What am I thinking when I'm cheating on the male supporting role [Transmigration Book]

Han Jiao moved from the mansion next door to Prince Yan's mansion to his own "doghouse". The life from frugality to extravagance is easy, and from extravagance to frugality is difficult, and it is about to begin.

In fact, King Yan bought a new house for Han Jiao, and even bought maids and servants to send them to the new house, but Han Jiao insisted on not accepting this kind of intention.

Since you want to pretend to be "the monarch and his ministers are separated", you have to pretend to be a bit like it. Anyone can find out about Han Jiao's family background. He can't afford a big house or support servants, so he can only honestly move back to the old house.

King Yan was persuaded by Han Jiao, and wanted to send some money to improve Han Jiao's family situation, but he couldn't find a suitable name, so he finally found a pretext of "assisting in the arrest of first-level imperial criminals", and rewarded Han Jiao in the name of the Ministry of Punishment. 200 taels of silver.

Worried that Han Jiao would evade again, King Yan ordered the eunuch to secretly put the reward silver into Han Jiao's salute and send it back to Han's old house.

After returning home, my mother found the money when she unwrapped it, and a silk reward document from the Ministry of Punishment was also included in the package to prove the legal origin of the money.

Han Jiao was carrying other things with his father in the main courtyard, when he suddenly heard his mother's devilish laughter coming from the room, the father and son almost smashed the wooden box in their hands in fright.

The father and son hurried into the house to find out the situation, only to learn that Mrs. Han was not bewitched, but just laughed like a wife who suddenly became rich.

"Look at how powerful I am, Ajiao!" Mrs. Han held up the award document from the Ministry of Punishment, and shook it in front of Master Han: "I helped the court to check the accounts, and I earned 200 taels! We will never be able to save such a fortune in our life. !"

Master Han took the document and read it over and over again. The more he read it, the happier he became, and the more he looked more proud, but he refrained from talking, and just stroked his beard with a smile, for fear that his son would be proud.

Han Jiao was also very happy in his heart. Yan Wang, the iron-headed baby, was quite caring, and the silver rewards he gave were all white official silver, which were neatly placed in a small wooden box. It was so comfortable to look at, and it was better than silver tickets. too much.

Mrs. Han took out each ingot of silver and rubbed it in her hands for a while, then closed the box with a satisfied face and asked Han Jiao to put it away.

Han Jiao took out a few ingots of silver to buy clothes and jewelry for his mother, and temporarily saved the rest for emergencies.

Next, it's time to wait for the enemy's next move.

As Han Jiao expected, the eldest prince came to the door again to inquire about the news of King Yan.

"Mr. Han is afraid that I am cold-hearted." According to Han Jiao's suggestion, King Yan complained to the eldest prince: "Before he left, he didn't even look up at me, and left after saluting. It seems , he may not have the sincerity to advise me in the future, such a great talent, just like this is gone by you!"

The eldest prince rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Sixth brother, you should stop and suffer from it instead. You should thank us for sweeping away a scourge for you."

"Why did Mr. Han harm me?"

"You said before that he asked to go back to the old house many times, but now you agree to his request, but he turned his face in disgust. This just proves that he was hypocritical before! So, this kid is a hypocrite, arrogant and noble. Pretending to show you."

Seeing that King Yan was still full of regret, the eldest prince casually comforted him, made an appointment to meet again next time, and left in a hurry.

The next day, Han Jiao went to the Hanlin Academy as usual, and the colleagues were more enthusiastic than before. They served tea and water, and they all wanted to ask Han Jiao: how the nine princes commented on their Cuju skills.

Han Jiao couldn't bear to hit them, and praised the group of rookies one by one for the big boss.

Everyone was so satisfied that they scrambled to reserve a place for Han Jiao to practice Cuju every day.

After a while, the eunuchs from the Nansan Institute came to the Imperial Academy to deliver a message, and then took Han Jiao to the Cuju field in a hurry.

This time the three princes finally arrived and sat in the stands.

Half a mile away, Han Jiao caught sight of "New Lambskin Limited Edition Cuju" tightly hugged by Xie An.

Even if it is half-hidden, it can't stop the exquisiteness of the sphere. It is indeed a royal hand-cut and sewn ball!

but……

Why did the big boss and Xie Jing sitting beside him look less excited?

The two princes had dead fish-eye expressions, staring at Han Jiao approaching from afar.

Han Jiao saw the three princes, Xie An was the first to jump up and handed the ball to him.

"Mr. Xiaobai, take a look, did you make any mistakes?"

Han Jiao received the ball, the long-lost solid feel, the high-quality selected leather material, the exquisite tailoring and routing...

"No mistake." Han Jiao said in surprise, "It's done perfectly."

The craftsmanship of the royal craftsmen is really not built. I thought that it would take at least several generations of scrapping to make a ball close to the requirements. Unexpectedly, the royal craftsmen surpassed Han Jiao's expectations once.

"Then... Mister expected Xinju to be like this?" Xie Jing's voice didn't seem very excited, and he walked over with the big boss with a straight face.

Han Jiao asked: "Is your Highness still not used to the feel of the ball?"

"It's not that I'm not used to it..." Xie Jing complained, "This ball is completely different from the Ju we often kick. It's too slippery and stretchy. If you kick it lightly, it will jump so high that you can't control it at all."

Xie An frankly complained: "My brother thinks that Mr. Han designed this ball because he is too weak, thinking that others also need it."

The veins on Han Jiao's forehead twitched, and he looked sideways to see which "brother" questioned his design results.

Xie Jing guiltily avoided his gaze.

Xie Duoyan said, "His brother doesn't need such a big elasticity."

"Why don't you need it?" Han Jiao dissatisfied: "Isn't the bamboo bone ball also judged by its elasticity? Of course, the greater the elasticity, the better. Your Highness thinks this ball is not suitable because you can't kick it yet."

Your Highness no!meeting!Kick!

Xie Jing's face was like a thunderbolt.

Xie Duo narrowed his eyes dangerously: "I'll give you a chance to think about what to say."

The two princes who were trampled on sore feet were about to collapse. Han Jiao hurriedly corrected his attitude and reorganized his words: "I am not saying that you can't play cuju, but that you are not used to this hugely improved new ball. In fact, it is more labor-saving. You only need to use [-]% of the strength you used to use in Cuju before, and you can control it well. Please watch my demonstration—”

Han Jiao lifted the corner of his robe and stuffed it into his belt, took two steps back, put the ball on the ground, and stepped on it with his toes.

The three princes were ready to start laughing at any moment.

Mr. Han still doesn't know how difficult this new ball is to get his feet on, and the embarrassing scene will happen again later!

Han Jiao didn't notice the gloating expressions of the three princes, took a deep breath, and rubbed his toes lightly——

The ball climbed onto Han Jiao's instep obediently, and with a light hook, the ball was bumped up by him!

The three princes: "?????"

"That's it—" Han Jiao explained while shaking the ball: "You can control it with very little strength. Your Highness should learn to control the strength first. This kind of ball is much more playable than the bamboo bone ball, and you don't need to use your toes." Look for the force point of the bamboo bone, the force point of any part of this ball is uniform, as long as the direction of the force is controlled is enough."

"Mr. Xiaobai is so good!" Xie An simply admired him extremely: "The article is well written, and he is also good at kicking Cuju!"

"Your Highness has won the prize."

Han Jiao raised the corner of his mouth triumphantly, caught the ball with one hand, and turned his head to look at the big boss: "I made an appointment before, does Your Highness want to compete with me?"

"I haven't adapted to this kind of ball yet." Xie Duo replied honestly.

What you want is that you are not used to it!Han Jiao roared in his heart: When you get used to it, you won't be tortured to death by you!

"It's also the first time for me to touch this kind of ball." Han Jiao pretended to be new: "A lot of practice will help you get used to it. How about a practice match?"

Seeing the little prodigy's impatiently proud expression, Xie Duo tilted his head: "You don't think I'm afraid of you, do you?"

Han Jiao: "..."

That's exactly what I thought!

Some kind come!

Come to the game, you stinky brother!

Xie An excitedly said, "Let's play then? I want to be on the same team as Mr. Xiaobai!"

"You're smart, find a team with someone who can kick!" Xie Jing objected, "Let Xiaobai choose his teammates."

The two princes looked at Mr. Xiaobai eagerly at the same time.

Han Jiao: "..." Isn't this forcing him to offend others?

"Stop arguing, you can all play with him." Xie Duo strolled to the side of the field, turned his head, and said in a stinky voice: "I am on a team alone, that's enough."

Han Jiao: "..." Ben Xueba will come to beat up the swollen boss's little boy in no time!

Thus, the second Cuju match with the boss began.

Go to the center of the court, one person against three, standing north and south.

Han Jiao was very gentleman and gave up the kick-off to the boss.

After all, one against three, he wants the big boss to be convinced.

"Don't let Brother Nine kick off first!" Xie An vigilantly protested based on years of experience: "Mr. Xiaobai, if the ball hits his feet, we won't be able to touch it!"

"No, this ball is different." Han Jiao was full of confidence.

"Even if..." Xie An still wanted to argue.

"Then let Mister take the ball." Xie Duo interrupted his younger brother, bowed his head and kicked the ball back to the little prodigy.

Han Jiao stepped on the ball and looked up at Xie Duo: "In this way, won't Your Highness suffer too much?"

"It seems to be a bit of a disadvantage." Xie Duo looked at Han Jiao with a helpless expression: "If I lose, sir, you won't punish me too severely, will you?"

Han Jiao's heart was in full bloom in an instant!

What kind of feeling does it feel to be coquettishly begged for mercy by a hell-level boss!

Smelly brother also has today!

In the final analysis, this world is still his master!

"No, no." Han Jiao restrained the corners of his mouth from rising, and comforted him maturely and calmly: "It's just a practice match. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose."

"That's good." Xie Duo breathed a sigh of relief, as if he suddenly remembered something, he raised his head and looked at the little prodigy innocently: "If I win by chance, can you promise me any request?"

"No problem!" Han Jiao happily encouraged the rookie boss: "So don't give up lightly, Your Highness, try to grab the ball under my feet. It's just a practice match, don't care too much about winning or losing!"

Xie Duo pursed his lips and nodded: "I will do my best."

Thus, the game began in the anticipation of both sides.

Han Jiao showed his might and brought his familiar ball all the way to attack the opponent's goal.

The Cuju field has been rebuilt according to his suggestion. It is 150 meters long and wider than the school field. It takes a lot of effort to run to the opponent's goal with the ball.

Fortunately, the boss doesn't know how to play this kind of ball, and he followed Han Jiao all the way, but he still couldn't make a move.

Han Jiao held back his laughter, and seeing that the distance was close, he unceremoniously raised his foot and shot!

"Boom-"

"Hmm..." Enduring the pain in his toes, Han Jiao looked down at the motionless ball on the ground and found that the ball was being stepped on by his other foot.

He raised his head along that long leg, and saw Brother Smelly looking at him, showing the sharp teeth of the little tiger on the left side evilly.

Fraud!

Before Han Jiao recovered his senses, he heard a muffled "dong", and the big boss in front of him disappeared in an instant.

"The ball was kicked away by Brother Nine!"

Hearing this, Han Jiao turned his head——

The big boss stood not far away with his back to him, looked at the ball kicked far away by him, and said softly: "Ah, I didn't control my strength well."

Fortunately, the boss can't dribble the ball, Han Jiao heaved a sigh of relief, and rushed to grab the ball diligently.

So, the scene at the beginning of the game was repeated. Han Jiao dribbled the ball and tried to attack the goal in the south—Xie Duo followed him like a shadow but never grabbed the ball—at the goal, Han Jiao shot—Xie Duo stopped and kicked the ball again Go back to the northern field.

It went on like this for half an hour...

Han Jiao, who ran countless laps like a hamster, gasped for breath and was about to faint.

"If you're tired, you can admit defeat." Xie Duo thoughtfully reminded the little prodigy.

"Huh...huh...the minister still...the minister can still kick!" Han Jiao finally noticed the conspiracy of the stinky brother!

Although this guy is not yet familiar with the feel of the ball, he can kick the ball far away, exhausting the enemy's stamina and forcing Han Jiao to surrender.

Never let the stinky brother succeed.

It's not that Han Jiao is serious about winning or losing, but that he underestimated the enemy just now and agreed to an unequal treaty, as if the boss made any request at will.

Never admit defeat!

however……

"Old eight, old ten, what about you?" Xie Duo took another approach.

"I can't do it, I can't do it! I admit defeat!" Xie An ran to the sidelines to drink water.

"It's useless to kick like this. Forget it. We'll compete again when we get used to it." Xie Jing also left the field sweating.

"..." Han Jiao swallowed, not daring to look at the boss's expression, and whispered to his teammates: "Then... then let's decide the outcome next time."

After finishing speaking, he slipped to the sidelines, but was slipped back by a boss behind him.

"There's no need for the next time." Xie Duo looked down at the dying little prodigy, and said seriously, "No one in our team surrendered."

Han Jiao: "..."

This cunning stinky brother.

He was deliberately equipped with two teammates, first to make him underestimate the enemy, and second to facilitate voting.

The fantasy of a 0-0 draw was broken by the boss.

Because the Han Jiao team surrendered!

The author has something to say: If I win by chance, can my husband agree to any request?

Mr. Xiaobai: If you could start your life over again...