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The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter

Chapter 292 - Ahhh! I Forget That Baby Nuo Mustn't Give Blessings Casually Anymore

Chapter 292: Ahhh! I Forget That Baby Nuo Mustn’t Give Blessings Casually Anymore

Gu Nuo’er took the lead and cheered, giving courage to the girls who wanted to cheer for Ye Siming but didn’t dare to!

They echoed the princess’s voice, each louder than the one before!

In the end, it became Gu Nuo’er’s childish voice shouting, “Ye Siming!”

The other young ladies immediately continued, “Victory!”

The scene was like the sound of war drums being beaten in war. It was very rhythmic.

Ye Siming took the time to turn his head and look at the stands.

Gu Nuo’er’s small figure was like a small butterfly in spring, carrying endless vitality as she stood there with the red banner raised.

Ye Siming slowed down and smiled at Gu Nuo’er.

Jiang Xiaoran was shocked when he saw this. “Siming, be careful!”

Ye Siming didn’t turn around, but turned his head slightly and avoided the ball that had just been kicked over.

The other party knew that Ye Siming was difficult to deal with and wanted to hurt him with the ball.

However, he didn’t expect Ye Siming to be able to dodge it when he was distracted.

Everyone in the game was speechless.

On the stands, under Gu Nuo’er’s lead, the girls let out even louder cries of support.

Someone even said—

“He smiled just now, didn’t he?! It’s really rare for Young Master Ye to smile!”

“He must be smiling at me! He’s looking in my direction!”

“Stop daydreaming. Does he know you?!”

Ye Siming glanced at Gu Nuo’er.

Since he said that he was going to eat candy, he’d definitely win.

He just didn’t know if the little thing was going to say that her throat hurt later on when she was shouting so loudly now.

With this thought in mind, Ye Siming turned around and continued with the competition.

What no one expected was that ever since the young ladies in the stands cheered for Ye Siming in full swing…

The red team had never been able to score a goal.

Even when the ball was about to be kicked into the net-shaped hole, it would only scrape by the side and fly out.

Or, when the ball reached the feet of someone on the red team, it would appear as if it had become extremely slippery and would go around everywhere.

The ball only became obedient when it reached Ye Siming’s feet!

The blue team represented by Ye Siming was actually far ahead in the scoring.

Gu Nuo’er opened her watery eyes and was engrossed in the competition.

Seeing this situation, she probably thought of something.

She suddenly covered her mouth with her small hand and blinked her long eyelashes innocently. “Ahhh I forgot that Baby Nuo mustn’t give blessings casually anymore…”

Would such a competition be considered fair?

The child was sweating profusely and scratched her chubby cheek, feeling troubled.

Song Youqing, who was behind her, felt that it was really strange when she saw her brother being on the losing end so many times!

Her brother was agile, so it was impossible that he couldn’t catch a single ball.

She looked at Gu Nuo’er, who was in front.

Could it be that the little princess’s encouragement had affected her brother’s performance?!

Song Youqing thought for a moment and was extremely certain that this must be the case.

She immediately came to a decision and asked the maidservant to get her a piece of red silk as well.

She wrote, “Song Qiyuan, the most awesome!”

Then, Song Youqing grabbed the red silk and ran to Gu Nuo’er’s side. She led her friends and cheered Song Qiyuan on!

Gu Nuo’er was not to be outdone. She led the other young ladies and shouted ‘Ye Siming, victory’.

On the field, Ye Siming dribbled the ball and Song Qiyuan stood in front of him.

The two of them were a few years apart, but Ye Siming was as tall as Song Qiyuan.

His eyes were cold and his gaze was sharp.

Song Qiyuan’s attitude was also cold as he stood in front of him.

The two of them refused to give in to each other. Noisy cheers came from the stands.

Jiang Xiaoran stood silently at the side, panting heavily.

He scratched his head.

From the beginning until now, Ye Siming had scored 13 goals alone.

They, as his teammates, were basically useless.

Jiang Xiaoran even felt that Ye Siming could deal with Song Qiyuan’s entire team alone.

He had worked too hard today. In the past, he would just play casually.