"Everyone, why not change the gameplay. We put two door openings on each side, and then each of them stands on one side and kick the ball into the opponent's door opening."

"Even if you win."

Zhao Lang talked about the general way to play in later generations.

Of course, there are no complicated regulations.

After listening to it, Young Master Gao's eyes lit up and said,

"Young Master Lang, you still have a vague way of playing the game!"

At the beginning of Cuju, it was used to train soldiers. Zhao Lang said with a smile.

"Let's try it first and see how it works."

So, the first chaotic Cuju match kicked off.

"What are you doing when you kick me?"

"Damn! Pass! You won't be able to use your hands if you can't kick it!"

"Hold it and run! Throw it in! Throw it!"

"Ah! The ball is in! The ball is in!"

Zhao Lang, who was standing beside him, looked at the chaotic and familiar situation in the field, and felt a little relieved.

Zhao Lang is still a little selfish here, so he doesn't believe it.

I started practicing two thousand years ahead of schedule, and how can I still be like that in the future?

Time for the game always passes quickly. When Zhao Lang returned to his room, it was almost dark.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Ji Wushuang, but I still looked at the letter.

"You looked at it for an afternoon?"

Zhao Lang said in surprise that this person was too real.

Ji Wushuang pouted in grievance, just about to say something.

I saw Zhao Lang pick up the cold porridge on the table, and drink it all in one go. He said,

"You go and rest quickly, I'll do it."

Ji Wushuang said a little stutteringly,

"how are you feeling?"

Zhao Lang wiped his mouth and said casually.

"It feels quite..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes closed and fell softly.

Fortunately, Ji Wushuang had quick eyes and quick hands, so he directly knocked Zhao Langheng to pick him up.

I looked at Zhao Lang in my arms, and then at the bed.

Ji Wushuang bit her beautiful lips and said to herself,
Chapter completed!