Li Zaixing was right in his mind.

The guests he invited today were either Xie Guanglong’s or Wuhous, or Wuhous in Wuhoushang. How many of these people have read books? Even if a cultural person can write his name correctly, he is a masterpiece. Wei Yingwu may become a great poet in the future, but he is still an illiterate person and is not familiar with poetry like him. The heroes around him may have a higher level, but they are limited to their better life experience, and their culture may not be as high as possible.

After all, everyone is illiterate and there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

Of course, it is impossible to get together with illiterate people, and even if Wei Yingwu agrees, Li Zaixing cannot agree. Just look at the qualities of these people, you will know that physical exercise is more suitable for them.

Just like making friends with Wang Xun to meet Wang Zhun, she came to Yang’s house to treat her because Wang Huai had an intention to attract Yang Miaoer, so she wanted to attract Wang Zhun and find opportunities to stimulate him, and of course she had to make the momentum very big. Li Zaixing naturally chose Cuju, which had the largest number of people and the most lively play.

There is a Juchang in the northwest corner of Pingkangfang. It turned out to be part of the Changning Princess Mansion. Princess Changning was the daughter of Zhongzong, born to Empress Wei. She was as prominent as Princess Taiping and Princess Anle. At that time, she wanted to learn from her grandmother Wu Zetian and won the world with her daughter. Her house was larger than Li Linfu's house now, accounting for one-quarter of Pingkangfang. Later, Empress Wei lost and she disappeared into the long river of history. This huge house was naturally sold. However, Juchang was still there, and there were often competitions held here.

With such convenient conditions, Li Zaixing naturally chose the Cuju competition.

The purpose of Li Zaixing and Wei Yingwu was to make the momentum bigger and attract Wang Zhun to cause trouble. The Yang sisters hoped that through this competition, Li Zaixing and Wei Yingwu would fight for Yang Miaoer. The two sides hit it off, and Yang Laier immediately ordered someone to arrange the venue.

A huge Cuju competition officially kicked off. Li Zaixing, Xie Guanglong and Zhang Wan and other Rangers, Wei Yingwu's entourage, and the Wuhou who had just arrived. The Wuhou was originally a little powerful, but when he saw Wei Yingwu chatting and laughing with Wang Xun and Li Zaixing, he immediately realized that he was not a thing at all. He quickly changed into a smile and bowed to Li Zaixing enthusiastically. No one mentioned the incident of being beaten by Li Zaixing yesterday.

Yang Miaoer sounded the gong and the competition officially began. A cheerleading team composed of more than a dozen beautiful girls from the Yang family began to sing and dance to cheer for the athletes on both sides. In order to show their faces in front of the girls, the rangers showed their best mental outlook, ran and competed on the field, shouting from time to time, and cheering up their morale.

Li Zaixing and Wei Yingwu became the captains of both sides and the protagonists of the confrontation.

To be honest, although Li Zaixing is physically good and has agile skills, his Cuju skills are far inferior to Wei Yingwu, and his cooperation with the team members is not very satisfactory. Although he ran and fought hard, he could only be equal to Wei Yingwu, or even slightly inferior. Seeing that victory was expected, Wei Yingwu, who had been overwhelmed by Li Zaixing, was even more excited. He ran all over the field, his feet were flexible, and he kicked out many tricks. The ball was stuck on his feet, and he was shot into the wind and flowing eyes again and again.

Although he was naughty and could not be considered a gentleman, he was generous and a regular visitor here. He was very famous prostitute who was praised by him. Seeing that he had the upper hand, the onlookers were not hesitant to applaud him, and laughed and made a fuss for a moment.

Under the management of the Yang sisters, the game quickly attracted Sanqu's attention. Seeing the girls from the Yang family doing cheerleading team, many teenagers who were drinking came out to see the beauty. The prostitutes and girls could not go out casually. Without customers, they were not willing to be lonely. They went upstairs to watch the game from afar, cheering with the rhythm of the game.

The beautiful girl attracted the wind|Flower boy, and the wind|Flower boy attracted more beautiful girls. For a moment, the stadium was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, and the cheers were like waves, one wave higher than the other.

Wei Yingwu turned the game first and ran all over the field excitedly. He rushed to Yang Miaoer and loudly invited a kiss, like an excited little rooster. Amid the laughter of the crowd, Yang Miaoer blushed and pecked on his face gently. Wei Yingwu suddenly roared like a chicken blood, pulled off his shirt, and roared: "Who else is not convinced--"

After a game, Li Zaixing gradually found the feeling. He laughed and said, "Wei San, why are you proud? You just won one game. Is it too early to celebrate now? Two wins in three games, and there are two games to compete."

"Am I afraid of you?" Wei Yingwu laughed, picked up a glass of wine, and drank it all in one go: "Come again!"

The competition began again, and gongs rang out, and cheers were heard one after another.

This time, Li Zaixing replaced Zhang Wan, who was not flexible enough, invited Wang Xun to the court. Wang Xun looked gentle but not weak. Moreover, the few words he reminded on the sidelines just now made him feel that this person has a big vision and should be familiar with Cuju. In fact, the Tang people are strong, and they can play football regardless of gender. Even polos, which is more cruel than Cuju, are very popular. The princes and nobles have time and nutrition, and they can't play these things.

Facts proved that Li Zaixing's vision was right. With Wang Xun threading needles and his footwork gradually became proficient, they won the second game, achieving a one-to-one record, bringing the battle to a white-hot situation.

The fierce competition attracted everyone's enthusiasm, and more and more people watched. When those who originally planned to come to drink, they put the drinking aside when they saw the Cuju competition and watched the game first. Then they could not move. The Yang family is a famous prostitute in Zhongqu. Thinking that the Yang family is not affordable for drinking, it is even more difficult to see the top brands like the Yang sisters. Today, they can eat their beauty without spending a penny, so the promising young men naturally refuse to miss such an opportunity.

Some people watched girls, some watched games, and some watched girls and watched games. In short, more and more people gathered, and the momentum became louder and louder. Few people in the Tang Dynasty could resist such temptations. They moved to the stadium, shouted loudly when they saw the good ball, and shouted loudly when they saw the smelly ball.

The audience was enthusiastic, the players in the competition were even more excited, the competition became more and more intense and more beautiful.

Just as the game was about to end, Wang Zhun came.

Wang Zhun was in a bad mood today. Yesterday at the banquet, he wanted to take the opportunity to take the lead in Yang Miaoer, but he was overtaken by Li Zaixing and forced to learn to bark in public, and lost all his face. Today he slept until noon. After thinking for a long time, he decided to come to Pingkangfang to find trouble for Li Zaixing and Wang Xun and exclaimed his anger. Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the north gate of Pingkangfang, he saw a crowd of people surrounded by excitement and excitement.

As soon as he inquired, the evil fire in Wang Zhun's heart became even stronger.

Not only are Li Zaixing and Wei Yingwu both here, but they are also competing to win Yang Miaoer's favor. Even more coincidental, Wang Xun, who is his special punching bag, is also there.

Without thinking too much, Wang Zhun pushed the crowd away and broke in. He looked at Li Zaixing's slightly awkward skills in the game. Wang Zhun curled his lips disdainfully, walked to the middle of the court with a swaying force, and shouted majestic:

"stop!"

When the men who were fighting for the scrambles to the sky heard this, they were immediately annoyed. When they turned to see Wang Zhun, many people swallowed the swear words that rushed to their mouths. Wang Zhun is a regular visitor here, and there are many people who know him. The father and son are evil dogs, and even the princess can't afford to offend him, and ordinary people dare not provoke him.

The originally lively stadium suddenly became deserted, and the Wuhou hid aside quietly. They could meet Li Zaixing and Xie Guanglong, but no one was willing to get close to them in front of Wang Zhun.

Li Zaixing was secretly happy in his heart. After performing for a long time, you kid finally appeared. It was just the way to lay the groundwork, and the real drama has only started now.

Under Wang Zhun's vicious gaze, he walked to the sidelines, took the towel from Hestia's hand, wiped his sweat, and gave Hestia a few instructions. Hestia nodded and responded, pulling Mitra, wearing a veil, "silently" squeezed out of the crowd.

Although her movements were not big, it was hard for people not to notice her very obvious appearance of aliens. In addition, Wang Zhun's eyes were always on Li Zaixing, so he naturally saw her and Mitra she was pulling.

At this time, Wang Zhun did not realize that this seemingly casual scene was specially prepared for him by Li Zaixing.

Li Zaixing walked to Wang Zhun, put his waist on his back, and looked at him with disdain: "Oh, isn't this Shisanlang? What advice do you have?"

"Nothing." Wang Zhun suppressed his anger, and did not want to lose his demeanor in front of everyone. He deliberately made a calm and composed expression: "I heard that you are competing for Miss Miaoer?"

"Yes." Li Zaixing asked lightly: "What does this have to do with you? Could it be that you also want to get involved?"

"That's right." Wang Zhun bowed to the surroundings and said aloud: "Mistress Miaoer is a rare beauty in the three songs. I don't know how many literary and artistic young men want to be her guest of the curtain. Although it is a bit vulgar in terms of victory or defeat by Cuju, it is not a fair way. Since that's the case, I think it should not be limited to you, and you should give everyone a chance. Miaoer Miaoer, don't you think so?"

Of course, Yang Miaoer would not object. Everyone would be jealous of her. She was shy and laughed with a slight hug. Her shy look made the young men beside her laugh. Many people blew whistles, and her slutty look was no different from those of the young people in later generations.

The young men watching next to them also cheered loudly, one by one, fighting for the next game, including middle-aged men.

Li Zaixing looked at the horny slumbers and thought to himself that Li Mi was really accurate. Wang Zhun took the bait all at once. It should be more exciting than last night when humiliating him in front of so many people.

"Okay, since Miss Miao'er doesn't object, of course I have no objection." Li Zaixing shrugged easily: "How do you think you compare?"

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Chapter completed!