The people from the blue team surrounded Ye Siming and talked excitedly.
This is the first time they can defeat their opponent Song Qiyuan!
And this was also the first time Song Qiyuan’s team lost.
Still lost to a group of eight or nine year old kids!
This is a friendly competition, and if some people are dissatisfied, they will not express it directly in person.
Song Qiyuan walked towards Ye Siming. He had handsome features and sweaty hair on his forehead.
Song Qiyuan smiled coldly: "Young Master Ye has extraordinary skills. He is really as powerful as the rumors say."
Yesi Ming glanced at him with a calm expression: "You're not bad either."
If it's normal, it doesn't matter who wins or loses.
Ye Siming doesn't take this seriously.
But this time it's different.
He glanced towards the stands, where Gu Nuoer was waving her little hands and jumping up and down.
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 Siming, you were just great!" The little guy's eyes were bright and he did not forget to give a pink thumb as a sign of encouragement.
Ye Siming lowered his eyes and chuckled twice: "Where's the candy?"
Gu Nuoer dug into his pocket with his little hands and was about to give him the candy he had agreed to.
At this time, a voice came from behind Ye Siming.
"Princess Yaoguang is smart. She just said a few words of encouragement from the stands, and Mr. Ye worked hard."
Gu Nuoer's long eyelashes fluttered and she looked up.
Before Song Qiyuan had time to change his clothes, he followed Ye Siming up.
He has a handsome face and is a little cold.
But compared to Ye Siming's coldness, he was a little more impetuous.
Probably because I lost, I feel unconvinced!
Of course Song Qiyuan felt a little uncomfortable.
After all, he had never lost in Cuju before.
No matter fighting or doing anything, he has always been outstanding.
This young man, Ye Siming, seemed to appear out of thin air a few years ago.
Song Qiyuan has always wanted the title of Mr. Bai Ze, but he has never been able to do it well.
But he didn't expect that the thing he was eager for would be directly rejected by Ye Siming.
Now, he has even lost to him!
This made his always competitive character somewhat unbearable.
Gu Nuoer pursed her lips and said in a soft voice: "Well, the young lady of the Song family also shouted very loudly. Why doesn't this elder brother work hard?"
Song Qiyuan was startled. He didn't expect that Gu Nuoer was innocent and cute, and she was smart enough not to suffer any loss.
He chuckled, with a hint of ridicule.
"My sister Youqing has always wanted to get to know the princess. Since you two are here today, why not go down and play football together and treat her as a friend."
Before Gu Nuoer could say anything, Ye Siming said coldly: "Princess, I don't have time."
The little guy stood next to Ye Siming and looked at it, feeling that Song Qiyuan was a bit small.
Even though she lost to brother Siming, she actually wanted her sister to win against her and regain her position.
I really underestimated her Nobao!
Gu Nuoer stretched out her little hand: "Ball?"
Song Qiyuan quickly brought it up and asked: "How does the princess want to play? How much older is Youqing than you? Let her give you a ball first."
Who doesn't know that Song Youqing was born in a martial arts family, so she is naturally good at playing Cuju.
This clearly shows that he wants to bully children.
Ye Siming's eyes had become dark 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 his hand.
He just stood in the stands, stretched out his little foot and kicked it suddenly.
The Cuju ball draws a beautiful parabola in the air.