Zhuo Wenshan was small and thin, unlike Qin Zhouli, who was as chubby and tall as his father, and spoke with a scholarly and refined air.
"Tch—" Qin Zhouli's side booed, "You guys aren't pinning your hopes on a little girl, are you? Should I call my sister over to give you another hand?"
His sister is Qin Raorao. From this, you can tell that the two siblings have had quite a few arguments.
Seeing Qin Zhouli's disdainful look, the little boy puffed up his cheeks and angrily rushed in front of him, scaring the young boy so much that he immediately lost his momentum and took several steps back.
"Little brother, say these things after you win, you haven't won yet! Hmph!" The little boy huffed fiercely, then strode away on his short legs with a proud and imposing air.
As they passed by Duke Zhongwu, the little boy puffed up his cheeks, gave a fierce snort, and said in a proud little voice, "If you beat Niannian, then Niannian won't tell Daddy on Uncle Fatty!"
Upon hearing this, Duke Zhongwu's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaned closer with a fawning smile, "Hehe, is what Niannian said true? Does the little princess keep her word?"
"Of course Niannian is a good baby who keeps her word! Uncle, don't you believe Niannian?" The little boy puffed up his cheeks and stared unhappily at Duke Zhongwu.
The latter's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly smiled even more obsequiously, "No, no, no! How could Uncle not believe the little princess? It's just that I'm so surprised and delighted by how wonderful the little princess is that I can hardly believe it!"
Seeing her father's increasingly unbearable behavior, Qin Zhouli couldn't help but tug at his clothes and whisper, "Father! You just taught me yesterday that the Analects says 'to be poor but not obsequious.' Even if she is a princess, you can't fawn over her like this. You can't marry her anyway."
Duke Zhongwu nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. His fat face turned black, and he snapped his neck, glaring at his stupid son who deserved a beating. He really wished he could hang him up and beat him right now.
"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! Your father has been working tirelessly to prevent this family from being silenced! What are you doing causing trouble here? Get out of here!" Duke Zhongwu lowered his voice and cursed through gritted teeth.
Qin Zhouli slunk away and quickly retreated to the side.
After dismissing his foolish son, Duke Zhongwu looked up and met the little boy's gaze, immediately switching to his standard sycophantic smile.
The little dumpling pouted contentedly and hummed, "Okay, it's settled then! Let's get started, Niannian has already thought about how to tell Daddy!"
Duke Zhongwu's smile immediately vanished.
He looked at the little boy's confident and arrogant expression and chuckled. His eyes held the same look his master's wife always had their master completely under her thumb.
Immediately, Duke Zhongwu felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat poured down his back.
He swallowed hard before standing up and saying, "Let's begin! The first round is pitching! Each team will send three people, each with ten pitches. It counts if you get the pitcher in. The team with the most pitches wins. Now, we'll have two rounds to discuss who to send out."
As Lord Zhongwu finished speaking, the previously large group of little radish heads immediately huddled into two heaps.
The two teams were clearly divided. One team was led by Qin Zhouli, and the members were all sturdy and loud when they ran and talked.
Of course, there were also a few eleven or twelve-year-olds, who were older and much more composed, holding a book and burying their heads in memorizing it with a worried expression.
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