Gu Nuoer grew up pampered and pampered by her father, mother, brothers, and the silent care of Ye Siming.
When she was five years old, the little one became more beautiful and graceful.
The baby fat that I had when I was three years old has changed a lot. Although my face is still chubby now, my lower jaw has a tendency to look like a pretty face.
Her skin is breakable, white and delicate. Her eyes are so lively that they seem to be able to talk.
It's another good day in the early spring of the year, and the Chinese Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine is planning to hold a Cuju competition for young men.
This is an annual event aimed at strengthening cooperation among young men.
Moreover, the game of Cuju has always been favored by the nobles.
If you are older, you can play Cuju right away, which is more difficult.
In the past few years, those who have performed best in Cuju in the academy are a group of people led by Ye Siming and Jiang Xiaoran.
They are not very old, but they are both agile and agile.
Especially Ye Siming, because he has a cold and unkind temperament, and everything he does seems to be neat and tidy.
It has attracted a lot of people's attention.
Of course, they are the ones chosen to compete in the Cuju competition in this school.
The opponents are from some older nobles.
They often participate in Cuju competitions organized by the emperor, and are more skilled than Jiang Xiaoran and others in terms of experience, height, and skills.
But the dean of the Chinese Academy of Chinese Studies said that he wanted to participate and have fun.
I don’t expect to beat such a strong opponent, as long as I have fun and enjoy myself, that’s all!
On the day of the Cuju competition, Gu Nuoer arrived at the competition ground early.
The venue is spacious and spacious enough for teenagers to run around.
Ye Siming first escorted Gu Nuoer to find a seat in the stands.
Jiang Xiaoran, wearing a powerful outfit representing Lan Fang, found him quickly.
"Oh, Siming, why do you still have time to talk here? Come on, follow me. Everyone is gathered."
Ye Siming has become more handsome and cool, and it would be no exaggeration to say that his facial features are like those of a jade master.
Under the thin and long eyebrows is a pair of deep eyes.
He glanced at Jiang Xiaoran: "Why are you so anxious? The ball can't run."
Jiang Xiaoran said helplessly: "Then let's discuss the countermeasures in advance. We can't take it lightly. Do you know that the young man leading the team opposite this time?
This is Song Qiyuan, the son of General Song. He is known as the Cuju Little God of War. No one who has played Cuju with him can beat him. Even so, we must go all out."
Ye Siming only responded calmly: "Can't lose."
He lowered his eyes and stared at Gu Nuoer, who was writing on a piece of red silk with a brush.
After a while, she lifted it up and unfolded it for Ye Siming to see.
The round white face smiled sweetly: "Look, brother Siming! I'm ready to encourage you!"
I don’t know where the little guy got this red silk.
But the words on it read: Brother Siming, we will win!
Ye Siming sneered, as if he thought she was childish.
He reached out and stroked Gu Nuoer's dark temples, and pinched the two buns on her head.
"Sit here and wait, don't run around."
Gu Nuoer nodded obediently and said in a soft voice: "Yeah! Don't worry, brother Siming, I promise I'll be here to watch you play Cuju!"
Ye Siming smiled faintly, while Jiang Xiaoran urged him beside him.
He originally turned around and left, but turned back after a while.
Ye Siming lowered his head and asked the little guy in a low voice: "Gu Nuo'er, if I win, will I get any candy?"