Liu Chunyang failed to hit Xue Qing, and Xue Qing did not take action. The boys around him rushed over and blocked her behind instantly.
"Liu Chunyang, you are shameless!"
"Beat him!"
"This kid moved his feet first! He was bleeding..."
"You are blind, his feet can move to Liu Chunyang's face!"
"...You're bleeding from your nose, you're weak, you're playing with kids too much, what are you playing with Cuju..."
The teenagers mingled and yelled and pushed, making the already chaotic scene even more chaotic, while the audience outside the venue caused another hustle and bustle.
"Beat him!"
"Beat him!"
Countless people waved their hands and laughed, shouted, scolded, cheered for the young men who fought together. The small Cuju field became like a cockfighting field.
The girls were stunned and bit the fan handkerchief. The adults and men in the coloring shed shook their heads in anger.
"What kind of system becomes what kind of system!"
Fortunately, there were not only doctors on the sidelines, but also officials. They were the best at dealing with fights and quickly pulled away the teenagers who were fighting.
"What's going on?"
The teenagers in the field were arguing, and the men in the coloring booths outside the field also began to arguing.
"That boy moved first!" Master Liu San shouted angrily, "It's not true!"
Of course some people disagree with him.
"Third Master, how can this be so inappropriate? This is obviously a young man with strong energy. Cuju, it is inevitable to collide." Chu Sheng shook his head and said.
This is what Master Liu San said at the beginning. It is really appropriate to go back now. Chu Sheng added another sentence.
"I'm not a delicate little lady, can you touch me?"
He could see clearly just now that the person who was knocked down was Liu Chunyang from Wuling Society, and the person who was knocked down was Liu Chunyang from Wuling Society. The young man from Changle Society who moved and attacked was unharmed. Even the people in Changle Society were not at a loss during the melee and push... If they didn't suffer, they would naturally turn big things into small things.
Master Liu San's face turned pale, and the rest of the people were also unfair. Chu Sheng naturally had some supporters, and the men under the colored shed were arguing in a group.
"What kind of morality do you have?" said the prefect and pointed at the field. "The young people have already started to continue the competition. Why are you still quarreling? You are not as good as the children."
Everyone was stunned and looked into the field. Sure enough, they saw the separated teenagers starting to run again.
Yes, we can't really fight, we're still in front of the prefect. Besides, we can't stop the game, we have to decide the winner.
Liu Chunyang ran while wiping his nose bleeding. Blood dripped from his white shirt mixed with sweat and dust. He looked in a mess and had long lost the romantic feelings of the young man from Wuling.
Zhang Shuangtong ran side by side with him, looking at him with a smile.
"Yoko, do you know why we wear red shirts and black pants?" he suddenly said.
Liu Chunyang's almond eyes widened and said nothing.
"Because even if you shed blood, you won't be seen." Zhang Shuangtong smiled, "Don't let others see it, and don't let others sympathize."
After saying that, he waved his head and lifted the red straps with his hair backwards. The man accelerated and ran away.
Liu Chunyang was furious.
"Zhang Shuangtong, you Rabbit Master!" He cursed and chased after him, but he just chased him and cursed. It was impossible to do something, and there was no time left.
Not only him, but the teenagers in Wulings only want to kick in the ball, and don’t want to shovel and destroy the opponent... They can’t even grab the opponent, and they have to be careful of the opponent.
Amid the audience's clamor, he finally honestly approached the end, but it was one step too late. Xue Qing's appearance from time to time made the teenagers of Wuling Club lose the ball one after another. With Xue Qing's protection, the teenagers of Changle Club were as if they were fish in water.
Although there was no such exciting competition in the end, the running goals still made the onlookers cheer. The girls and women in the coloring booth also felt that they were better than before. In fact, they saw this before, but they didn't feel it.
With Zhang Shuangtong and Zhang Liantang running together with the passing ball, Chu Minghui kicked the ball high into the bamboo gate, and the Cuju match ended.
The teenagers from Changle Club cheered in the audience, and Guo Zian also limped over.
Compared to the excitement of Changle Society, the teenagers of Wuling Society seemed embarrassed and depressed, and they all fell to the ground exhausted.
Liu Chunyang looked at the numbers marked on the sidelines. The difference between the numbers between the two sides was not big, but the difference between the goal was also determined by the winner. He could clearly win... He pounded his legs hatefully.
Liu Chunyang looked up at Changle Club. The young man laughing and cheering could hardly see the thin figure, because of the Sanshilang... Who is this guy?
The girls in the coloring shed also cheered, and even laughed loudly, which was exaggerated and scary.
In fact, everyone is just watching the teenagers. They don’t care too much about winning or losing. As for this... the girls looked in the voice and saw Guo Baoer laughing with her hips on her hips.
"Liu Wuer." She stretched out her hand and pointed at Liu Wuer beside her, "Congratulations! I wish you all the same old age!"
Speaking of this, I can't help but can't help but talk.
What? The girls who didn't know what happened looked over and asked quietly.
"Ms. Liu and Miss Guo..." The girls who knew wanted to explain, but were immediately interrupted.
"Okay, why do you say this? What does it have to do with you?" said the girl in groups of three or three and a group of girls with cold faces.
These are the ladies who are close to Liu Wuer. They are from either four major tribes or eight major families, so the girls dare not speak anymore.
Guo Baoer smiled when she saw it.
"Oh, don't be shy," she said.
Although Liu Wuer did not show any anger and shame, her expression was a little bad. She looked at Guo Baoer and stood up and left with her sleeves. The girls and companions around her were hurriedly following her and walked away a lot.
"...Ah, you can't be fooled and be willing to accept the loss." Guo Baoer shouted with his hands behind his back.
Liu Wu'er left without looking back.
"I'll tell you..."
Guo Baoer continued to talk to everyone, and the Qin Sulan sister reached out to hold her.
"Oh, stop making trouble, it's enough to embarrass her."
"Yes, can you take it seriously?"
Guo Baoer glared.
"Of course I took it seriously," she said, "I'm not kidding."
After saying that, he threw his sleeves and left.
"I'll tell my mother and dad now."
Not to mention telling this kind of thing, it’s useless to tell God. The Qin sisters followed her and laughed.
"Baoer, are you stupid?"
The girls here either left angry or happy, but the teenagers in the field could not leave. Although Liu Chunyang and others wanted to leave, they would have done this before, but now they cannot, because the prefect is...
The onlookers did not disperse, but more people gathered, and the men in the colored shed would not leave. They surrounded the prefect and walked out of the colored shed, and the merchants who heard the news also came. After all, their lottery tickets would be honored to appear with the prefect.
The Cuju field was crowded with people, waiting for the victory to arrive.
This has nothing to do with them. Liu Chunyang leaned over and pounded his legs again, which was even more painful.
.........
Zhang Liantang and others walked towards the sidelines. All the Changle Club teenagers, including those who did not play and the injured Guo Zian, were there. Guo Ziqian was originally going to come, but when he saw Xue Qing, he ran away and hid behind the crowd.
The teenagers were nervous and excited while walking around and tidying up their clothes. They came to the front of the table where the colorful heads were placed. Xue Qing was about to go to the end, and Zhang Liantang held her shoulders.
"Come on." He said, leaving her by his side.
What was Xue Qing going to say? The prefect Li Guangyuan, who was surrounded by a group of people, came over. She no longer spoke respectfully and looked at the high official curiously.
Chapter completed!