Chapter 34 Chunbao Wants to Grow Taller

Upon hearing this, Luo Qing herself was surprised.

Even if it was just to annoy Duan Mingxiao, making Luo Qing take the initiative to ask others for advice on this matter would be like raining down blood from the sky.

Cong Chun held the cue stick with some trepidation. He was a beginner himself and had no idea about the rules of billiards. He was afraid of misleading others.

He was just about to suggest that Luo Qing consult Duan Mingxiao.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Ji Ruhui suddenly put his arm around Luo Qing's shoulder.

"Young Master Luo, please don't trouble our little friend. I will provide one-on-one guidance and I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Ji Ruhui was smug. Just now, Duan Mingxiao's death stare clearly showed that he wanted her to get rid of Luo Qing.

Young Master Duan promised to let Ji Ruhui borrow a limited-edition supercar from his garage.

Luo Qing slapped Ji Ruhui's hand away without any politeness, her eyes revealing obvious disdain. This time, the famous star Luo did not hide the expression on her face.

Ji Ruhui was somewhat hurt; why did everyone seem to dislike him?

He's also very popular with pretty girls, you know.

Duan Mingxiao, however, stood beside Cong Chun without anyone noticing. The young master had an indifferent expression, and his arrogant and unruly eyes revealed no emotion.

He exudes a cool and aloof male god vibe.

Why does this person keep bothering Chun Chun? Have some shame!

Wow, you're so amazing! I don't know how to do this. Can you teach me?

[You green tea b*tch, get lost.]

[But this little rascal is quite something, what kid?]

Cong Chun was stunned for a moment, then frowned and looked at Duan Mingxiao beside him. Why was the young master like this...?

The handsome young man and the young master's friend were both very nice people.

Duan Mingxiao noticed Cong Chun's gaze, smiled shamelessly at him, and grabbed Cong Chun's wrist.

"Let them talk, the two of us will play."

The billiard balls were set up on the table, and Duan Mingxiao was preparing to show off his skills in front of Cong Chun.

Duan Mingxiao leaned on the edge of the pool table with one hand, tilted his head and smiled at Cong Chun opposite him, and said softly.

Cong Chun's slender fingers gripped the tip of the cue stick, his lean arm bent and taut like a bow.

His gaze was fixed intently on the white ball in front of him. The next second, the cue stick in his hand shot forward like an arrow, and then came back.

When a ball went into the pocket, at first no one thought much of it, but gradually everyone's expressions became serious and tense.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the ball being struck and the rolling sound of the billiard ball on the green table surface.

Moments later, the last ball fell into the pocket, leaving Duan Mingxiao on the other side with no chance to make a shot.

In about two minutes, Cong Chun cleared the stage.

The next moment, Cong Chun straightened up, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he looked at Duan Mingxiao opposite him, his tone calm.

"Young master, I won."

Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side, put her grief behind her and couldn't help but clap her hands, looking at Cong Chun with admiration.

I declare this to be the real bking!

Duan Mingxiao has almost never lost in competitive events since he was a child; this is the first time he has ever lost.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but the young master quickly convinced himself.

What does this mean? Cong Chun is the nanny he hired, which proves that Duan Mingxiao has a unique and outstanding eye for talent, and indirectly proves that Duan Mingxiao has outstanding personal abilities.

The young master managed to soothe himself so skillfully, without any internal conflict.

"You cleared the table on your second try! How are you so good?"

The next second, Duan Mingxiao's praise came out.

Just when he thought Cong Chun would be embarrassed or modest.

Cong Chun, standing before him, nodded without hesitation.

He's really amazing.

Duan Mingxiao wasn't annoyed. The young master, in a playful mood, stepped forward and ruffled Cong Chun's hair.

"Don't get cocky."

Cong Chun instinctively avoided Duan Mingxiao's movements.

"Young master, you can't touch his head, touching his head will stunt his growth."

Duan Mingxiao was amused.

"How old are you? You've already stopped growing taller."

Cong Chun was somewhat dissatisfied; he always wanted to grow two more centimeters.

Cong Chun once read in a book that some people's height would continue to increase after the age of twenty.

"Young master, no, the book says I will grow taller."

Duan Mingxiao gave the boy in front of him a smile, tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Idiot, even if you grow taller, you still can't hit my knees when you jump."

Cong Chun pursed his lips, his eyebrows visibly drooping.

"Young Master, I have something to tell you now."

"I don't want to talk to you for now."