Daily life in the academy

Bai Zhi pushed through the crowd and found Wenzhe, who was also sitting outside watching the game, and sat down in the empty seat next to him.

"Azhe, why are you watching the game here?"

"I can't," Wenzhe said calmly. "Besides, don't you think it's enjoyable to just sit on the sidelines and watch the game?"

"It's true." Sometimes Bai Zhi had to admit that Wenzhe's ideas were very advanced.

The game has already started, and the kick-off point is the Red Team, which is the Prince's Team where Yan Qingchen is. Based on the positions of the players on the field, it is obvious that the main players of the Red Team are Yan Qingchen, Mu Bailian, and Yan Minghe. Bai Zhi doesn't recognize the other three young men who are defending the two of them and guarding the goal in the back.

"Azhe, who are the three defenders on Brother Yan's team?"

Wenzhe turned his attention back to the Red Team and patiently introduced Bai Zhi, "The one guarding the goal is Lin Hao. His father is the current Minister of War. It is said that he and the Minister of War are staunch Prince's faction members, but he has never admitted it."

Having said that, he glanced around, seeing no one suspicious, and then continued in a low voice, "I've heard that Lin Hao's Cuju skills are average. He will be criticized no matter what he wins or loses in today's match. It's so pitiful..."

Bai Zhi set her sights on Lin Hao. His face was slightly different from most of the other teenagers on the field. He had a rare square face, and his slightly raised eyebrows made him look righteous and imposing. She wondered how he would react. On the way here, she had heard that the team was chosen by drawing lots. She asked skeptically, "Drawing lots to form a team shouldn't be a rigged thing, right?"

Wenzhe was stunned. Obviously, he didn't think about this. He looked up and saw Yan Qingchen and Mu Bailian cooperating seamlessly on the field. They avoided the obstruction of Yan Lang and Xue Huaiming and successfully scored the first goal.

"First place," Wenzhe cheered excitedly, then turned to Baizhi and whispered, "Whether it's true or not doesn't matter now. The one standing beside the Crown Prince guarding him was Xiao Mohan, the second son of the Minister of Personnel. And the one standing to Mu Bailian's left was Du Shuyun, whose grandfather was the current Prime Minister Du Ruoxu."

As soon as Wenzhe finished speaking, Du Shuyun on the field intercepted the attack of one of the members of the blue team, and the ball fell to the ground, and the game started again.

"Your Highness, Prince Qi, I'm sorry. It was my mistake."

Yan Lang smiled without showing any anger. He raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the young man who lost the ball, and said comfortingly: "It's okay, the opponent is very strong, just do your best."

At this time, the score on the field is still 1:0, and the Red Team has the upper hand. It is really difficult to score more goals within the time of an incense stick.

While waiting for the game to start again, Mu Bailian stood below Yan Qingchen, wiped his sweat, and said with a little pride: "Brother Yan, it looks like we are sure to win this round."

"Master Mu, it's too early to be happy." Xue Huaiming narrowed his eyes slightly, not smiling, "It's not the last moment of the game yet, and the winner is still to be determined."

At the beginning of the game, the blue team took the initiative to land the Cuju. In the third round, the blue team finally took the initiative and the red team quickly returned to defense.

"Damn it, you really shouldn't get too carried away." Mu Bailian spat.

Yan Qingchen turned around and glared at him, then scolded him in a low voice: "Focus on the game."

This time, Yan Lang, Xue Huaiming and two other teenagers were the main attackers, and another young man named Ning was specifically watching Yan Qingchen's direction to prevent him from having a chance to touch the ball.

With a high pass, the cuju was passed from Xue Huaiming's feet to Yan Lang in the distance. He used his feet and knees to prevent the cuju from touching the ground.

"Pay attention to your position, return to defense, return to defense."

The competition on the field was fierce. Several times, the blue team's Cuju was almost snatched away by the red team. When it reached a short distance in front of the goal, it was shot straight at the red team's goal. Lin Hao made a desperate save...

"Ding-ling ding-ling—the blue team advances." The blue flag waved.

The score was tied at 1:1.

Bai Zhi's mood hung in the balance as the score hung in the balance. She turned to Wenzhe and asked, "Azhe, do you think Brother Yan and the others can win?" As for the Cuju game, she didn't know much about how it was played. She just felt that everyone was very skilled in using the ball, and whether it was kicking, bouncing or heading, they seemed to be able to grasp the direction and strength. In her eyes, everyone's skills were about the same.

Wenzhe looked at Yan Qingchen who had taken the fourth move and said with a smile, "Qingchen's Cuju skills are well-known in Sheng'an. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely win."

"That's great." Bai Zhi's face lit up with joy. "But I wonder what the reward is after winning?"

Wenzhe shook his head: "I don't know about that. They had already started to split into teams when I arrived."

So, this couldn't be a friendly match, could it? Bai Zhi didn't believe it. After all, the ladies led by Aunt Cui were too conspicuous, their eyes fixed on a certain person on the field.

"Perhaps it has something to do with the selection of a bride?"

Bai Zhi muttered something in a low voice, but Wen Zhe didn't hear clearly because of the noise around them. He tilted his head and asked with his eyes, but Bai Zhi just smiled and shook his head.

On the field, the Cuju was on Yan Minghe, and Mu Bailian was moving below him to block his opponent. Yan Qingchen, who was supposed to be near the goal, was restrained by two players from the blue team. Yan Minghe's physical strength could no longer support his long-distance shot. He looked around and made a fake move to pass the Cuju to Mu Bailian. He was the closest to the goal on the red team at the moment. Yan Minghe passed the Cuju to him in the hope that Mu Bailian could hit the ball over the goal.

The moment Mu Bailian took the Cuju, his eyes met with Yan Qingchen's in the air. The tacit understanding they had cultivated over the years allowed him to make a decision in an instant.

Everyone thought that Mu Bailian would shoot directly at the goal, and the goalkeeper of the blue team also focused his attention on him. However, in just two breaths, Mu Bailian's kick originally aimed at the goal deviated towards Yan Qingchen.

Catch the ball, shoot...

"Ding-ling, ding-ling—the red team scores another goal."

The score was 2:1, and the incense stick was almost burning out, indicating the outcome was already decided.

The Prince team won the first game and there was a quarter-hour break at halftime. During this time, each team discussed whether to replace players and continue the game, and the venue was rotated.

Bai Zhi's gaze jumped between the red and blue teams. After a while, Yan Qingchen actually walked straight towards them. When he stopped, the people around him had dispersed on their own accord, and the place became much quieter.

Yan Qingchen sat down beside Bai Zhi, still a little out of breath.

Bai Zhi took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and handed it to him to wipe his sweat. She asked, "Brother Yan, why are you here?"

"I won't be playing in the next game, so I'll naturally come here to rest."

Wenzhe smiled in understanding, but Baizhi was confused. Her eyes flickered between their faces, and she couldn't help but ask, "Why? Now that we've won the first round, shouldn't we press on and win by two out of three?"