The final result is beyond doubt.

It was Ye Siming who won.

The blue team surrounded Ye Siming and talked excitedly.

This is the first time they can win against Song Qiyuan!

And this was also the first time Song Qiyuan's team lost.

Still lost to a group of eight or nine year olds!

This is a friendly competition, and some people are dissatisfied, and they will not express it directly on the face.

Song Qiyuan walked to Ye Siming, his eyebrows were handsome, and there was still sweat on his forehead.

Song Qiyuan smiled coldly: "Young Master Ye has extraordinary skills. If he is as rumored, he is a powerful person."

Ye Siming glanced at him with a calm expression: "You're not bad either."

If it's normal, it doesn't matter who wins or loses.

This Ye Siming doesn't care.

But this time is different.

He glanced at the stands, and Gu Nuo'er was waving his little hands, and his little body was jumping up and down.

Ye Siming sneered, he didn't plan to talk to Song Qiyuan anymore, he turned his head and walked towards the stand.

Seeing Ye Siming coming, Gu Nuoer flew over immediately.

"Brother Siming, you're just so good!" The little guy's eyes were bright, and he didn't forget to give a pink thumb up to show his encouragement.

Ye Siming lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Where's the sugar?"

Gu Nuo'er took out her pocket with her little hand, and was about to give him the candy she said.

At this moment, a voice came from behind Ye Siming.

"Princess Yaoguang is smart, just say a few words of encouragement in the stands, Young Master Ye will do his best."

Gu Nuoer's long eyelashes fluttered and looked up.

Before Song Qiyuan could change his clothes, he followed Ye Siming up.

His face was handsome and a little cold.

But compared with Ye Siming's sternness, he was a little more impetuous.

I probably lost, I'm not convinced!

Song Qiyuan was of course a little uncomfortable.

After all, he has never lost in Cuju before.

Whether it's fighting or doing anything, he's always been great.

This young man Ye Siming appeared out of nowhere a few years ago.

Song Qiyuan has always wanted the title of Young Master Bai Ze, but he has been almost trying.

Unexpectedly, what he was rushing for would be rejected directly by Ye Siming.

Now, even more lost to him!

This made his always competitive character somewhat unbearable.

Gu Nuo'er pouted and said softly, "Well, but Miss Song's sister also shouted loudly, why doesn't this big brother work hard?"

Song Qiyuan was startled, but he didn't expect Gu Nuo'er to be innocent and cute, and she was smart not to let herself suffer a little.

He chuckled, with a hint of mockery.

"My younger sister Youqing has always wanted to get to know the princess. Since the two of you are here today, why don't you go down and play football together, right as a friend."

Before Gu Nuo'er could speak, Ye Siming said coldly, "Princess doesn't have time."

The little guy stood next to Ye Siming and looked at him, feeling that Song Qiyuan had a little stomach.

Even after losing to Brother Siming, he still wanted her sister to win over him and get back on the scene.

I really underestimate her Noble!

Gu Nuo'er stretched out her small hand: "What's the ball?"

Song Qiyuan hurriedly got someone to bring it up and asked, "What does the princess want to play? Youqing is a few years older than you. Let her give you a ball first."

Who doesn't know, Song Youqing was born in a martial arts family, and naturally kicking Cuju is not bad.

This shows that he wants to bully children.

Ye Siming's eyes have become deep and cold, with a very unpleasant color.

However, Gu Nuoer didn't talk nonsense to Song Qiyuan at all, and Xiaoshou took the Cuju ball from him.

Standing in the stands, he stretched out his little foot and kicked it suddenly.

The Cuju ball draws a beautiful parabola in the air.

Then it fell firmly into the slippery net.