Upon hearing this, Xue Huchang was immediately filled with righteous indignation. "Nian Nian doesn't need to pay attention to those girls who only know how to cry. From now on, they can all hang out with us!"
"No, no!" Zhuo Wenshan immediately panicked upon hearing this, quickly went over and pulled the three little dumplings over, angrily saying, "These are the ones I brought! They're ours from now on!"
As he spoke, Zhuo Wenshan looked hopefully at the little boy, "Right, Niannian, you'll still help us in the future, right?"
The little boy looked up and met Zhuo Wenshan's gaze, smiled sweetly, nodded, and said in his childish voice, "Okay!"
Upon hearing this, Hu Chang quickly said, "Niannian doesn't like Brother Hu Chang anymore! Come to Brother Hu Chang's side next time, okay? You see, Sister Wenlian definitely wants to be on Zhou Li's side too, right?"
Xiao Wenlian immediately contradicted him, "I don't want to be on Zhou Li's side! I'd rather see Zhou Li get his comeuppance! Hehe!"
Qin Zhouli: ...
Hu Chang glanced at Qin Zhouli, then said with a smile, "Oh, is that so? That's fine then, we don't need Zhouli!"
Xiao Wenlian fell into deep thought, clearly persuaded.
Qin Zhouli's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
The little boy glanced at the pitiful Qin Zhouli and said to Xue Huchang in a childish voice:
“Although Brother Zhouli isn’t popular, Brother Huchang shouldn’t dislike him like this! Besides, it’s all the same no matter which side we’re on, we’ll all play together anyway. It’s not good to always let Brother Zhouli go to a team that loses.”
Qin Zhouli: "Little sister Niannian, you don't need to speak up for me next time."
The little dumpling grinned, his dimples deepening, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "It's okay, Brother Zhouli, don't be shy!"
Qin Zhouli: ...
Hu Chang laughed so hard his stomach almost cramped up.
The little dumpling looked at her brothers' strange expressions with a puzzled expression. After exchanging a glance with Changyin and Wenlian, the three little dumplings tilted their heads in unison, looking confused.
Qin Zhouli's eyes suddenly flashed, and he quickly approached the little boy with a smile. His sly and obsequious manner was exactly the same as that of his father, Duke Zhongwu, who was standing behind him.
“Hehe, Niannian, look, Huchang has already played the game with you, according to the distance on your side. From now on, let’s play the game according to the distance we usually play, it’s more familiar to us. What do you think?” Zhou Li said with a smile.
The little boy nodded, "Niannian has no objection, you can discuss it with Brother Wenshan!"
Zhuo Wenshan chatted with his friends for a few moments, then immediately turned around and firmly refused, saying, "We think it's better to stick to one thing from the start!"
"No, look..." Qin Zhouli looked at Zhuo Wenshan, smiling as if he wanted to explain further.
Zhuo Wenshan snorted and glanced sideways at Qin Zhouli, "Do you think we're all stupid? If we can't score here, neither can you. Are you trying to make us watch you close the gap based on the usual distance? Humph!"
Qin Zhouli chuckled dryly. He genuinely thought his idea was ingenious; who could have come up with it?
The little boy looked at Qin Zhouli and comforted her in a childish voice, "It's okay, Brother Zhouli. Games always have winners and losers. You lost, so you lost. Anyway, I'll tell Uncle Fatty on you, not you guys!"
The unusually patient Duke Zhongwu suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, his face clouded with worry: How could this little one have such a good memory! They've been playing the game for so long, how can he still remember it! Shouldn't a normal little baby have forgotten by now?!
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