On the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month, it is a big day for all football fans in Nanjing who love football.

The 36th Ming Dynasty Super League championship battle began on this day.

The teams on both sides ranked first and second in the current standings, and the gap is only one point. Whoever wins is the Super League champion this year. In addition to the trophy, there are also huge prizes offered by the organizers of the Football Association.

Zhu Wenqi felt that he had arrived early, but found that when he arrived, there was no empty space outside the field to park the carriage, so he had to get off the car and walk over with Ning Ji.

Outside the stadium, there were long queues of ticket checks being conducted.

Zhu Wenqi naturally didn't need it. He had an exclusive VIP channel, so he met many acquaintances because of this.

Most of them are uncles or brothers of the same generation at home, and there are many martial arts achievements.

Compared with Zhu Wenqi's familiarity, Ning Ji, who was following closely behind, seemed much nervous because he found that the people he saw at this moment were more terrifying than the other.

The Count did not have much qualifications to greet Zhu Wenqi, and they were mostly marquises, or they were the legitimate sons of the princes in the clan.

After Zhu Wenqi took Ning Ji to Zongxun's exclusive stand, he was stunned before he could sit down.

There was a girl sitting on this sofa that had always belonged to them!

This stand is not without women, but they are all maids serving the powerful and powerful people. Now, a big girl leans on a sofa, and a marten velvet cloak covered her lower abdomen and legs.

"Who is this?"

Zhu Wenqi couldn't imagine which sister he was from, so he had to look at Li Jinglong not far away with confusion, and the latter introduced with a smile.

"The daughter of your Duke, Princess Panshui."

Ma Dajun's daughter Ma Ling?

This identity really surprised Zhu Wenqi. After a while, Ma Ling also stood up and bowed slightly to Zhu Wenqi: "The Second Prince Jin An."

Although it was the first time I met a daughter of the imperial decree here, Zhu Wenqi quickly relaxed and nodded and responded: "Hello Miss Ling, please sit down."

After the two of them greeted each other, Zhu Wenqi settled the nervous Ning Ji first and sat next to Li Jinglong.

"Uncle Li, what's going on?"

Although there are many girls from Daming who sneaked out shopping and the atmosphere is relatively relaxed, no one with the status of an imperial decree like Ma Ling has ever appeared in public, let alone so carelessly and directly ran to the football field where all men were watching the game.

"She came to Nanjing from Yunnan a few months ago."

Li Jinglong whispered: "This girl is really his father. She is so terrible. Don't look thin and handsome. When I first came to the court, my personal guard stopped me and didn't know him. She was knocked down on the spot and almost got kicked off her forearm."

Zhu Wenqi's Adam's apple rolled and swallowed hard.

"I'll tell you another news, this girl is still waiting to be a member of the boudoir."

Li Jinglong continued gossiping: "Now, there are so many bad guys in the Five Military Mansion who are trying to make her a decision."

When Zhu Wenqi heard Li Jinglong say this, he began to look at the Princess Panshui seriously. Not to mention, even from the side face, he was still a beauty. More importantly, he had the heroic spirit that other girls did not possess and a kind of fortitude that belonged to soldiers.

Ma Ling turned her head as if she was feeling, and then looked at Zhu Wenqi. She did not have the shyness of a girl at all, but raised her chin slightly, feeling quite proud.

This made Zhu Wenqi laugh a little. He touched the bridge of his nose, got up, walked to Ningji, sat down, and patted the latter on the shoulder.

"What are you going to be stupid?"

This sudden incident scared Ning Ji. His nervous body shivered. After finding that it was Zhu Wenqi, he let out a sigh and squeezed out a hint of embarrassing smile: "President, I have participated in such occasions before, and I don't know what to talk to people."

"That's something."

Zhu Wenqi comforted: "Don't look at the princes and uncles, that's all empty. You are also a staff member of our student union and a pillar of the country's future. Stand up straight and be bold. You can't say who is higher and lower in the future."

Ning Ji could do this kind of comfort Zhu Wenqi was to keep smiling bitterly.

At this time, the game had not yet begun. Several young noble children were willing to come to Zhu Wenqi and brought wine glasses to toast. Naturally, they saw Ning Ji and asked enthusiastically.

"Your Highness, who is this young master?"

Zhu Wenqi was too lazy to get up for this toast. He sat up and raised his cup of tea to respond casually: "Students from Nanjing University are also the organizational officers of the Student Union, and my buddy."

"Don't respect."

Several second-generation honorary generations made a gesture, and after giving respect to Zhu Wenqi, he gave Ning Ji another cup, which scared the latter to stand up and say he didn't dare.

"Students from Nanjing University are so valuable. Don't be too arrogant with me here, just be as easy as you can."

So what about the second generation? Can the second generation definitely enter Nanjing University?

What good things do you think about? If you can't pass the exam, you won't dare to go to the back door for you if your family is in abolition. If you find out, it is equivalent to the crime of fraud in the imperial examination before the abolition of the imperial examination.

It's going to be beheaded.

Going to school is not the only way out, and there is no absolute fairness. However, going to school is always the best opportunity for poor students like Ningji to stand out and a way to choose.

At least it can be relatively fair.

Faced with the courtesy of the nobles, Ning Ji was obviously unable to bear it. He had just greeted someone for a long time. After he finally greeted him, he sat back next to Zhu Wenqi and let out a long breath. He was on his forehead, and the good guy was sweating all over.

Seeing this, Ning Ji smiled bitterly at Zhu Wenqi: "This is really much more tiring than organizing those activities in the meeting."

Zhu Wenqi laughed and reached out to pat Ning Ji's thigh twice: "Just get used to it. When you graduate, you will know how important the power of your connections is. Why do you need to organize a student union? You have to organize various activities to unite your classmates? It is because the ones from Nanda and Lake will be the backbone of our Ming Dynasty in the future. Growing up will be a rich political resource.

In the past, if you use the region as the party and the same school as the party, the party will be in universities in various provinces in the future. In the future, you will be labeled as the Nanjing University Department when you go through politics and enter the official career in the future."

Compared with Zhu Wenqi, Ning Ji obviously still has many immature aspects. He didn't dare to interrupt such topics rashly, so he had to listen honestly, and nodded frequently with the decent style of a student in front of the teacher.

The two chatted for a while, and at this moment a long whistle sounded.

Cheers were everywhere in the stadium.

The game has begun.
Chapter completed!