Gu Nuo'er was spoiled and grown up by the silent care of her own parents, brothers, and Ye Siming.

When she was five years old, the little guy was even more beautiful.

The baby fat at the age of three has changed a lot. Although the face is still round now, the lower jaw has a trend of pointed little beauty faces.

The skin can be broken by blowing bombs, white and delicate. A pair of eyes are more agile as if they can speak.

It is another good day in the early spring of the year, and the Guoxue University plans to hold a Cuju competition for the young masters.

This is an annual event aimed at strengthening the cooperation between the sons.

And Cuju is a game that the nobles have always pursued and liked.

If you are a little older, it will be Cuju immediately, which is more difficult.

In the past few years, the people who have performed well in kicking Cuju in the school are also a group of people headed by Ye Siming and Jiang Xiaoran.

Young, but agile.

Especially Ye Siming, because his temperament is cold and inhuman, and everything he does seems to be clean and neat.

It has attracted the attention of many people.

This time, in the Cuju competition of the academy, of course, they were chosen to fight.

The opponents are from some older nobles.

They often participated in the Cuju competition held by the emperor, and they were more proficient than Jiang Xiaoran in terms of experience, height or skill.

But the dean of the Guoxue University said that the purpose is to participate and be happy.

I don't expect to fight against such a strong opponent, as long as you have fun!

On the day of the Cuju competition, Gu Nuoer came to the competition field early.

The venue is spacious and grand enough for teenagers to run around.

Ye Siming first escorted Gu Nuoer to find a good position on the stand.

Jiang Xiaoran was wearing a strong suit representing Lan Fang and quickly found him.

"Aiya, Siming, why do you still have time to talk here, hurry up, come with me, everyone is gathered."

Ye Siming has grown more handsome and cold, and it is no exaggeration to say that he is like a jade son.

Beneath the thin long eyebrows are 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 the countermeasures in advance, but we can't take it lightly. Did you know that the young man who led the team opposite this time,

It is Song Qiyuan, the son of General Song. He is known as the Cuju Little God of War. Anyone who has played Cuju with him has never been able to 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 held it up and unfolded it for Ye Siming to see.

The round white face smiled sweetly: "Look, Brother Siming! I'm ready to inspire you!"

I don't know where the little guy got this red silk.

But the words on it read: Brother Siming, you must win!

Ye Siming sneered, as if he thought she was naive.

He reached out and stroked Gu Nuo'er's dark clouded temples, and took advantage of the situation to squeeze the two buns on top of her head.

"You sit here and wait, don't run around."

Gu Nuo'er nodded obediently, her voice soft and sweet: "Yeah! Don't worry, Brother Siming, I promise to watch you kick Cuju right here!"

Ye Siming smiled faintly, while Jiang Xiaoran urged him not.

He turned and walked away, 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 have any candy?"