Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

The imperial court has been in peace for a long time, and the emperor is very fond of traveling and competing. In the spring and summer, the Beijing Cuju competition is in full swing.

In autumn and winter, there have been no large-scale competitions in the capital for a long time. The emperor valued the Cuju competition between Guozijian and Jinyiwei. First, it was for the friendship between the two schools, so that the civil and military officials could feel the direction of the wind. game.

It was the New Year's Eve, and most of the high-ranking nobles were reunited in Beijing, so many people came to watch the football game with the emperor.

It's just that no one regards this disparity in strength as a competition.

Aristocratic women bring friends, sit high in the stands, and many women are ready to peep through the bead curtain, blushing and heartbeating-most of the teenagers on the field are upstarts of tomorrow, and they have the intention of entrusting them for life.

The emperor and civil and military officials came here only to witness the friendship between the two schools, so as to prevent the civil and military officials from forming cliques and quarreling endlessly every day.

As for Jin Yiwei, they didn't even warm up before the game. They were extremely arrogant, and they came here just to let the Guozijian see the world and make a memory.

So much so that after the two rounds were completed, the Cuju competition was about to start, and the people in the surrounding seats were still chatting and laughing. There are no signs ready for use.

After all... Guozijian and Jinyiwei Cuju?Are you still counting?

The only ones who regarded this Cuju competition as a real competition were the teenagers of the Imperial College.

They are doing pre-match stretching meticulously in the dressing room according to He Zhiyang's instructions.

Jinyiwei and Guozijian shared the same side room to change clothes. They had already changed into their cuju shirts. They lazily looked at the few people and sneered, "Why are you people from the Guozijian bouncing around, bending over and lifting your legs?"

Xu Yiqing was very honest: "Brother Yang let us exercise our muscles."

"Exercise your muscles and bones? Jin Yiwei is good at it." Li Xiao snorted: "Come on, come and fight, fighting is the best way to stretch your muscles and bones."

Xu Yiqing recognized that this was the provocative Jin Yiwei that day, turned around coldly, closed his mouth and ignored him.

Everyone in the Guozijian was still warming up carefully, and they didn't even give Jin Yiwei a look.

If it was before, they would definitely take this provocation as a humiliation, get angry easily, and bow their heads helplessly.

But now that their hearts are filled with the upcoming game, those few words of sarcasm are really worth mentioning like a breeze.

It's strange to say that since that day when they started to divide tasks into Cuju, everyone has undergone subtle changes.

Even the most impetuous person gradually becomes focused and determined, leaving no time for others.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to them, the guards around Jin Yi couldn't help but sneered.

No matter how the Guozijian is like that, if you fight with real guns and arrows after playing, you will still be beaten to pieces.

It's obviously a matter of no suspense, why bother to spend so much effort?

After a cup of tea, the flags at the corners of the Cuju field fluttered in the wind, and the palace guards blew their whistles and drums, and the competition officially began.

The sound of the drums rang in the ears, and He Zhiyang and the others walked out of the ear room, looking at the field surrounded by guards, their palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

They practiced for more than half a month, but they had never actually fought Jin Yiwei.

Whether you win or lose, you are not sure.

He Zhiyang looked at the crowd and said: "The player with ten goals wins, and if the last ball doesn't go through the goal, we have a chance."

"But even if we lose, we can't let Jin Yiwei get a point easily!"

When Guozijian entered the field, Jin Yiwei was already standing on the left side of the field.

They wear black leather short boots, their bodies are tall and strong, and their narrow cuju clothes outline the undulating muscles, making them extraordinarily dashing.

Qiao Yue stood in front of the crowd in black clothes, his cold and unruly eyes were slightly staring at him, which was breathtaking.

He Zhiyang's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

He immediately remembered his father's words about how many noble girls want to marry.

Why is Qiao Yue dressed like this?Does he know that there are many girls watching the game today?

He dresses so neatly and handsomely, is it for the competition or to seduce people?

He Zhiyang squinted at the noble lady on the stage, and at Qiao Yue who was fluttering in the wind, raising his eyebrows in displeasure.

snort!If you want to open the screen for others to see, you have to win the little master!

As for the bystanders in the stands, at a glance, they felt that the outcome had already been decided.

After all...the Guozijian on the opposite side...why is he still wearing a long robe on stage?

Are they going to wear this long robe to play Cuju?

The noble lady on the high platform turned sideways slightly, covered her mouth and laughed and discussed.

"Look, what tricks are those little scholars in the Imperial College doing?"

"That's right, why don't you wear Cuju shirts? I heard that they were still training in the house a while ago, hiding them so that no one can see them?"

Ren Anbo couldn't sit still, and immediately prodded and defended his son: "Haha... Jin Yiwei's physique is very good. After all, he dances with knives and sticks every day... Naturally, it has his benefits. Daming Dynasty has a lot of talents, both civil and military, but Men, it’s good to be elegant and showy, to be able to accompany you in reciting poems and painting, knowing what you want, writing love letters and making love poems... It’s also a good match!"

Like his baby son!

He suddenly said such an obvious sentence, the nobles present here are all human beings, so they naturally knew what he meant, and hurriedly agreed with him with a smile.

He Zhiji shook his head slightly at his father, among other things, who in this room doesn't know that He Zhiyang is a troublesome little dude, can he still use the article he wrote to talk about it?

"You guys, do you want Cuju or a girl to get married?" On the field, Jin Yiwei snorted coldly: "You don't even wear your clothes directly, so you lose your appetite by shyly?"

The people from the Guozijian ignored him, jumped and stretched, and turned their wrists with great momentum.

On the field, warming up for activities will somewhat deter the opponent, but the Jin Yiwei on the opposite side just stands coldly, watching their performance without moving a bit.

They took off their robes, revealing the vermilion cross-neck blouses inside, the two sides were gathered at the waist, and different numbers were embroidered with glittering gold powder on the back.

He Zhiyang tied his forehead and wiped his hair, his temples were neat and clean, and his star-like eyes were exposed, so handsome that people couldn't look away.

Lihun in red is as ignorant as a human being.

Qiao Yue casually kicked the ball with the toe of his boot, and hummed lightly.

No matter how many bright appearances and weird tricks he engages in, he will be defeated by himself!

The chief guard standing on the observation deck raised his arm and waved the flag, announcing the official start of the game.

In the center of the court stands a three-foot-high goal, tied with colorful ribbons, and a small circular goal about one foot in the middle, which was called "Merry Eyes" at that time.

If the kick ball volleys through the "Merry Eye", the team can get a point.

As usual, Jin Yiwei served the ball first, and several of them passed the ball back and forth briskly in a small range. The Guozi guardian was around, very passive.

After passing the ball about five or six times, Qiao Yue jumped up and took the ball from the player's hands neatly. He broke out like a sharp sword unsheathed briskly, raised his hand, and the ball flew towards the goal with a strong wind.

Without any adaptation or pleasantries, the opening was a big fight.

Everyone was immediately aroused, their eyes were followed by shortness of breath, but before Cuqiu was about to enter the goal, a scarlet figure flashed in front of them, and the arc stopped abruptly.

The kick ball coming through the wind was firmly intercepted by a pair of hands flashing in the air.

The movement is neat and extremely precise.

Huo Yao held the ball and raised his eyebrows, and looked at Jin Yiwei provocatively.

Jin Yiwei was stunned in place and fell into shock...

They, Qiao Qianhu, have always served by surprise and without any omissions. They were actually... stopped by a young scholar from the Imperial College! ?

What's even more incredible is that the Guozijian sent someone to guard the goal! ?

This is too frustrating!

Huo Yao chuckled disdainfully, raised his hand, and threw the ball directly to He Zhiyang.

He Zhiyang jumped in the air to catch the ball, and briskly dodged from the crowd. Before everyone could recover from the shock, the kick ball flew across like a shooting star and flew into Jin Yiwei's goal lightly!

After a brief pause, people in the stands began to applaud and cheer.

The counting eunuch had a big mouth, and after confirming that he hadn't looked at the flowers, he put down the mahogany card that he had held in his hand before the game, and hung a blue card that meant Guozijian in the score column.

harm.

When no one was lucky, the Guozijian got this point, which was considered to save some face, so that the loss would not be too embarrassing.

Everyone in the Guozijian was ecstatic, wishing they could carry He Zhiyang on their backs and run around the arena for three weeks!

Their method!Really useful!

Several people stood in their positions according to the previous plan, bowed their bodies and pressed their knees to get ready to go, the joy that could not be hidden on the brows was determined.

Ren Anbo blushed with excitement, coughed a few times and rubbed his hands together before barely suppressing the urge to shout to his son.

He Zhiji looked sideways at the seat above, and frowned subtly.

On the field, Jin Yiwei saw the trick and immediately sent someone to guard the goal. However, Huo Yao trained the goalkeeper for half a month, but that person was temporarily assigned.

Inevitably stretched to the left and right, unable to cope in time, Guozijian had a clear offensive and defensive coordination, and scored two goals in a blink of an eye.

Jin Yiwei never thought that he would be hanged and beaten by the Imperial College, and his mentality was out of balance. He fought for the ball like a mad dog, exhausted and out of breath, but gained little...

Jin Yiwei couldn't figure it out, they used to fight the ball with strong physical strength before, so why did something wrong this time?

There are more than a dozen people in the Guozijian, but they cooperate seamlessly as if they were one person, and they are so dexterous and cunning that people can't catch them.

Hearing bursts of excited applause from the stands, Jin Yiwei secretly gritted his teeth angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

Seeing that the kick ball was passed to He Zhiyang's hands again, they immediately raised their breath and surrounded him closely, not giving him any chance to throw the ball.

He Zhiyang didn't panic at all, nor was he in a hurry to move forward with the ball. He just stood on the spot, kicked the ball lightly with his ankles and knees, and kicked the ball quickly towards Cheng Cheng who was in the opposite corner while he was unprepared.

According to the plan, Cheng Cheng will take the lead to mediate for a while, and then pass the ball to Li Ji.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Cheng ran to the frontcourt, ignored Li Ji who had been waiting here, and kicked the ball into Jinyiwei's goal himself.

Running was exhausting. This time, the kick ball did not enter Jin Yiwei's goal, but rolled towards the corner of the court at high speed.

The situation suddenly changed suddenly, and Jin Yiwei counterattacked quickly, and immediately ran towards Cuqiu like a mad dog looking for food.

Qiao Yue regained control of the situation, how could it be easy for someone to run with the ball briskly.

He is tall and has long legs, but with a flash of his figure, he has already thrown everyone in the Guozijian away.

Qiao Yue dribbled the ball to the front court of the Guozijian. He had already figured out how Huo Yao received the ball. He volleyed sideways, the ball bent abruptly in the air, and rubbed the corner of Huo Yao's clothes to stably break into the goal.

Before the kick ball hit the ground, Qiao Yue rushed to catch the ball in the air, raised his hand slightly with his back to the goal, and with a whoosh sound, the kick ball that had just passed through the romantic eye was shot/entry hole again.

Two goals were scored in a flash, and there were thunderous cheers on the field.

"It really is Jin Yiwei, the strength of this throw, tsk! It's accurate and ruthless!"

Even the empress laughed while sitting next to the emperor; "Speaking of skill, it still depends on the son of the Qiao family."

Qiao Yue ran to the center of the field, his clothes fluttering in the wind, he raised his eyebrows, looked in the direction of He Zhiyang from a distance, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Obviously provocative!

He Zhiyang cursed secretly, although Qiao Yue has no knowledge of modern court layout, his ability to control the ball is excellent, and his movements are also smooth.

The field was evenly divided for a while, and the competition immediately became fierce.

Cheng Cheng's face was gloomy, and it was obvious that he was a little depressed, but He Zhiyang didn't blame him, he patted his shoulder to comfort him and explained a few words to him, before he managed to pull himself up.

The people from the Imperial College reappeared, and there were whispers in the seats.

In their eyes, there is no suspense in Jin Yiwei's crushing victory, but now the Guozijian has scored goals again and again by itself, which is already unexpected.

The opponent is too strong, the loss is not too tragic, and he can already retire with success.

But He Zhiyang only wanted to win.

He knows that it is not difficult to play the next game, but it is difficult to turn boos into applause.

It is not difficult to stop a goal or two, but it is difficult for everyone to turn from underestimation to optimism.

He must win, this competition is the first battle for Guozijian to stand up!

Jin Yiwei had faintly grasped the technique, and repeated the same technique, first besieging someone from the Imperial Academy, and then seizing the ball to launch an offensive.

Everyone in the Guozijian did not love to fight. Jin Yiwei had already passed the ball to his teammates quickly during the siege. They cooperated with each other tacitly.

It's just that the game is in a state of anxiety.

He Zhiyang winked at Feng Jing, and quietly took the ball and quickly retreated to the outfield.

The people in the stands no longer watched the game, they were completely attracted by He Zhiyang.

The young man has a face like jade, and he is running around the field in red clothes. The numbers on the back of the clothes flicker when he runs, like a cluster of jumping sunlight.

He Zhiyang was besieged by Jin Yiwei who was about to catch up, his brows were drenched with sweat, and he barely protected the ball and kicked to the outfield.

So what if you fail?If you lose, you can't let your opponent get a point easily!

Fortunately, Jin Yiwei's goalkeeper is unwilling to be lonely. He has already gone somewhere to be a striker. The goal is close at hand, but he only has one chance.

Pound-pound-heartbeat overwhelmed all the noise.

Look up, look up at the goal.

Jin Yiwei followed closely behind, and before He Zhiyang could stand still, he surrounded him from east to west to grab the ball. Throw the ball into the hole.

Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, the kick ball with tassels on it wiped the goal, making it possible to enter.

First half!Guozijian wins by a narrow margin!

As usual, it is time to rest for half an hour before playing the next game.

When He Zhiyang scored a goal and fell to the ground, he twisted his ankle and couldn't stand up for a while.

The Jin Yiwei around him looked at him silently, without any intention of supporting him.

Yu Chacha happened to be beside him, helped him up and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yang, are you alright?"

He Zhiyang grinned, disregarding his foot injury and smiling all over his face: "Chacha! Chacha, we won!!"

Yu Chacha forgot the faction in his head, and said with real emotion: "We won! It was really hard!"

While talking, Huo Yao and the others had already run over, hugging and bouncing around with He Zhiyang.

Yu Chacha came back to his senses: "..."

Happiness belongs to their Guozijian, so what was he so silly about?

In the stands, Ren Anbo laughed and said: "You are still so cute! A man, how can you be a man without a good body? He can hold a bow and ride a horse! He can prolong his life! He can have many children and grandchildren! He can also protect you well, if I If you have a daughter, you must find this lover for her!"

Everyone: "..."

Just now you said that writing and painting are a good match, but now that your son has won, you will immediately overthrow it on the spot.

After rambling so much, it's not just racking your brains to find a good home for your precious son.