The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 820

Chapter 820: Warmth (2nd Update)

The Zhuang family is so wealthy, as the grandson of the Zhuang’s Grand Preceptor, Ning Wang ought not to lack silver.

This is a pot of golden chives; they must be harvested properly.

"Jiaojiao!"

Little Jingkong hurled himself at Gu Jiao, clinging to her legs.

Gu Jiao collected her thoughts in a second, looked at the little dumpling who had turned into an attachment on her leg, lifted him up, and seeing his sweat-drenched appearance, she asked, "Did you race again today? You’re sweating so much."

"We learned football today!" Little Jingkong said adorably.

Gu Jiao once saw the football of Zhan Country at the grassland of Qinghe Academy; it was similar to the football of her previous life, where both games involve kicking a ball into a goal. However, a football’s goal is known as a "goal" and is quite large, with two on the ground; football in Zhan Country has a goal called "Geng Liuyan," rather small, with only one in the sky, and Geng Liuyan has no net.

In brief, football is a sport highly revered in the six nations as of now.

Gu Jiao took out a handkerchief.

Little Jingkong obediently stretched out his little head.

"How’s your learning going? Can you kick it?" Gu Jiao asked while wiping his sweat.

Little Jingkong nodded like pounding garlic: "I can! I’m really good at it! I was just so close to kicking it into Geng Liuyan!"

...Little Jingkong’s "so close" was half a football field.

It wasn’t really Little Jingkong’s fault; he was just too small with short arms and legs. When he tried to kick out, he hadn’t even reached the ball before tumbling down himself.

Moreover, the Geng Liuyan at the beginner’s school was designed according to the height of most children. They ranged from six to eight years old, but Little Jingkong, who appeared to be only three and a half years old even though he was four, was at a disadvantage.

He had hardly touched the ball afterward because no one would pass it to him!

The little guy was pretty frustrated!

Gu Jiao curled her lips into a smile: "You really kicked it very well?"

Little Jingkong’s eyes widened like cow’s eyes: "Truly, truly! I’ve been kicking it all along!"

"Jingkong! Do you want to come to my house to play football?" _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}