Chapter 53：

There are two official schools in the capital, one is Guozixue, and the other is Taixue. +++All Tanmei novels: www.novelhall.com That night, the news of Guozixue was somehow spread to Taixue. The head teacher of Taixue brazenly sent out a unilateral invitation for cooperation and formed four teams. The Cuju team intends to compete with Guozixue in front of Sheng Shang tomorrow.

What fun is there for people in your school to play by themselves? Bring us together! Our students are very powerful and good at playing football!

In finding the unpleasant piece for Guozixue, too much scholarship is so confusing.

On the second day, the holy master arrived. The holy master was wearing ordinary clothes and sitting in a covered pavilion. It was still cold at this time. None of the servants and ministers of civil and military affairs dared to let the master blow more. Cold wind.

Only the side of the pavilion facing the arena was vacated, and the brazier was piled aside. At this time, the game had not yet started, but the side of the stadium was already crowded with people who had heard the news.

These people, squeezing their heads and want to see the Holy One.

The noise outside the venue is noisy, and it will break through the sky after the excitement. Some people climbed up to the tree and stretched their necks to look into the venue.

Tang Mian, the son of Hubu Shangshu, clenched his fists and felt a little numb. He only felt that his (chest xiong) mouth was full of tension. After looking at the pavilion of the saint in the distance, the tension turned into a raging fighting spirit.

His good friend Pyeongchang Hou Shizi was talking to Tang Mian nervously at this time: "I think my calf is cramping."

Tang Mian was surprised, "Knead it quickly, the game will begin in a while, we have to play it beautifully for the holy!"

"I'm nervous just because I know that the sage is here," Pyeongchang Hou Shizi said bitterly. "My father heard that I was going to play for the sage today, and he called me up early in the morning before it turned up. I'm all tired after playing boxing and running."

Tang Mian was dumb, he turned left and right anxiously, "Your dragon is playing well, but you can't be without you."

Hou Shizi Pyeongchang couldn't help feeling triumphant. He swayed his legs hard, hissed: "I will rub it first."

Most of the people who played Cuju on the court were boys who had not yet bowed. Hearing that the saint was coming, there are still so many people around who are watching. Although there is some stage fright, excitement and excitement account for the majority.

"It's still a bit cold outside, but these boys are not afraid," Gu Yuanbai wore a fox fur with white (color) fluff around his face. "Look, they are all in thin shirts."

Tian Fusheng felt sorry for the sage, and carefully warmed up a pot of tea for him. "When I run, I sweat, but I get cold easily after sweating. After all, I am young and can bear it."

"Order to go down, and give me a bowl of **** soup when the kick is over, let the people in the university pay attention, don't lose too much."

"Yes." Tian Fusheng gave orders.

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The match between the two universities was naturally eye-catching. The sound of cheers and annoyance spread all the way to another hill not far away.

Chu Weizheng was walking with his classmates and saw this lively scene from a distance. The classmate smiled and said, "If it wasn't for me that I really didn't have any interest in Cuju, I would also go there to make fun."