For days on end, the young emperors indulged in the craze of cuju.
In the school hall bobbing and passing the ball, already can not satisfy the enthusiasm of the cubs, after the school, the fifth prince took two younger brothers to cuju field.
Field training!
"Brother is here today to teach you how cuju is really played." The Fifth Prince held a luscious gold silk and bamboo bone sheepskin ball and casually tossed it, his index finger topping it off with a forthright fingertip spin.
"Awesome!" The Sixth Prince raised a pair of small fists, ever the first to champion his fifth brother.
The Seventh Prince stood beside the Sixth Prince.
When entering the field, the Fifth Prince was worried that he was distracted and had the eunuch take away his little frog toy, so the Seventh Prince was a bit bewildered at the moment, tilting his little bun face up, looking at the ball in the Fifth Brother's hand for a while, and then looking at the goal set up in the center of the field, looking slightly novel, but not yearning for it.
After spending so many days together, Xue Yao already had a preliminary understanding of this little fat cub.
But all games that require movement, the Seventh Prince does not aspire to any of them!
One couldn't blame the Seventh Prince for being lazy; cubs of his tonnage weren't generally big on exercise.
"What about cuju, there are two main ways to play." The Fifth Prince explained while playing tricks.
He tossed the ball, elbowed it, then caught it with his index finger and spun it around in flight, causing the Sixth Prince to jump in adoration!
"One type of play is fancy play, called 'white play'." The Fifth Prince explained, "This type of play is less competitive and can be considered a performance form of Cuju, looking at the player's basic skills of ball control, you can change the pattern to keep the ball from crashing to the ground, and the first to hit the ground counts as a loss."
"The other way of playing is called 'building a ball'." The Fifth Prince raised his hand and pointed to the goal in the center of the field, "Simply put, it means that you have to kick the ball into the eye of the wind stream, and the game will be divided into two teams of twelve or sixteen people each. This will be discussed in detail later, let's first practice basic ball control, also known as 'white striking'."
"Good eh!!!" The Sixth Prince excitedly raised a pair of small fists!
The Seventh Prince was staring at the bird standing in the upper left corner of the goal and was fuming.
The Fifth Prince looked at the Seventh Prince with a gaze filled with oppression.
The Seventh Prince looked back with a heartbeat.
The brothers stared at each other in silence for a moment.
The seventh prince's aura fell, and eventually raised a pair of small fat hands to fifth brother with difficulty, breathlessly cooperating, "Good eh ......"
The Fifth Prince gave a satisfied nod.
Xue Yao: "......"
That little fat cub is obviously not interested, don't let him fool you Fifth Highness!
The three young royals have a ball in each hand.
The Fifth Prince handsomely lifted the hem of his coat and tucked the corners of his shirt into his side belt for easy kicking.
The Sixth Prince followed suit, carefully bending over to lift the hem of his coat and tuck it into his belt.
The Seventh Prince stared at his two brothers for a while, and with a lowered head, unbuckled his belt.
Xue Yao: "......"
Don't be a hooligan all of a sudden! Why are you undoing your belt when others are closing their hemlines?
Because the eunuchs and maids were all standing outside the arena and there was no one to wait on them, Xue Yao had to go forward and help the Seventh Prince fasten his belt and tuck the corner of his coat into the fat cub's side waist.
In addition to Xue Yao, there were two other companions in the field participating in the practice.
After listening carefully to the explanation of the fifth prince, the group began the first round of the bobblehead competition.
The first one to step forward was naturally the most aggressive Sixth Prince, who threw the ball up, lifted his foot, and managed to kick it away.
It's only upside down for a bit and then it's over!
The Fifth Prince stepped forward and patted his brother on the shoulder, "Old Six still needs to work hard."
The Sixth Prince eagerly asked, "Can we do it again?"
"No way oh." The Fifth Prince was very strict, "If you don't play well in this round, you'll come back in the next round, everyone only has one chance."
The Sixth Prince nodded in a lost manner.
The Seventh Prince was up next.
The little chubby pup walked to his designated spot with the ball in his arms and didn't move.
"Old Seven, start!" The Fifth Prince urged.
The Seventh Prince held the ball and muttered, "Old Seven has begun."
The Fifth Prince encouraged, "Good! Begin!"
Seventh Prince: "Okay, here we go."
However the fat pup still held the ball and didn't move.
Fifth Prince: "Begin Old Seven!"
Seventh Prince: "Here we go Old Seven."
Xue Yao couldn't look away.
I guess he was the only one in the whole room who understood what the chubby little cub meant.
The Seventh Prince means: he has started.
"Your Highness, you can't just hold the ball, you have to turn it upside down." Xue Yao calmly explained the rules to the little fat cub.
The Seventh Prince's condition field lowered his head, shook the ball in his hand, and muttered a repetition of the rule that the Fifth Prince had said at the beginning, "The first to land counts as a loser."
As long as it doesn't hit the ground, Your Highness wins!
Particularly telling!
"That's not what I meant!" The Fifth Prince was super pissed off that his cunning brother had drilled a hole in his logic!
"The rule is to keep turning the ball over! No holding still! No touching the ball with your hands!"
The Seventh Prince sighed regretfully.
Xue Yao: "......"
You're a bad boy! You even want to play tricks on your own brother!
The Seventh Prince is starting to turn the ball over.
With a small hand, the ball flies into the air--
Xue Yao's heart tightened violently.
It's starting!
The talent from Long Ao Tian is going to rock the house!
In the original, when the seventh prince was thirteen years old, the first time he took part in the cuju sparring match, he shocked the whole audience with his amazing stance and performance, and the servants all said that the seventh highness never practiced football on weekdays.
What is Dragon Pride? This is!
The ball in mid-air dipped lightly, was lifted up by an elbow of the Seventh Prince, flew to the left, and was again lifted by his left arm-
Due to the incorrect application of force, the ball was angled and flew to the side!
The Seventh Prince had absolutely no intention of chasing the ball to remedy the situation, but simply stretched out his left foot and seized the last opportunity to kick at the ball that was about to fall to the ground, kicking it away.
"Upside down three times, not bad." The Fifth Prince smiled in encouragement.
Xue Yao: "......"
That's a lie! Only three times?
How could a Dragon Pride pup be such a dish!
Princess Shio definitely switched children secretly, didn't she!
"Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-pah-" The Seventh Prince began to give himself a hearty round of applause, "Old Seven is first!"
Xue Yao: "......"
This winning heart is something that matches the original King Ning, only there is a terrible discrepancy in strength.
"Next round! Next round!" His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince in second place blushed, actually losing to the Seventh Brother who had never participated in the training, simply losing face!
"The next round hasn't started yet." The Fifth Prince patiently said, "Ah Yao, Fang Qi, and Xiao Mu, you guys come too."
Xue Yao answered and stepped out.
He's not very good at turning the ball over with his elbows and shoulders, but very good at turning the ball over with his feet.
The passing tricks the Fifth Prince played were all left over from his days.
After puberty, most of the boys have relied on these fancy to attract the attention of female classmates, Xue Yao is no exception, in his last life a breath of a hundred or eighty it is not a problem.
I just don't know if I'm used to using this eight-year-old body.
This ball is a little smaller than a soccer ball, the weight is also light, although it is also blown, but the interior has a bamboo bone and gold silk, the elastic feel is very different from a modern soccer ball.
With the mood of trying, Xue Yao was the first to step out, throwing the ball, lifting the foot, once, twice, three times ......
XLVI, XLVII, XLVIII ......
The people around them were dumbfounded!
There is actually a cuju master hidden in the companion!
Xue Yao was kicking his ass and didn't notice the surprise around him.
He was a little excited in his heart, not realizing that the memory of ball control was still there even though he had changed his body.
Although he wasn't quite used to the first few bumps, with the different size and weight and elasticity of the ball, it didn't take long for him to get completely used to it.
At the moment, the soccer ball was like a magnet, always attracted by the back of his foot and steady.
"You sure kicked ass!" The Fifth Prince clapped his hands, his eyes full of joy, "Why didn't you say so earlier? I was worried that there weren't many people who could kick!"
"Your Highness has flattered me." Xue Yao bobbled the ball while humbly saying, "I've only practiced some carving skills on the back of my feet, and I don't know how to do any of the elbow and shoulder balls ......"
Before he finished his words, his afterglow suddenly noticed that beside the Fifth Prince - the Seventh Prince was already grudgingly squatting on the ground and drawing circles.
His Highness's first place was snatched away from him by Yao Yao!
Xue Yao hurriedly stopped bobbing the ball and caught it with his hand, making excuses to admit defeat: "I can't kick anymore."
It's too late for everything.
The deadly careful cub had beamed!
However, after that, the two companions came on and also turned over seven or eight balls, all of which crushed the Seventh Prince.
Only then did the Seventh Prince resign himself to his fate, walking despondently to the Sixth Prince and solemnly instructing, "Brother don't give up on kicking the ball."
Otherwise no one would have padded for the Seventh Prince!
The Sixth Prince thought that his brother was encouraging him and was instantly moved, "I won't! I'm going to keep practicing hard, you work hard with brother too, okay?"
Xue Yao's heart broke as he watched.
When he grows up, the warm baby Sixth Prince is afraid that he can be played to death by this dark belly brother!
"Yo, brothers are here?" A conspiratorial greeting suddenly came from outside the field.
Xue Yao's back went cold, and the original owner's memory helped him recognize the owner of the voice.
The Third Prince, wearing a dark green cuju suit with a ball under his arm, led the Fourth Prince and a group of attendants into the cuju arena with a loose posture.
As soon as the seventh prince heard this voice, the tips of his little ears twitched, followed by a panicked circle, hiding behind the sixth prince, his chubby little body trembling slightly in fear.
"Even the old seven have coaxed out? Hey yo ~" the third prince a face of ridicule, and the fourth prince beside him exchanged a look: "can be really difficult to people, foreign barbarians where to kick our Daqi cuju?"
Xue Yao's heart was pounding, and her afterglow couldn't help but look at the little fat cub hiding behind the Sixth Prince.
I hope this little cub doesn't understand barbarian.
The seventh prince was at least half royal blood, and the third prince's words were too bold.
The normally lively three young emperors all seemed to have turned into statues at this moment.
The Fifth Prince stood not far away with a pale face, gazing dejectedly at the Third Prince's side face, not daring to move a muscle.
The Sixth Prince stared at the opposite Third Prince like a stake, his small mouth slightly open, and it was evident that there was a bit of a look of awe.
"Old Seven?" The Third Prince smiled and took a step towards the Sixth Prince, dangling and speaking, "Why are you avoiding Third Brother? Come over, third brother feeds you delicious food, ah, hahahahahaha!"
The Seventh Prince shook even more.
As the Third Prince approached, the Sixth Prince began to shiver as well, but instead of dodging, he shivered his hands and slightly opened his arms, shielding his seventh brother behind him as if he were a chicken.
"Yo, Old Six is playing eagle and chicken with me?" The Third Prince smiled at the Fourth Prince beside him, "Then let's play?"
The Fourth Prince fawned and clapped his hands, "Come on!"
A hint of viciousness flashed in the eyes of the Third Prince, reaching out to tug on the Sixth Prince's arm, dragging him to his heels without any lightness or weight!
"Ah!" The Sixth Prince let out a cry in pain, his eyes reddening.
"Your Highness!"
Xue Yao's brain was blank, so he just stood up and pulled the Sixth Prince behind him to protect him.
What palace rules identity punishment, all thrown to the back of the head!
The Third Prince let go of the Sixth Prince's arm and looked over with impatient eyes.
Only then did Xue Yao's sanity return, his teeth chattered, but he still raised a curt smile, "It's been a long time since I've seen Your Highness, I miss you so much!"
The Third Prince narrowed his eyes slightly, "Ah Yao?"