The Blue Team surrounded Ye Siming and spoke excitedly.
This is the first time they have beaten the opponent Song Qiyuan!
This is also the first time that Song Qiyuan's team lost.
Still losing to a group of eight or nine-year-old children!
It is a friendly match, and some people are dissatisfied and will not express it directly on the surface.
Song Qiyuan walked towards Ye Siming, with handsome eyebrows and sweat strands hanging on his forehead.
Song Qiyuan smiled coldly: "Young Master Ye is very skilled, and he is really a powerful person as he is rumored."
Ye Siming glanced at him indifferently, his face calmly: "You are not bad either."
If it is normal, it doesn’t matter who wins and who loses.
Ye Siming doesn't value this.
But this time it's different.
His eyes flew towards the stands, Gu Nuoer was waving his little hands, and his little body jumped.
Ye Siming sneered. He didn't plan to talk to Song Qiyuan anymore, so he turned around and walked towards the stands.
When Gu Nuoer saw Ye Siming coming, she rushed over immediately.
"Brother Si Ming, you're just so good!" The little guy's eyes were bright, and he didn't forget to raise his pink thumb to show encouragement.
Ye Siming lowered his eyes and chuckled twice: "Where is the candy?"
Gu Nuoer took out his pocket with his little hand and was about to give him the promised candy cubes.
At this time, a voice came from behind Ye Siming.
"Princess Yaoguang is smart. She only said a few words of encouragement in the stands, and Young Master Ye tried his best."
Gu Nuoer's long eyelash puff fan was blowing up and looked up.
Before Song Qiyuan could change his clothes, he followed Ye Siming up.
He has a handsome face and is a little cold.
But compared with Ye Siming's coldness, there is a little more impetuousness.
Maybe he lost, he was dissatisfied!
Of course, Song Qiyuan felt a little uncomfortable.
After all, he never lost when he played Cuju before.
He has always been excellent in war or in whatever he does.
This young man Ye Siming seemed to have emerged out of thin air a few years ago.
Song Qiyuan always wanted the title of Mr. Bai Ze, but he had been almost at work.
But unexpectedly, the thing he flocked to was rejected by Ye Siming.
Now, I lost to him!
This made him a bit unbearable for his usual competitive personality.
Gu Nuoer pouted and said softly: "Well, but the little sister of the Song family shouted loudly, why didn't this big brother work hard?"
Song Qiyuan was stunned. He didn't expect Gu Nuoer to be innocent and cute, and he was so smart that he would not let him suffer any losses.
He chuckled with a hint of teasing.
"My sister Youqing has always wanted to get to know the princess. Since you both are here today, you don't play football together, just treat it as a friend."
Before Gu Nuoer could speak, Ye Siming said coldly: "The princess has no time."
The little guy stood beside Ye Siming and looked at him, feeling that Song Qiyuan was a little petty.
He lost to Brother Si Ming, and he actually wanted her sister to win him and get back the situation.
I really underestimate her Nobo!
Gu Nuoer stretched out his little hand: "Hey, the ball?"
Song Qiyuan quickly brought it up and asked, "How much does the princess want to play? How old is Youqing older than you, let her give you a ball first."
Who doesn’t know that Song Youqing comes from the Wu family, so playing Cuju is naturally not bad.
This clearly shows that I want to bully the child.
Ye Siming's eyes had become deep and cold, with an extremely unpleasant color.
However, Gu Nuoer didn't talk nonsense to Song Qiyuan at all, and took the Cuju ball from him with his little hand.
He stood in the stands, stretched out his feet and kicked him suddenly.
The Cuju ball drew a beautiful parabola in the air.