Gu Nuoer grew up with silent care from her parents, her brothers, and Ye Siming.
By the time she was five years old, the little guy was even more beautiful.
Baby fat at the age of three has changed a lot. Although her face is still round and chubby, her jaw tends to have a pointed, beautiful face.
The skin is shattered and fair and delicate. The eyes are even more lively and seem to be able to speak.
It is another good day in early spring, and the National Academy of Sciences plans to hold a Cuju competition for the students.
This is an annual event, aiming to strengthen cooperation among the young masters.
Moreover, games like Cuju are something that nobles have always been sought after and liked.
If you are older, you will be able to cuju immediately, which will be more difficult.
In recent years, playing Cuju in the school has performed well, and only a group of people led by Ye Siming and Jiang Xiaoran.
Not old, but they are all agile.
Especially Ye Siming, because he is cold and inhumane, and everything he does is as clean and neat as if he is strong.
It has attracted a lot of people to follow.
Of course, they were the ones who chose to fight for this Cuju competition in the school.
The opponents are from some older noble men.
They often participate in Cuju competitions organized by the emperor, and they are more skilled than Jiang Xiaoran and others in terms of experience, height or skills.
But the dean of the National Academy of Sciences said that it was intended to participate and have fun.
I don’t want to fight such a strong opponent, as long as I have fun, it’s great!
On the day of Cuju competition, Gu Nuoer arrived at the competition venue early.
The venue is wide and grand, enough for the teenagers to run around.
Ye Siming first escorted Gu Nuoer to find a good seat in the stands.
Jiang Xiaoran quickly found him in a strong suit representing Lan Fang.
"Oh, Si Ming, why do you still have time to talk here? Come with me, everyone is gathering."
Ye Siming has become even more handsome and cold, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his facial features are like the Jade Master.
Beneath the thin and long eyebrows is a pair of deep eyes.
He glanced at Jiang Xiaoran: "What's the hurry? The ball won't run."
Jiang Xiaoran said helplessly: "Then let's discuss countermeasures in advance first, and we can't take it lightly. Do you know, the young man who led the team this time,
He is Song Qiyuan, the son of General Song. He is known as the little war god of Cuju. He has played Cuju with him, but no one can beat him. Even so, we must do our best."
Ye Siming only responded lightly: "I can't lose."
He lowered his eyes and stared at Gu Nuoer. The little guy was writing with a brush on a piece of red silk.
After a while, she raised it and spread it to Ye Siming.
The round white little face smiled sweetly: "Look, Brother Si Ming! I am ready to encourage you!"
I don’t know where the little guy got this red silk.
But the words on it say: Brother Si Ming, you will win!
Ye Siming sneered, as if she felt that she was childish.
He reached out to stroke Gu Nuoer's black hair and pinched the two buns on her head.
"Sit here and wait, don't run around."
Gu Nuoer nodded obediently, and his voice was soft: "Well! Don't worry, Brother Si Ming, I'll be here to watch you play Cuju!"
Ye Siming smiled faintly, and Jiang Xiaoran was urging him to the point.
He turned around and left, but after a while he turned back.
Ye Siming lowered his head and asked the little guy in a low voice: "Gu Nuoer, if I win, do you have any candy?"