Chapter 293 - She Had Never Been Convinced By Others In Terms of Competing In Luck
The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter
There was no doubt about the outcome.
Ye Simingâs team won.
The blue team surrounded Ye Siming and spoke excitedly.
This was the first time they had won against Song Qiyuan!
This was also the first time Song Qiyuanâs team had lost.
And they had lost to a group of eight or nine-year-old children!
This was a friendly competition, to begin with. If someone was dissatisfied, they wouldnât express it directly on the surface.
Song Qiyuan walked towards Ye Siming. He looked handsome and there was still sweat on his forehead.
Song Qiyuanâs smile was very cold. âYoung Master Ye is indeed skilled. Youâre indeed as amazing as the rumors say.â
Ye Siming looked at him calmly. âYouâre not bad either.â
Usually, it didnât matter who won or lost.
Ye Siming didnât think much of this.
But this time was different.
His gaze swept towards the stands. Gu Nuoâer was still waving her small hands and jumping up and down.
Ye Siming let out a stifled smile. He didnât plan on talking to Song Qiyuan anymore and turned to walk toward the stands.
When Gu Nuoâer saw Ye Siming coming, she pounced over immediately.
âElder Brother Siming, youâre just great!â The childâs eyes lit up and she didnât forget to raise her pink thumb to show encouragement.
Ye Siming lowered his eyes and chuckled. âWhereâs the candy?â
Gu Nuoâer reached into her pocket and was about to give him the candy she had agreed on.
At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Ye Siming.
âPrincess Yaoguang is smart. She only said a few encouraging words in the stands and Young Master Ye went all out.â
Gu Nuoâerâs long eyelashes fluttered as she looked up.
Song Qiyuan followed Ye Siming without changing out of his clothes.
His face was handsome and a little cold.
However, compared to Ye Simingâs coldness, there was a hint of impetuousness.
He was probably feeling indignant after losing!
Of course, Song Qiyuan felt a little uncomfortable.
After all, he had never lost when playing cuju in the past.
Regardless of whether it was war or anything else, he had always been outstanding.
This youth, Ye Siming, seemed to have appeared out of thin air a few years ago.
Song Qiyuan had always wanted the title of Young Master Bai Ze, but he had always been lacking.
However, he didnât expect Ye Siming to directly reject the thing he had always wanted.
And now, he had even lost to Ye Siming in cuju!
This made his competitive personality a little unbearable.
Gu Nuoâer pouted and said in a soft voice, âOh, but the older sister from the Song family was also shouting very loudly. Why didnât this older brother work hard?â
Song Qiyuan was stunned. He didnât expect that even though Gu Nuoâer looked innocent and cute, she was also smart enough and refused to lose out.
He chuckled with a hint of teasing.
âMy sister, Youqing, has always wanted to get to know the princess. Since the two of you are here today, why donât the two of you go down and play cuju together? Just take it as making a friend.â
Before Gu Nuoâer could say anything, Ye Siming said coldly, âThe princess doesnât have time.â
The child stood beside Ye Siming and watched, feeling that Song Qiyuan was a little petty.
He had lost to Elder Brother Siming, but he wanted his sister to win against her and to get back.
He had really underestimated Baby Nuo!
Gu Nuoâer reached out her small hand. âWhereâs the ball?â
Song Qiyuan quickly got someone to bring it over and asked, âHow does the princess want to play? Youqing is a few years older than you. Let her give way to you first.â
Everyone knew that Song Youqing was born into a martial arts family, so she was naturally not bad at playing cuju.
This was clearly an attempt to bully a child.
Ye Simingâs gaze had already become deep and cold, suffused with an extremely unhappy color.
However, Gu Nuoâer didnât waste her breath on Song Qiyuan at all. She took the ball from him.
She stood in the stands and suddenly kicked out.
The ball drew a beautiful parabola in the air.
Then, it landed steadily in the net.