cuizhi: "..." It's not impossible.

Zong Jincheng, who got off the Cuju court, was like a returning overlord. He controlled the rhythm of the whole game. As long as the Cuju ball reached his feet, it was never intercepted. He ducked, kicked with his knees, and flew with both feet in various postures. He was able to kick Cuju, and with one final kick, he succeeded in getting into his eyes!

"Three already! The Young Master team is far ahead and unstoppable!"

Cuizhi also began to regret a little. She had just lost ten cents in gambling, but she was still too conservative.

Xu Wan coughed and said, "Just watch, the princess is getting anxious."

The more Zhao Rong played, the more anxious she became, especially since Zong Jincheng was always shooting next to her, using various strange methods, which invisibly put pressure on her.

Damn it, why is this kid so good at kicking Cuju!

Not to mention Zhaorong was anxious, even her teammates were anxious. My princess usually just played football in the palace. How could she have ever competed with others in such a real way? She lost the first time she came to the Cuju field. Horrible.

Zong Jincheng had no intention of letting her down. He rolled up his sleeves and kicked Cuju more and more confidently. Finally, he jumped sideways, turned half of his body in the air, and kicked Cuju into the goal.

"Holy shit!" Xu Wan stood up in shock.

It was actually shown off by the little devil.

"What a genius at Cuju!" she couldn't help but sigh.

The Cuju field erupted with even stronger excitement.

"Master Zong is too strong! The young master's team will win!"

"Terrible! It's terrible! It's so strong!"

Cuizhi said with a smile from the side: "Madam, you are going to lose. I have already said that Mr. Cheng is a master at playing these games, not a showman."

On the Cuju court, Zong Jincheng saw Xu Wan stand up from a distance, and turned towards her with his fists, showing her how awesome he was. He looked like the king of the Cuju court.

Xu Wan was infected by his confident look and sighed: "It turns out that this kid's confidence didn't grow out of thin air."

Because he has achieved very good results in other fields, he is very confident that he will be very good in other fields. This confidence will follow him to many fields, and he will accumulate more and more.

Cuizhi said with a smile: "Master Cheng is very confident in his studies now. He can do well in anything he does."

Xu Wan commented amusingly: "A terrible child."

She is now watching the little devil running around the Cuju field, just like a rabbit out of the cage, which is called joy.

Zong Wenxiu next to him is also very happy. Although he always misses due to lack of experience, with Zong Jincheng filling in next to him, every thrill can be turned around and even become a better shooting angle.

Feng Liuyan, who was only a little bigger than Cuju, was constantly attacked by the young master team, and it didn't take long for him to enter five Cuju!

"Young Master Team! Young Master Team! Young Master Team!"

The cheerleading team of the Young Master team is gradually growing, and the audience in the Cuju field has come to cheer them on. On the other hand, the Princess team is still zero, and everyone's face is extremely dark.