The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1331

Chapter 1331: 649 The next outcome

Everyone: "..."

By the end of the sixth round, the score was seventeen to seventeen, a tie.

Gu Jiao didn’t score much; she usually passed the ball to Mu Qingchen, but she still managed to become the center of attention through sheer skill.

"Why is he like that?"

In Xiao Hen’s Pavilion, a female student murmured.

Another female student said, "But watching Young Master Qingchen win the game makes me so happy."

The third female student said with a giggly smile, "That’s true, they work so well together! They’re really a perfect match!"

Xiao Hen’s face darkened.

In the pavilion next door, Er Ye Jing was also astonished by Gu Jiao’s flashy moves; having watched the sport for many years, he’d never seen anyone blatantly stealing moves and excelling this much.

"Big brother, did you see that? This kid... oh my goodness!"

Er Ye Jing was in mid-sentence when he turned his head to see his own big brother actually wide-eyed, with a stare so intent and fiery, it startled him so much he flipped onto the floor!

He had just been ranting to his big brother without really expecting him to open his eyes; it was indeed frightening.

"No."

Regaining his composure, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sat down on the cushion, his heart still pounding, "When did you open your eyes, big brother? You could’ve made a sound... though it seems you can’t... never mind."

His big brother had become a living dead man, basically unable to hear him speak.

Occasionally he would open his eyes, but it was just an unconscious gesture; he actually couldn’t see anything.

All of this, he understood.

"Big brother, are you hot? Shall I fan you?"

As he spoke, he picked up the folding fan from the table and started fanning in front of his big brother.

The Duke’s line of sight was completely blocked by the fan.

As Er Ye Jing fanned, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, as if someone was trying to kill him?

The competition started its seventh round on the field.

Xu Ping didn’t know whether it was because Gu Jiao had learned his unique skills, or because he didn’t dare to use them anymore, but either way, he played relatively conservatively in this round.

He thought Gu Jiao would be as conservative as he was.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

Gu Jiao only learned the good stuff; she didn’t learn the bad!

Tianqiong Academy launched an offensive, consecutively taking two pieces.

Qingyue Academy called a timeout: "Substitute."

Nangong Lin and his teammates returned to the waiting area, where the master of Qingyue Academy asked, "What kind of playing was that? Why didn’t you attack?"

Xu Ping was at a loss for words.

The master said, "Xu Ping, take a break for a bit. You can play in the last round."

Xu Ping sighed, "Understood."

The player Qingyue Academy sent to replace him was also a decent cuju player, but he was better at defense, so Nangong Lin took Xu Ping’s place as the main striker.

He gave Gu Jiao on the field a cold look.

He would not let this kid succeed; he would score, he would win this match.

"I need to go to the lavatory," he said to the master.

"Go ahead, but make it quick. You’re up soon," the master reminded.

"Understood."

Nangong Lin left the waiting area, and Tianqiong Academy’s team was waiting on the other side.

He snapped his fingers, and a covert guard swiftly came to his side, bowing and saying, "Young Master!"