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Shi Jin couldn't help but laugh at the words. I was just chatting with the Liao people, and it has escalated to a matter of national righteousness. Is this becoming a serious matter?
Obviously, the little girl had been listening to them for a while and was not happy with their comments, so she spoke up to criticize them.
Shi Jin actually admired the little girl's courage. Bao had a fierce look on his face, and others wouldn't dare to speak out against him.
The little girl, however, is fearless, truly like a newborn calf unafraid of the tiger. But you don't know that tigers like to eat such foolish calves, do you? Looking at the little girl's puffed-up appearance, she appears even more adorable. Shi Jin really wants to pinch her cheek and see if water comes out.
Xiao Yatou looked at Shi Jin's smiling face and became even more angry, saying in a coquettish voice, "Why are you smiling so slyly? Shameless rascal!" Shi Jin couldn't help but laugh at her words, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a serious person again. With a stern expression, he said, "You can eat your meal messily, but you can't speak carelessly. Although you are cute, I can sue you for defamation if you speak nonsense!"
The little girl was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and didn't react for a while. Shi Jin bent down, his face softened, and he smiled as he looked at the little girl, saying, "Take a good look at my face." The little girl was still pondering his previous words, and looked up to size him up when she heard him speak.
"What are you doing?"
Shi Jin asked, "Do you see anything?"
The little girl shook her head in confusion.
"Be careful!"
The little girl's eyes rolled around.
"You have a bit of sleep in the corner of your eye!"
"......"
Shi Jin rolled his eyes in silence and said, "What a big truth! Look at this honest and handsome face of mine, how could I possibly be a spy!"
The little girl opened her mouth in astonishment, feeling a bit confused. Can someone really talk about themselves like that? Looking at Shi Jin's slightly curved lips, she rolled her eyes after a moment and said with a disgusted look, "You really have thick skin!" "Pfft!" The young man beside them couldn't help but laugh.
Shi Jin Laughing out loud. The young man bowed and said, "Sir, you are really humorous." The little girl couldn't hold back her laughter either.
After this, the atmosphere instantly eased. The young man saw that Shi Jin was open-minded, relaxed, and humorous, not at all like a rough martial artist, and couldn't help but feel a fondness. He bowed and said, "I am Wang Huan. This is my younger brother Wang Jin. I heard what the gentleman said just now. Your martial arts skills must be extraordinary."
Shi Jin waved his hand and said, "It's just empty talk. When it comes to action, your true colors are revealed."
The little girl pouted and said, "At least you have some self-awareness. Well, the young can be taught!"
With hands behind his back, he looked quite comical, with an air of self-importance.
Shi Jin Look at this girl, so cute, can't help but want to tease her, but with a glance, I noticed something was wrong. In the crowd, a few men appeared at some point, standing with their arms crossed, coldly watching the guy showing off with the stick.
It is early spring, the weather is still cold, but those few people are baring their chests and wearing their headscarves askew. Judging by their attire, they seem to be hooligans of this season. Among them, one person appears more put-together, with a sturdy, medium build, a dark face with a cold gaze, and he is casually tossing around a leather ball.
Shi JinWhen he saw that face, his eyes narrowed and he exclaimed, "Gao Er... Qiu?"
"Do you know him, Dalang?"
Wang Huan glanced at Shi Jin with a hint of curiosity. Although the young man seemed a bit unconventional, his eyes were clear and focused, indicating he came from a good family. Moreover, his accent suggested he was from another place, so it was strange that he knew the local hooligan.
Shi Jin looked at him and nodded slightly, casually saying, "A couple of days ago, I saw him playing Cuju on the street. He kicked quite well, and I heard people mention his name."
In reality, this person's appearance is remarkably similar to the actor in the TV drama, which made him blurt it out unconsciously.
"No wonder, although he's a hooligan in high school, he plays soccer exceptionally well. Bianliang City is probably the best!" Shi Jin's coachman, Lao Song, chimed in, giving a thumbs up.
It really is him. But Lao Song immediately thumbs down, shaking his head and sneering, "It's just his character that's like this."
As the few people chatted, the person playing with the stick happened to make a sudden thrust backward, the stick like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave. Without even looking, the tip of the stick happened to hit the flame of a nearby candle, extinguishing it.
Onlookers cheered loudly, and the little girl Wang Jin clapped enthusiastically. Shi Jin also praised, "Although he's a show-off, he does have some skills." He looked at Gao Qiu and saw his face growing darker, but the ball in his hand was being manipulated like a dancing butterfly.
Shi Jin pondered in his heart, the scene in front of him seemed familiar. Gao Qiu is here, will Wang Jin appear as well?
He thought to himself and looked around, but didn't see anyone particularly eye-catching.
Only Xiao Ao was by the side of a carriage on the roadside, not yet leaving, seemingly talking to the person on the carriage.
The person wielding the stick took a break and greeted the crowd with a slight pant. His assistant, on the other hand, went around the audience with a bronze gong, asking for money.
The follower seemed to have a keen eye and approached the three of them to ask for money when he saw that they were well-dressed. Shi Jin, however, was preoccupied with finding someone and didn't notice the follower asking for money. Wang Jinjiao said, "Hey, Shi...big guy, pay up! Do you want to watch for free?"
Shi Jin withdrew his gaze, and the attendant standing in front of him, holding a copper gong, had an even brighter smile on his face. The copper gong, however, was somewhat peculiar, more like a cymbal in a musical instrument, concave in the middle but with sharp edges like a knife around the rim. Shi Jin reached into his pocket, only to find it empty, then remembered that his purse was with Dujian, feeling a bit embarrassed for a moment.
"Sorry, I didn't bring my wallet with me!" The follower's face stiffened, unable to hide the disappointment, and forced a smile. "It's okay, it's okay. The fact that young master can see is giving us face."
"Hmph! Stingy person!" Little girl Wang Jin grunted discontentedly and glared at Shi Jin.
He reached into a small embroidered bag by his side and took out a small money.
With a "clang," he demonstratively put it into the gong.
The onlookers were all surprised, and Gao Qiu's hands stopped the ball and looked over in this direction.
The follower was also startled, then overjoyed.
"Thank you, little...master."
He was quite clever, seeing the little girl dressed as a boy, and thus called her little master.
The little girl became even more satisfied and said with a touch of pride, "You guys are really good at playing, unlike some people who just show off their eloquence."
But it was Shi Jin who said the last sentence.
Shi Jin couldn't help but smile bitterly. This little girl is really tricky.
Wang Huan is generous and smilingly says, "Shiro-san, I've got this one." As he speaks, he reaches into his pocket to pull out the money.
"Swoosh!"
A soccer ball suddenly flew in from outside the field.
"Bang!"
It heavily hit the head of the person swinging the bat.
Everyone was shocked, Shi Jin looked up and saw the ball bouncing back towards him after hitting something. His eyes narrowed as the ball accurately struck the gong. Caught off guard, the follower's gong flew out of his hand and smashed towards the pretty face of the little girl!
The copper gong was originally a self-defense weapon of the follower. A single hit could cause a wound, not to mention being thrown with such force. It could easily disfigure someone, or even be fatal! The young girl only had time to instinctively close her eyes. Shi Jin's smile froze on his face, his complexion turning pale.
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