Zhou Feiran led Lin Huan and galloped all the way to the training ground in the west before stopping, followed by the son of the aristocratic family.
"Zhou Feiran, let's play polo! You bring Miss Lin with you!" Someone from the aristocratic family sent a message to clearly arrange the next thing to do.
Immediately, someone kindly asked Lin Huan, "Can Miss Lin play polo?"
Lin Huan was silent for two seconds, and was about to answer.
The man said again, "It doesn't matter if you will, there is a master sitting behind you, just let him take you!"
Immediately, someone followed and made a fuss.
Lin Huan blushed instantly, not daring to look back at Zhou Feiran.
There was silence for a while.
When the princes of the aristocratic families were preparing to start playing polo, Zhou Feiran leaned forward slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Can you play polo?"
Lin Huan felt the breath gushing out from behind him, his back straightened all of a sudden, his face blushed, and he replied in a low voice, "I will."
Zhou Feiran let out a "hmm", followed by another moment of silence.
Lin Huan twisted the hem of his clothes, thinking wildly, nothing dissatisfied with her statement, maybe he likes a lady who can play polo, do you want to change it? Will you dislike yourself for dragging him down? Or else open your mouth first and find a step down?
Just when Lin Huan was hesitating, Zhou Feiran's deep voice once again revealed every strand of hair, and spread to Lin Huan's ears along the wind.
"Sit down, I'll come."
Lin Huanxin suddenly stopped for half a beat, and the joy burst out of her heart in an instant. The sudden sense of security swept away all the wild thoughts before.
She nodded and said "hmm".
Zhou Feiran didn't speak any more, rode his horse and brought Lin Huan into the team. There were a total of six princes from aristocratic families, and they formed teams of three or three to play against each other.
Lin Huan sat upright, like a statue, for fear of disturbing Zhou Feiran.
Zhou Feiran's strength is indeed extraordinary, bending his body, leading the polo to charge all the way, and then swinging his pole, he stably hit the ball, attracting bursts of applause!
"General Zhou! Great shot!"
"It's ok! This beauty is lying down, Zhou Feiran, you guys are playing harder and harder!"
Lin Huan blushed, bit her lower lip, hesitated for a while, and congratulated, "Good fight."
Zhou Feiran let out a casual "Yeah", and rode his horse back to lead Lin Huan to fight the next game.
? One to two to go, galloping from left to right to attack, dribbling the ball and scoring consecutively, won the applause of the whole house.
Lin Huan sat on the horse's back, blushing slightly, and could feel the high-spirited and wanton high-spiritedness of the people behind him, and she, too, could be infected with the joy from the heart.
The boys and girls who were chatting in the front also came to watch after hearing the joy here. Before the game, they saw a hearty manager's competition. The superb skills made people amazed and feasted their eyes.
"Zhou Feiran! How is it? It's not worse than the one you just had, right?!"
The aristocratic son who invited Lin Huan at the beginning waved the club in his hand, showing off to Zhou Feiran the goal he scored in one go just now, full of pride.
Carrying the ball, passing five levels and killing six generals, and finally with a sudden swing, the polo soared into the air and went straight into the frame, which is wonderful.
Zhou Feiran is not a stingy person either, he praised him sincerely, "Not bad, good shot!"
Hearing Zhou Feiran's praise, the son-in-law was even more elated, this is also the best ball he has played in these years, how can he not be complacent?
"Where is Miss Lin? How do you feel?"
Lin Huan smiled and spoke quite well, repeating Zhou Feiran's words, "Not bad, good shot."
Brother Young Master grinned, full of joy, but he didn't let Zhou Feiran and Lin Huan go, rode the horse closer, and asked jokingly, "Compared with Zhou Feiran, who is stronger?"
Lin Huan was stunned for two seconds, never expecting to ask such a straightforward question.
Zhou Feiran's face behind him was a little stiff. On the one hand, he glared at the young master, scolding him for being talkative, and on the other hand, he quietly waited for Lin Huan's next words, feeling a little nervous and excited.
Thinking about the balls just now, although they scored a lot, none of them were as exciting as that man's balls just now, lacking dazzling skills, most of them were rampant and reckless.
Facing Zhou Feiran's angry stare, Young Master curled his lips and pretended not to notice. After waiting for a while, seeing Lin Huan blushing and not making a sound, he thought it was because of shyness, adding to her identity.
It was not good to embarrass her any longer, so he took the initiative to ease the atmosphere.
But not yetmouth.
The gentle and pleasant voice over there came over like a spring breeze.
"When it comes to scoring goals, General Zhou is better, but when it comes to skill, the young master's goal just now is better. Therefore, Huan'er can't judge who is higher and who is lower, but can only say that they are evenly divided."
Brother Young Master laughed out loud, as if very satisfied. "Miss Lin is to the point, and she doesn't favor anyone!"
I thought it would be biased towards Zhou Feiran, so that there would be topics to tease. If I was biased towards myself because of embarrassment, I could still tease Zhou Feiran. Unexpectedly, no one will be offended, but people have nowhere to start.
Lin Huan curled his mouth and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that it might cause unnecessary trouble, that's all he could say.
After all, Zhou Feiran has already annoyed her now, if he caused trouble, he might be upset again.
It's just that the surrounding air is a little low for some reason, pressing on people's hearts, and a little lost.
The young master chatted for a few more words, then yelled to save energy, and when it officially started, he would show off his demeanor again, so he called everyone to rest for a while, thinking about it, the banquet was about to start.
Zhou Feiran led Lin Huan back slowly, without saying a word, the surrounding air was still low.
Perhaps it was because of his slow walking, he slowly left the team. fell last.
Lin Huan felt the low air pressure. At first, he wondered where it came from. After finding the source, he was also a little worried, uneasy and uneasy. Thinking back to what he said, I wonder if that sentence made him unhappy?
Still not happy about ending early? Or are you unhappy about not scoring the last goal? Wasn't happy with her at or from the start?
Lin Huan couldn't figure it out, and wanted to look back at Zhou Feiran's expression, but just tilted his head.
So Zhou Feiran scolded him in a cold voice, "Turn around and be careful."
Lin Huan was so frightened that he shuddered, and quickly sat upright, not daring to move any more, and gave a soft, soft "hmm".
Zhou Feiran looked at the white jade hairpin on Lin Huan's hair, and for some reason suddenly felt inexplicably in a bad mood, his chest was stuffy, and he was panicking. Seeing Lin Huan angry, seeing that aristocratic son getting angry even more, seeing who was not pleasing to his eyes, It's just unspeakably boring.
There was silence for a while.
The air pressure around Zhou was getting lower and lower, until Zhou Feiran put Lin Huan down and was about to ride away on horseback, the low pressure still did not dissipate.
Lin Huan looked up at Zhou Feiran, twisted his sleeves with both hands, nervous and worried. Anyway, I want to say something, trying to ease Zhou Feiran's mood. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com