Everyone became nervous, especially the members of the blue team. They were under greater pressure. Ning Kang and Yu Wenqi had beads of sweat on their foreheads, fearing that the last ball would be lost at their feet.
Fortunately, they managed to hold on and the Cuju landed firmly at the feet of Cui Zhiduan. After eight games, he had never missed. Can he pass the ball successfully this time?
Everyone was aroused. Lu Wencheng stared at Cui Zhiduan's feet and opened and closed his mouth not knowing what he was saying, but no one paid attention. Everyone's eyes fell on Cui Zhiduan.
The red Cuju rotates in the sky, and the graceful parabola draws magnificent lines in the blue sky. The Cuju is getting closer and closer, and the burning incense sticks are getting fewer and fewer. Suddenly the breeze blows, and the last one
The red light turned into ashes and dispersed, and the stick of incense ended.
It was at this moment that Cuju Kongxin passed through Feng Liuyan.
The score is 8:9, the blue team wins!
"We win! Yeah! We win!"
The cheers of victory resounded through the sky, and the children of the blue team gathered together with smiles. As the biggest contributor, Cui Zhiduan instantly became the target of the team members to express their excitement. Everyone hugged and high-fived him, and they were so excited.
As if they had won a great battle.
For adults, this is just a child's play. Only they know how important this game is. This game is about their dignity.
Now, they have won.
Ye Zhenzhen was infected and couldn't help but smile on her face. She looked at the children hugging and celebrating on the field, and then she noticed that her son had grown a lot taller without knowing it.
He is the youngest in the family, and there are no children to compare with. The son in her mind has always been the image of a little boy. Now she discovered that he is actually much taller than many of his classmates. He stands on the same level as Wu Weiye, who has been practicing martial arts all year round.
Together, there is actually nothing missing.
Her son has indeed grown up.
The joys and sorrows of this world are always inconsistent.
The blue team was beaming with joy, while the red team was gloomy. Everyone was under low pressure, especially Lu Wencheng, whose face was the ugliest. He had been complacent before, thinking he could defeat Cui Zhiduan in the field he was good at. Unexpectedly,
Instead of regaining his face, he actually had his face slapped up, which was a great shame and humiliation.
No matter how mature he is mentally, physically he is still a seven or eight-year-old child, and now he can't help but have red eyes.
Yu Wenqi, who was about to come over and show off his power, happened to see this scene. He couldn't help but pause in his steps and his tone became a little panicked: "Hey, you don't cry just because you can't beat me! You proposed to play Cuju yourself, how can we do it?
I didn’t bully you!”
"You're talking nonsense, I didn't cry!"
Lu Wencheng glared at Yu Wenqi fiercely: "A gentleman promises you a thousand pieces of gold. I am willing to admit defeat. You can punish me however you want. I will never complain."
Yu Wenqi expressed doubts and muttered in a low voice: "Who doesn't know that you are the most petty person? Now you are crying. Maybe you will complain to your parents when you get home."
Although his voice was low, Lu Wencheng was beside him and could vaguely hear his voice, and his face turned red with anger.
Seeing the way he was gnashing his teeth, Yu Wenqi thought he was going to hit someone, so he hurriedly trotted and hid behind Cui Zhiduan, then cautiously poked his head out to look around.
"Executive, Lu Wencheng doesn't seem very convinced."
Wu Weiye immediately stood in front of him and Cui Zhiduan, showing off the biceps on his little arms: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
Lu Wencheng's face turned dark.
He walked over angrily, but Wu Weiye immediately stopped him and said warily: "What do you want to do? If I want to hit someone, I'm not afraid of you!"
Lu Wencheng glared at him, disdainful to talk to a martial artist like him, and looked straight at Cui Zhideuan: "I accept the bet and accept defeat, and I will punish you as you please!"
Generally speaking, the losing team is punished by the captain. There are various ways of receiving penalties, all depending on the winning team's thoughts. However, Cui Weizhen obviously has no hobby of tormenting people, and he is unwilling to treat others lightly, so he said: "Just follow the rules.
Come on, paint your face white."
Whiteface represents the villain in the opera and is a very insulting way of punishment. Since the Cuju competition, the captain of the losing team has often been painted whiteface. This has become a common thing for everyone - after all, no one loses in Cuju all the year round.
Passed.
But Lu Wencheng has a stronger personality, and it would be more uncomfortable to be painted white by a competitor than to kill him, so he gritted his teeth and stared at Cui Zhicheng for a long time, and finally managed to say: "Okay."
Cui Zhiduan was very boring.
Yu Wenqi was also very disdainful. He avoided Lu Wencheng and his friends and said, "I know that Lu Wencheng is petty and can't afford to lose. He will definitely hold a grudge against us again this time."
"If we don't agree with each other, we won't play with him next time." Wu Weiye looked disgusted.
Cui Zhiduan couldn't do anything like talking about people behind their backs, so he just nodded, feeling in his heart that Lu Wencheng was not worthy of close friendship.
The white powder for smearing on the face was quickly brought by the bad guys. Cui Zhiduan was too lazy to do it. The most important thing was that he didn't want to get his hands dirty. Wu Weiye, who had been smeared on the face several times by Lu Wencheng, volunteered to take over the job, hoping to take revenge.
Relieve hatred.
Wu Weiye has always been careless, and he is not even gentle when painting his face. He would say hello to Lu Wencheng's face randomly when he was stained with white powder. Lu Wencheng's face was red and painful from his rubbing. He also choked several times and his eye circles were red.
Wu Weiye was glared at repeatedly by the other party. He glared back without any guilt, and even opened up the old score: "Humph, you did the same to me last time. Isn't it true that only the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light lamps?"
Lu Wencheng pursed his lips and remained silent.
Wu Weiye won a round and finally felt relieved. He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and he did not forget to tell him: "Don't wash it off secretly, we are all watching!"
The length of punishment is equal to the time of Cuju, which is the time of one stick of incense.
Lu Wencheng didn't say anything, turned around and walked away.
Wu Weiye was stunned. Just as he was about to chase after him, he was caught by Cui Zhiduan. He said dissatisfiedly: "Zhiduan, isn't he going to wash his face?"
Cui Zhiduan shook his head: "Don't worry, with so many people watching in the academy, he will definitely not wash his face in advance."
Unless he wants to get a bad reputation for breaking promises.
Lu Wencheng is not that stupid.
Wu Weiye thought about it and thought it was right, so he started to fight with Yu Wenqi heartlessly again.
Only then did Cui Zhiduan have time to go to his mother to tell her the good news. Ye Zhenzhen patted her head and praised her: "Mother knows that our Zhiduan will definitely win."
Cui Zhiduan's face was flushed, and the maturity and stability he had shown on the green field disappeared in an instant. In front of his mother, he was just a child.
Just a compliment from his mother was enough to make him happy.