"What's wrong?" Feng Ming couldn't help but feel her heart tighten when she noticed that the person in her arms was a little stiff.
"It's okay!" Bai Xi shook his head and lay softly in Feng Ming's arms, listening to the heartbeat there.
Feng Ming lowered her eyes and looked at the person who seemed to be sleeping with her eyes closed. Her slender fingertips gently touched the small face. Her golden eyes were a little deep. She hoped that he was just an illusion.
"Bai Xi."
"Yes." Bai Xi responded softly, but did not open his eyes.
"Promise me you will never leave me."
"I promise you." She didn't want to leave him.
Her answer seemed to reassure him a lot, and Feng Ming directly held her in his arms and stood up, leaving the pavilion and walking towards the bedroom.
On the second day of school, this was also the place where Cuju was played. In fact, this Cuju competition does not represent a competition between the Feng family and the Murong family, but Feng Chun and Murong Qingchen simply just want to have fun. However, it still attracted everyone's attention. Naturally, the audience was from the Feng family.
Bai Xi appeared in the audience on time. Of course, she was accompanied by the head of the Feng family, Feng Ming. Their arrival surprised many people. According to the past, family heads would never attend games like this.
"Master!" Elders, everyone stood up to greet him respectfully.
"Brother Yue, Brother Ming." Feng Shuangshuang excitedly waved her hands in greeting. Brother Yue really didn't lie to her. She really came to watch her brother's Cuju competition.
Cuju has not yet started at this time, but the players of the two teams can be seen doing final warm-up exercises in their respective rest areas.
The white team is the Feng family Cuju team headed by Feng Chun; the red team is the Murong family Cuju team headed by Murong Qingchen. Although it was just for fun, in the end, the elites of each team were sent out.
Murong Qingchen, who was surrounded by several members of the red team, suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards the auditorium, just in time to meet Bai Xi's gaze. Suddenly, even he didn't notice that his always sharp and clear His eyes twinkled slightly, and his cold facial lines softened a lot.
When Bai Xi saw Murong Qingchen's outfit today, the corners of her mouth raised slightly. The Murong Qingchen she knew always wore gorgeous clothes, but the competition uniform did not let him down. On the contrary, it adds color to him, but why does that red coat feel so strange? In fact, not only Murong Qingchen's red vest, it should be said that the red vests of the entire red team are a bit weird, maybe she is suspicious!
When Murong Qingchen saw the smile on the corner of Bai Xi's mouth, a shallow smile slowly appeared on his face. His smile almost made the team members around him unsteady and fall to the ground.
"Young Master, Young Master..."
Murong Qingchen, who was brought back to his senses, frowned slightly and looked at his team members with an unhappy look on his face. It seemed that he had thought of something again. The unhappy look on his face slowly faded and he returned to his previous rigorous attitude.
"explain."
"Young Master, it's time to go on stage."
"Yeah." Murong Qingchen shook his head to get rid of the messy thoughts just now. He should focus on Cuju now instead of things that disturbed his mind.
"Sister Xiao, why do I feel that the clothes on my brother's and the others look a bit like our bellybands?" Feng Shuangshuang asked with a confused look on her face. Did she see it wrong
"Shh, don't talk nonsense."
"Huh?"
"I heard that those were the game-specific vests specially sent by the family last night to separate the two teams." Xia Yinxiao said softly. In fact, this was what she heard from her grandfather.
"It turns out that a vest can be like this." Feng Shuangshuang said with a look of realization.
After Bai Xi heard their conversation, a smile appeared on her face. No wonder she thought the vest was a bit weird. In fact, Shuangshuang was right. The vest was indeed a bit like a woman's bellyband, but more so than a bellyband. If you buy some cloth, you can call it a vest.
"When did you become so interested in the Cuju competition?" Bai Xi leaned forward and asked softly.
"You like to watch."
"That vest was specially cut by you, right?" She didn't believe that this man would be so kind and specially asked someone to prepare those vests that resembled bellybands for the competition. At best, it was to distinguish the players from the two teams. At worst, he was Just to trick people.
Feng Ming pursed her lips and remained silent, her golden eyes seemingly focused on watching the Cuju competition that was about to begin.
Sure enough, he is a black heart. He has already experienced his evil heart. She no longer wants to experience it anymore. "It's best not to use your evil heart on me." After saying this, Bai Xi straightened his posture and his eyes fell on the field. On the players of both teams on the field.
His golden eyes suddenly flashed, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
The game started with bursts of cheers from everyone.
Naturally, internal strength and lightness skills cannot be used in the game, but every player in it is very fast and has very good dribbling skills. Whether it is low ball, high ball, passing or stopping, their control skills are very good. Familiar with each other, he is indeed the elite of each team. Since the situations of both teams are similar, all that remains is the tacit understanding of cooperation. Whichever team has more tacit understanding will have a greater chance of winning.
Feng Shuangshuang suddenly walked to the front of the auditorium and shouted loudly, "Brother, come on! Come on, white team!"
Immediately afterwards, another burst of cheering sounded in the air. Although the audience this time were all members of the Feng family, there were also fans cheering for the red team.
"Brother Yue, do you think who is more powerful, brother Yue or brother Qingchen?" Feng Shuangshuang stopped shouting and came to Bai Xi's side. Her voice was already a little hoarse, but after drinking a glass of water, she felt much better.
"They're all great."
"Ah? Which brother, Yue, do you think will win or Qingchen?"
"Who does Shuangshuang think will win?" Bai Xi asked without answering.
"Of course I want my brother to win!" Feng Shuangshuang said happily like a child.
Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers from the stadium. Looking up, it turned out that the white team had just scored a goal.
"Haha, brother is so awesome!" Feng Shuangshuang laughed loudly.
However, it didn't take long for the red team to catch up and score a very beautiful goal.
Murong Qingchen and Feng Chun are both very skilled in the game and equally powerful, but their playing styles are completely different. Murong Qingchen's is more steady and mature, while Feng Chun's is more casual and very sophisticated. No matter how they play, their skills are very efficient, which is very admirable.
"Do you like Cuju?" Feng Ming, who had been watching the ball silently, suddenly spoke up, his golden eyes staring directly at Bai Xi's somewhat shiny black pupils.
"Huh? It's not that I like it, but it's not that I hate it either."