Chapter 95 Playing
Tricks The moment Wen Zheng raised his staff, Qiao Yubai, Cui Lang and the other three who were watching the game carefully in the waiting area already had the answer in their minds and had determined that their opponents in the final round were Wen Zheng and his team.
The ball in Wen Zheng's hand did hit the ball.
On a hot summer afternoon, the air was deformed by the baking, and the heat waves swayed like water waves, like a big net, which seemed to trap and slow down the boy's kicking movements as everyone watched with bated breath.
After a moment, the answer appeared.
Like the colorful ball that was hit away, everyone's mood also fluctuated greatly, with sounds of surprise or regret.
"Why didn't you get in..."
"It went astray!"
For a moment, the other three students on the Red Team all looked frozen and confused.
Wen Zheng's shot actually missed?
In the brief moment when they lost their focus, someone from the Yellow Team took the opportunity to grab the ball and passed it to Chang Miao.
Chang Miao waved his staff, and the painted ball flew high in the air and into the goal with colorful flags on it.
"It's in!" Someone from the yellow team immediately cheered happily.
The members of the Red Team suddenly came to their senses, and rode their horses and raised their sticks to try to grab the ball. However, the incident just now had already confused their minds. They saw Wen Zheng standing there in a daze, and Chang Miao had already urged his horse to charge towards them head-on.
This is a common tactic used by the Yellow Team.
On the field, you retreat and I advance, it's just a fight for the ball, there's nothing wrong with that, but the yellow team didn't care, and kept bumping into them, forcing them to avoid it, and thus missed many good opportunities to score -
The young man leading the Red Team was enraged at this moment, and did not avoid him this time - he wanted to see if the other party dared to really bump into him!
Chang Miao showed a hint of sarcasm and playfulness in his eyes when he saw this.
The next moment, the two horses collided head-on. The horse under Chang Miao raised its hooves and hit the horse on the opposite side. The red team young man's horse neighed and reared up, throwing the young man off its back.
Suddenly there were exclamations from all around.
"Brother Ziyun!"
Chang Miao then tightened the reins, and from his seat on the horse he looked down at the young man who had fallen off, with a surprised expression on his face: "...I'm riding my horse forward, but why are you standing there without moving?"
As he spoke, he hissed softly, "Could it be that you saw that you were going to lose the game, so you deliberately bumped into me so that you could find another way to blackmail me?"
"Chang Miao, you..." The young man sat up with gritted teeth. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the gong sound representing the end of the game.
"The Yellow Team of Xiantong Hall got three flags in this quarter and won three quarters in total - the Yellow Team wins this game!"
Chang Miao and others cheered and celebrated.
"Ziyun, are you okay?"
Wen Zheng and the other two dismounted and walked quickly towards the young man who had fallen off his horse.
Wen Zheng reached out his hand to help him, but the young man shook him off. The young man stood up on his own and asked sullenly, "...Wen Zheng, why did you miss the target just now?"
The other two also looked at Wen Zheng.
This is the understanding and tacit understanding between teammates. They all know that such a mistake should not have happened to Wen Zheng.
"I..." Wen Zheng lowered his head and said ashamedly, "My wrist suddenly hurt just now, and I couldn't grasp the direction, so..."
The young man didn't want to listen anymore, turned around and left with a sullen face.
"Brother Ziyun, calm down. Winning and losing are common. Ah Zheng doesn't want to lose the game either..."
The young man strode forward: "Winning and losing are common, and it doesn't matter if you lose! But you shouldn't lose in such an inexplicable way!"
There were scratches on his face, which were caused when he was fighting for the ball with Chang Miao and others. Chang Miao and his friends were ruthless and always stepped on the edge of the game to hurt people. They had no regard for the friendship of classmates, let alone the demeanor on the field.
The entire five-section competition was thrilling and difficult.
But he gritted his teeth and held on to the end, but in the end he lost to his teammate's ridiculous "mistake"! Seeing Wen Zheng also caught up, the young man paused, suddenly turned his head and looked at him, and said firmly: "Wen Zheng, just have a clear conscience!"
After taking one last look at Wen Zheng, he turned and left.
The other two exchanged glances, and it was unknown what they were thinking of. The looks they gave Wen Zheng became complicated and indescribable.
After hesitating for a moment, the two of them chased in the direction the young man left.
Wen Zheng stood there alone, lowering his eyes full of guilt: "I'm sorry..."
"Sir Chang, your son is very brave despite his young age."
"As the saying goes, a good father will have a good son..."
Under the awning, a middle-aged man smiled and shook his head modestly as he listened to the praises.
But the look he gave the young man in the field was filled with affirmation and approval.
Receiving his father's gaze, Chang Miao's eyes became more and more proud.
He was the second son in the family. His mother was his father's second wife. He had an older brother from his father's first wife. However, his brother was clearly a sickly child, yet he was loved more by his father, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
This time he must win this year's cup game, bring the former prince's cup stick home, and make his father proud! So that his father knows that he is the most outstanding son of the Chang family! Because the next game will be played immediately, according to the rules, the yellow team that just finished a game needs to rest and replenish their energy, so the final game will not start until two quarters of an hour later.
Qiao Yubai, who had been observing Team Huang for the entire day, was now whispering to Cui Lang and the other two: "...their fighting style is too ferocious. Avoid them if you can, and don't fight them head-on. But you must remember one thing, avoid them, but don't be afraid of them, and don't get angry. Don't let them distract you, or you'll fall into their trap."
Cui Lang disagreed: "Since I was born, I have never been afraid of anyone!"
"..." Yihu, who was massaging her husband's arms and shoulders to relax his muscles, glanced at the young man sitting under the shed.
The tall and strong young man surnamed Hu patted his chest and said, "I'm not afraid either. I'm quite strong!"
The Dongluo student also nodded: "Yubai's words make sense. We must respond calmly and not fall into the trap and lose our composure."
Qiao Yubai: "That's right. As long as we don't make trouble, they will be the ones who make trouble."
Looking at Qiao Yubai and the other three discussing things calmly, Chang Suining, who was eating some cold fruit, had a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
Brother Yubai has been more stable than ordinary children since he was young. In Wu Jue's words, it seems that he was born without arrogance and impatience, and is a good candidate to become a monk.
She wanted to roll her eyes.
No matter what kind of family you come from, you should treat it as a great achievement.
"Ningning, do you think my brother and his men can win?" Qiao Yumian said in a low voice anxiously, "Just now I heard that the situation on the field seemed very chaotic..."
Chang Suining said with a firm tone: "We will definitely win."
She had watched carefully. The Yellow Team, which Chang Miao was in, won the game in the morning largely by relying on ruthlessness - but no matter how ruthless they were, they still had to abide by the rules. As long as the other team could keep their composure, the damage they could do by using ruthlessness would be very limited.
Brother Yubai has always been able to keep his composure.
The reason why Chang Miao was able to beat the Red Team just now, apart from his ruthlessness, was Wen Zheng's "mistake" in the last ball.
In other words, it was not just that one goal - she had noticed carefully that Wen Zheng's "mistakes" were not limited to that last goal.
But in Brother Yubai's team, everyone is united, and their behavior and eyes are honest and clear, and it seems that they will not repeat this kind of "mistake".
Therefore, neither of the above two items is cause for concern.
Now she was only worried about another possible situation -
At this point, there is only one game left in this football competition.
Speculations about who would win or lose between the yellow team and the blue team were heard everywhere, and the voices were noisy.
"Which team of students does Commander Cui think will win?" Under the arbour, Ming Luo turned his head slightly and asked Cui Jing with a smile.
There was an ice basin under her feet, and a palace maid was holding a round fan to cool her down. The hot summer weather was kept out, and her expression and demeanor were full of decorum, elegance and dignity.
Cui Jing looked at the field and said, "Blue Team."
Ming Luo smiled and said, "It seems that General Cui has great confidence in your brother, Cui Liulangjun."
Cui Jing remained silent.
If Cui Lang was not in the team, he would have more confidence in the blue team led by Qiao Yubai.
"Although I have a younger brother on the Yellow Team—" Ming Luo said with a smile, "But I share the same opinion as Grand Commander Cui. I also think that the Blue Team will win."
Not far away, a close attendant holding a folding fan and fanning a young man in brocade clothes asked casually, "Sir, what do you think?"
The young man in brocade clothes was none other than Li Lu, the prince of Prince Rong.
The weather was hot, and he was in poor health, so he avoided the heat in the first half of the day and came just in the afternoon just to watch the final match - he liked playing cuju, but could only watch, and he would not miss the cuju competition held in the Imperial College every year.
"I bet on the yellow team to win," he said.
"Mr. Chang and the others?" The attendant whispered, "But Mr. Qiao is on the blue team—"
Prince Rong smiled and said calmly, "Lord Qiao is indeed brave and resourceful, but his mind is too righteous."
I didn't quite understand what you said.
The drumbeats sounded in the afternoon, and the final crucial battle of this football competition arrived.
"Remember, don't mess around."
Before going on stage, Qiao Yubai gave instructions to Cui Lang and the other two again.
All three of them nodded seriously.
The four men jumped on their horses, holding sticks and waiting.
As the gong sounded inside and outside the stadium, horse hooves clattered and colorful balls were thrown into the air.
Changmiao's team continued the style of the first two games, rushing around many times, with the ball sticks in their hands without any scruples, not only swinging at the colored balls -
However, Qiao Yubai and his three companions responded calmly. While avoiding a head-on confrontation, they cooperated well with each other, sometimes making feints to the east and attacking in the west, and playing hard to get to confuse the opponent's sight. They scored goals repeatedly, which drew cheers and praises from the spectators.
Under such circumstances, everyone in Team Yellow couldn't help but start to get anxious.
As Qiao Yubai scored another goal, Chang Miao's face turned completely black, and he cursed at his teammates: "You can't play, and you can't block! You are such a bunch of rubbish!"
The three men were so scolded by him that they dared not raise their heads, and their formation, which was not strict to begin with, became even more chaotic.
After three quarters, they barely won one quarter by one goal.
During the break, Cui Lang finished drinking the water and threw the kettle to Yi Hu: "...If we play another good game, maybe we can celebrate early!"
They have already won two quarters, and they only need to win one more quarter to win this year's Ju competition! "Don't worry." Qiao Yubai wiped the water from the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Just play slowly."
Cui Lang, who was almost cocky, was not as calm as him. He was already excited and couldn't help looking towards the shed. His elder brother must have been impressed by him, right? He had just entered the Imperial College and won such a highly anticipated football match. He was so outstanding, but he still couldn't get the approval of his elder brother? If he invited his elder brother to Dengtai Tower to celebrate, would his elder brother agree?
He had never drunk with his elder brother before! His elder brother should be a good drinker, right? But he was not bad either!
Cui Lang's soul has already traveled to Dengtai Tower, drinking and chatting happily with his eldest brother. The dream of brotherly love and respect that he had buried in his heart since childhood is about to come true.
Chang Miao, on the other hand, had a completely different mood.
He scolded the other three people again. The three of them blamed each other and no one dared to take the responsibility.
Even though his servants were fanning him, Chang Miao was getting more and more sweat on his face due to his irritability.
He subconsciously looked under the awning, and saw his father sitting upright with a slightly raised brow, looking at him.
When he met that gaze, Chang Miao shuddered, looked away, and felt very uneasy.
My father has always valued his reputation. If he loses, it will definitely make my father feel ashamed...
He must not lose - this was the idea he had made clear from the moment he decided to participate in the competition.
Therefore, he made a lot of preparations for this.
Chang Miao glanced at the horse drinking water, then frowned and said, "Give me a new cane, this one is not comfortable to use!"
The behavior of blaming the badminton stick for not being handy after losing the game made the onlookers laugh and shake their heads, sighing: "Young people can't write articles, they blame the paper, the pen, the table and the chair..."
Chang Miao felt a mouthful of blood choking in his throat when he heard this. He wanted to get angry but couldn't. This only made him more determined to win.
"There are still two games left..." He glanced in the direction of Qiao Yubai and gritted his teeth as he told the three people beside him: "Remember, we must win these two games! We can't lose any more balls!"
He had put so much thought into this, not just to see others shine! The break was over, and the eight players from both teams took to the field again.
"drive!"
Chang Miao shouted, kicked his horse's belly, and rushed towards Qiao Yubai.
At the same moment, another student from the yellow team rode his horse towards Qiao Yubai from behind.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Cui Lang was shocked: "Are you hitting someone or playing ball?"
Chang Miao sneered: "Are you blind? The ball is right here!"
A student from the yellow team hit the colored ball above Qiao Yubai's head, and Chang Miao and the other two surrounded the place where the colored ball was - that is, Qiao Yubai.
Cui Lang said, “Pah!” “You’re a despicable person who can’t afford to lose!”
This is obviously a bad thing! Chang Suining frowned slightly.
This is what she was worried about - if Chang Miao and the others got too angry after losing, they might come up with some new bad tricks.
Now it seems that their goal is clear, which is to use any means necessary to remove Brother Yubai, the biggest obstacle, from the field.
The three horses surrounded Qiao Yubai one after another. The sticks seemed to be hitting the ball, but in fact they could "accidentally hurt" him at any time! Cui Lang and his companions hurried forward to help Qiao Yubai out of trouble.
In the chaos, Qiao Yubai tried his best to avoid danger and protect himself. Everyone seemed to be fighting for the ball, pushing and shoving each other. Some horses collided with each other, the horses neighed, and people were occasionally scratched and bruised.
During the melee, both sides barely scored one goal each.
"Let's just score one more goal!" Cui Lang, whose face was scratched by someone's ball stick, pulled the horse, which was a little frightened and restless, and frowned and spat: "...If we score one more goal, we won't have to play with these unruly and black-hearted things!"
He had to maintain his demeanor on the field. After the game, if he didn't avenge today's revenge, he wouldn't be called Cui Lang! Now, he had to win the game first! The time was almost up. He only needed to score one more goal and he wouldn't have to deal with these bastards anymore!
Chang Miao sneered: "That depends on whether you have the ability!"
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