am-books Chapter 113
Chapter 113
Zhao Rong stood with her hands on her hips, one foot resting on the cuju ball, and threw a challenging smile at him. “Kid, today I’ll show you what this princess is made of!”
Zong Jincheng clenched his fists, his competitive spirit rising to its peak.
A cuju match?
You’ve met your match!
The little devil king hooked his finger at her, then wagged his index finger in a taunting “you’re not good enough” gesture, upping the ante.
Zhao Rong tilted her head and with a burst of energy, fifteen young maids, all in their teens, lined up behind her.
She turned and said, “Don’t say I’m bullying you. We’re girls, and being five or six years older is perfectly reasonable.”
Zong Jincheng crossed his arms, his tone haughty. “Whatever. I won’t hold back.”
“Good, then let’s get started. We’re called the Princess Team. Have you thought of a name for your team?” Zhao Rong glanced behind him and suggested, “The Rogue Team?”
The young rogues: “...”
Sure, they had that reputation, but who’d be proud of it?
The little devil king snapped back, “The Young Masters Team! Who asked you to name us?”
“Oh, the Young Masters Team... still doesn’t sound as impressive as my Princess Team. Get ready to lose, boys!”
Zong Jincheng rolled his eyes and returned to his team to discuss their positions. He was the best cuju player among them, and Wei Xinglu and the others always followed his lead.
“Wei Xinglu, take the right flank; He Zheng, the left; Lu Fang, guard the left net; Brother, you stay in the center. I’ll take the striker position. Today, we’re going to score ten goals!”
“Got it!”
The Young Masters Team charged forward with unstoppable momentum, a dozen young boys advancing in unison.
Xu Wan sat in the stands, betting with Cui Zhi on who would win.
Cui Zhi, ever frugal, said, “I won’t bet more than ten coins.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn
“Fine, ten coins it is,” Xu Wan looked up at her and sighed, “You’re the one who really knows how to manage this household.”
Cui Zhi remained unmoved, fully embracing her reputation as the frugal one.
“I’m betting on Young Master Cheng. He’s unbeatable in cuju among his peers.”
Xu Wan coughed and said, “Watch, the princess is about to lose her temper.”
Zhao Rong grew more anxious as the game progressed, especially as Zong Jincheng kept scoring right beside her, using all sorts of unconventional techniques that added to her pressure.
Damn it, how is this kid so good at cuju?
Not only was Zhao Rong frustrated, but her teammates were too. Their princess usually just played casually in the palace—she had never faced such a serious match before. Her first real game was turning into a disaster.
Zong Jincheng showed no mercy. Rolling up his sleeves, he played with increasing confidence. With one final leap, he flipped mid-air and sent the ball soaring into the goal.
“Holy cow!” Xu Wan stood up in shock.
She had just been schooled by the little devil king.
“A cuju prodigy!” she couldn’t help but exclaim.
The cuju field erupted with even louder cheers.
“Young Master Zong is unstoppable! The Young Masters Team will win!”
“Insane! Absolutely insane! He’s terrifyingly good!”
Cui Zhi chuckled beside her. “Madam, you’re about to lose. I told you, Young Master Cheng is a master at these games—no mere show-off.”
On the field, Zong Jincheng spotted Xu Wan standing up. He turned to her, fist raised, as if showing off how amazing he was, exuding the confidence of a king ruling the cuju field.
Xu Wan was infected by his confidence and couldn’t help but remark, “So this kid’s confidence isn’t baseless after all.”
Having achieved success in other areas, he was confident he could excel in anything he tried. That confidence carried him through many fields, growing stronger with each victory.
Cui Zhi smiled and said, “Young Master Cheng is also very confident in his studies now. He excels at everything he does.”
Xu Wan chuckled. “A terrifying child.”
She watched the little devil king running across the cuju field, as free and joyful as a rabbit let out of its cage.
Beside him, Zong Wenxiu was also having fun. Though he often fumbled due to lack of experience, Zong Jincheng was always there to save the day, turning every close call into a brilliant scoring opportunity.
The goal, only slightly larger than the cuju ball, was constantly under attack by the Young Masters Team. Before long, they had scored five goals!
“The Young Masters Team! The Young Masters Team! The Young Masters Team!”
The cheerleading squad for the Young Masters Team grew larger, and even the spectators joined in to cheer them on. Meanwhile, the Princess Team remained scoreless, their faces dark with frustration.