Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

"It's not right, it's sick, it seems to have the plague!"

"Plague, it should be diarrhea. Didn't you see that horse running and pulling? You idiot!"

"Haha, look quickly, Xiao Ting's horse seems to be unable to hold on anymore, the horse's legs are trembling, it seems that it can't even stand up."

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Xiao Ting's horse fell to the ground, convulsed and foamed at the mouth, as if he had been hit by epilepsy.

Even Xiao Ting himself fell into a shit.

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Xiao Ting's embarrassment caused the people in the calligraphy class to burst into laughter. From time to time, some people made fun of Xiao Ting, a stupid pig, and crushed the horse to death.

Xiao Ting fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassing situation, but now he was ridiculed by the onlookers, blushing and wishing he could find a crack in the ground to hide his embarrassment.

Immediately, he yelled towards the outside of the arena: "Come on, hurry up and re-skin me, come on, speed!"

At this time, someone rushed to the sidelines and shouted in a mournful voice: "Young Master Xiao, it's terrible, something serious has happened! All the horses in our Kamikaze Club have loose stools, and several of them have already pulled out. Collapsed and fell to the ground."

"what?"

Xiao Ting looked incredulously, listening to the reply from the person on the sidelines, he walked to the sidelines and murmured to himself: "You are telling me the fuck, now...my son... has no horses to use. ???"

"Come on!"

Xiao Ting didn't pay attention, stepped on a puddle of thin horse manure, slipped and fell, and fell to the ground.

But this time it was unlucky, Junxiu's face was not knocked on the ground, but on a puddle of horse dung like mud.

I had the closest contact with the dung from my own horse!

"Yuck~"

"I'm stupid, it's disgusting to your mother!"

"Young Master Xiao really has a strong taste."

"Master Xiao must be really hungry!"

On the stage and outside the arena, there were voices of gloating one after another.

Xiao Ting, whose face was covered with horse dung, no longer expected to hide his embarrassment by crawling into the cracks in the ground.

Assassin, he wished that there would be a catastrophe, so that he could completely disappear from everyone's sight and avoid this humiliation.

Chapter 410

Xiao Ting fell down and got his face full of shit. He naturally withdrew from the competition and chose another student from Taixue class as a substitute.

But the Juju competition is about the cooperation of a team, the unity of people and horses. Now the horses of the Kamikaze Juju Club are either loose or collapsed. How can they have the strength to fight?

The mount under the crotch is sickly, limp like a lazy donkey, no matter how experienced your kamikaze people are, it is useless.

Just like a martial arts master, without the weapon at hand, no matter how good his skills are on weekdays, he is also afraid of being tricked by a hooligan.

Now, it was the turn of the four people in the calligraphy class to start working hard.

Guo Ye and others adhered to the fighting purpose of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, and carried forward the spirit of beating the dog in the water.

The situation in the field suddenly turned around, and it was quite one-sided.

After some skill competition, the big score gap gradually recovered, [-] to [-], [-] to [-], [-] to [-], [-] to [-]...

"Pfft~~"

The ball went into the net pocket of Longmen again.

This time, it was the Longmen of Taixue Class.

Sun Yumo, head of the calligraphy class, scored another goal.

The score is finally evened!

Outside the arena and on the stage, there was another burst of applause, and the group of losers in the calligraphy class screamed like chicken blood.

This time, the students in the Taixue class drooped their heads, like chickens suffering from plague, and remained silent.

Even Lu Jingzong on the stage stopped talking to Chu Suiliang, Si Ye of the Imperial Academy, but looked nervously at the audience.

The rise of the calligraphy class in midfield and the sluggishness of the Taixue class were beyond his expectations.

But looking at the horses in the Taixue class, he seemed to have guessed something.

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The referee raised his voice, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and announced: "The Shuxue class scored a goal, and the two sides tied. In the next round, the Taixue class will kick off!"

After shouting, the troops on both sides returned to their respective positions, and each put on a defensive and offensive posture.

The members of the kamikaze club in the calligraphy class were all listless. No matter how they whipped the horses under their crotches, the horses still stopped and walked sickly, unable to run in a daze.

After a lot of effort, the four people gathered at the kick-off point, ready to kick-off.

On Guo Ye's side, however, the four-person phalanx was quite different. All the people on the horse looked excited and showed great fighting spirit. Four soft-legged crabs of the same kind.

Kick-off, soon.

Guo Ye turned his head to the sidelines and stared at a desk not far from the judge. On the table was an incense burner with a stick of sandalwood stuck in it.

The sandalwood is used for timing, and when the incense goes out, the race is over.

At this time, the sandalwood has almost burned to the bottom, and it is about to...

Immediately, Guo Ye whispered to the four of them: "Everyone, the sandalwood is almost burned out, we must hurry up, maybe this ball is the last ball of this game."

The implication is that the two sides have already tied, and now only the last goal is left to determine the outcome.

Changsun Yumo and the others naturally understood, and in an instant, the excitement on their faces faded away, revealing unprecedented solemnity.

Suddenly, Guo Ye came up with a plan, and greeted several people: "Everyone, time is running out. We dare to play Croton, and we don't care about the rules. Come, come here, I have an idea..."

At this time, Guo Ye seemed to have the aura of being the second in charge of the calligraphy class, and even the eldest brother Sun Yumo, who was the leader, was convinced by him.