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The other party was surrounded by bodyguards, and the crowd was divided, allowing the stern-faced young master to pass through smoothly, and finally entered the VIP seat.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Lin Qingyang and Lu Yi who turned their heads in the front row. The other party raised their eyebrows, and their faces were full of disbelief, "Why are you" and "I'm so happy".

Lin Qingyang saw that the "why is it always you" in Bulmer's eyes could overflow immediately, he shrugged his shoulders, pretended not to see, turned his head, lay on Louis' shoulder, and shouted close: "Louis! What time does it start—"

It is too noisy now, tens of thousands of fans are venting their enthusiasm, if they don't shout out loudly, they may not even hear the slightest sound.

Lin Qingyang's voice was not too loud, Louis adjusted his posture slightly, looked at his watch, and made a gesture indicating that there was still half an hour left.

The atmosphere of the audience seemed to grow wildly with his gestures, Lin Qingyang also aroused interest, grabbed the front railing to straighten his back, and when he was about to raise his arms to cheer, a shadow fell into the corner of his eyes as the light was blocked .

When he turned his head, he saw Mr. Bulmer, whose chin was raised, deliberately took a long way around, walked up to him, twitched the corners of his lips and said, "Let's go, let's go, they're blocking my way."

Lin Qingyang didn't say a word, she retracted her leg and let him pass.

Bulmer sneered, and walked forward without looking at Louis, but Lin Qingyang inadvertently stretched his legs forward and tripped him lightly, Bulmer was startled and missed the edge at all, Instead, he was taken aback by himself, and jumped up like a spring under his feet, barely staggering.

Lin Qingyang laughed shortly: "Rang Rang, you are blocking my legs."

As the start time of the game approached, the VIP seats filled up one after another. Lin Qingyang was surrounded by calm spectators, who were incompatible with the screaming fans throughout the field. He neither cheered nor publicly supported any star. Sit with your arms around your shoulders.

It's not like watching a football game, but more like attending a serious banquet.

They chat in low tones, as if about the players they support and the bets they've made before games.

Lin Qingyang was awkwardly caught in the middle, and secretly leaned towards Louis' direction, but was noticed by Louis.

"What's wrong?" Louis comforted the restless young master.

"Why are they all so serious..." Lin Qingyang quietly retracted her foot, put it upright, and wondered, "Aren't we watching the same football game?"

Now he regretted letting Louis put him in the middle, he was not comfortable at all, he might as well just throw it into the square of those fans and cheer.

Louis laughed lightly, blocked by many voices, but the words in his ears were still clear: "Master, don't worry about them, just do whatever you want, no one dares to say anything about you."

"but……"

Lin Qingyang shook his head uncomfortably. At this time, the game started, and the host of the opening ceremony slowly walked out from the backstage. The audience was silent. He could clearly feel that someone was watching him——no, not just one person, but also There were several of them, and it seemed like they were all looking at him!

These people are familiar with each other. After all, they are of the same social class, and the people they can contact are not too different. Now that there is a new face suddenly, there are naturally discussions, guessing which family it is from.

When he saw Louis sitting next to him, he realized that this belonged to the Fitzgerald family, but he was even more surprised.

They didn't know that Wilfred from "other people's family" would be leisurely and leisurely. To watch this kind of game, it was self-evident who to accompany.

"Rare guest, saw Wilfried for the first time at the Brino Cup."

"Didn't he always dislike this kind of activity? What happened today?"

"Accompany that boy."

"A wonderful sight, a wonderful sight," another person marveled, "It's rare to see someone with Wilfred around... don't you have a new one recently?"

"Do you think Wilfried has the temperament of raising a young lover? Probably some young master of the Fitzgerald family, take it out to play."

After the host's lines are finished, the opening ceremony is completed, and all the participating teams pay tribute to each other, and then take turns to fight against each other according to the competition system.

This year's ball game is really good. I don't know if it is more exciting than the live broadcast. It is rendered by all the fans, and it is more intense than what Lin Qingyang saw on the TV broadcast in previous years. Every wonderful moment, the audience stood up and cheered , Countless colorful flags and horizontal stripes were pulled away from the auditorium.

Lin Qingyang was infected by the atmosphere of the audience, and excitedly clenched her fists, just in time to see an extremely shocking fake move, the audience all stood up and cheered, the sound was undulating like waves, almost turning the outdoor gymnasium upside down!

Another feint!Wonderful!

Lin Qingyang clattered, stood up together with the nearly crazy audience, and punched the railing with a fist. She couldn't hold back the itchiness in her throat, and shouted directly: "Wonderful! Amazing!!!"

After he finished shouting, he felt that the breath in his heart had been released smoothly. He touched his chest that was beating extremely fast and sat down, only to realize that everyone was looking at him.

……Awkward.

Lin Qingyang's face flushed instantly, he had never been stared at by so many people before!

He shrank back, took a quick look around, and slid towards Louis slightly: "What are they looking at me for?"

"Look at the young master's good looks." Louis dragged his tone lazily.

Lin Qingyang turned her head away anxiously, but she was obviously more absent-minded than before, as if she was concerned about the people around her, so she didn't dare to shout out boldly.

Suddenly, those scrutinizing eyes disappeared without a trace, as if everyone had withdrawn their eyes and focused on watching the game.

Lin Qingyang kicked her legs quietly and let out a long breath.

Louis was beside him, and he also looked away. He had just silently warned these people not to look rudely at other people's young masters again.

They were clearly warned.

They knew Louis, that was Wilfred, the only family that could resign from the position of steward at any time, but never left.Of course, the biggest reason may be that Mr. Wilfred has been their nightmare since childhood, with excellent grades, and finally went to a top university.

Unexpectedly, the person who always thought he would leave Fitzgerald still stayed, and finally became a housekeeper.

Lin Qingyang felt that Louis was looking at him with a smile, he turned his head and asked, "Louis? What's the matter?"

"Why are you so restrained, master?" Louis asked him back, gesturing to the fanatical fans in the stadium, "You obviously shouted happily just now."

It's fine if he doesn't mention it, but when he mentioned it, Lin Qingyang instantly remembered the embarrassing situation where he was the only one standing up and yelling in the entire VIP seat. He covered his face and called out vaguely: "Louis! Look at other people There is no movement at all, just my frizz..."

Even though no one was looking at him now, Lin Qingyang still felt his cheeks were flushing, and then there was a slight touch on his wrist, Louis pulled his hand down and stared at him intently.

"Joe," he first called Lin Qingyang's name affectionately, and then changed his honorifics, "Why does the young master take care of them? There is never a rule that no one else is allowed to cheer in the VIP seats."

"But……"

Just as Lin Qingyang wanted to say that he looked out of group, outstanding, and different from others, Louis immediately saw what he was thinking.

"Master, this is the first time to see the scene," he said slowly, with a low and gentle voice, "Cheering unhurriedly, don't you feel depressed? Joe, you are now my master Fitzgerald , Fitzgerald never feared anyone."

Lin Qingyang was stunned, he realized something, and mustered up the courage to look back.

Wherever he looked, no one looked at him, not even Mr. Bulmer. Occasionally, a few younger teenagers met his gaze and hurriedly avoided it.

He understood that what Louis meant was that he could use Fitzgerald's authority to do what he wanted to his heart's content - no need to care about, no need to care about other people's eyes, and be as powerful as he wanted.

He only has three months, if he doesn't indulge now, when will it be?

The audience was still roaring and shouting, and the sound waves stirred up the liquid flowing in the blood vessels. Finally, Lin Qingyang couldn't help it, grabbed the slender metal railing in front of him, straightened his upper body, and faced the athletes not far away. After several wonderful actions in succession, he cheered together with all the audience!

"Come on! Rush over! Another kick...beautiful!!!"

This shout was as natural as a real fan, Lin Qingyang's heart was beating, and he quietly looked at others out of the corner of his eyes, there was nothing, and no one paid attention to him.

He suddenly felt full of body, with countless courage, accompanied by bursts of cheers from time to time, he also followed the cheers and shouted hello, and even a few juniors who had been restrained too much let go of their courage and yelled out in a low voice.

Time disappeared, and after the first half of the game ended, he sat down panting, slumped on the chair contentedly, and watched the performance during the intermission.

The enthusiastic cheerleaders came up from the backstage and began to dance hotly. Lin Qingyang was not very interested in dancing, but rather interested in the gadgets that the cheerleading girls threw into the audience after the dance.

Coincidentally, a few girls ran and jumped to throw them at them. Lin Qingyang's eyes lit up, and he reached out to catch it, only to find that it was a miniature ball game mascot.

The little doll was soft in his hand, he squeezed it contentedly, and handed it to Louis: "How is it! Isn't it cute!"

Lu Yi took it with a smile, put it in the palm of his hand and folded it together, faced Lin Qingyang's dumbfounded gaze, and said calmly, "Thank you, young master."

Lin Qingyang: "..."

He just let Louis praise the cute doll!But he didn't let him really take the doll away!

Lin Qingyang looked helplessly at the doll in Louis's hand, and just wanted to make a sound but then held back, watching the soft little cloth doll being lazily pinched by Louis, but he didn't intend to return it to him, so he grabbed Louis' sleeve , cried: "Give it back to me!"

Louie corrects him: "It should be 'give me'."

Lin Qingyang choked, and had no choice but to follow Louis's wishes: "Give it to me!"

However, still lacking momentum, more like an unconscious coquetry than an order, Louis smiled distressedly, put the doll back in his hand, and whispered in an almost inaudible voice: "Okay, good boy."

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