On the other side, Liu Junfan understood the girl's intentions and couldn't help but be overjoyed. With a trembling voice, he called out, "Little girl …"
Tin Aino shyly lowered her head and softly said, "You're treating me like an outsider. Langjun … just call me Xiao Ying."
"Xiao … Xiao Ying …"
Even an idiot would understand her intentions at this time, let alone a man like Liu Junfan who had rolled around in a pile of rouge. Liu Junfan almost fainted from joy. He had never imagined that he would be able to receive the favor of such a rich young lady.
He had once heard that the women of Dunhuang were far more unrestrained than the women of the Central Plains. The girls there could choose their own husbands without the consent of their fathers and brothers. As long as the husband was in love and the concubine was interested, the family would allow it. He had also heard that some of the girls of Dunhuang would first live together to try out the marriage …
The young lady in front of him was as charming as a flower and as beautiful as jade. Even if it was just a casual marriage, it would be a good thing. Furthermore, with her family background, if he could become husband and wife with her, he, Liu Junfan, would reach the heavens in a single step and become the son-in-law of a wealthy family in Dunhuang!
These arrogant and bossy girls from rich families would do anything they wanted to anything they wanted as long as they saw someone or something they liked. The more they couldn't have it, the more they would do anything to get it. Liu Junfan was best at dealing with these kinds of arrogant and willful women. He had no doubt that with his ability to please women, he would definitely win the heart of this Miss Xiao Ying.
He would have someone to rely on for the rest of his life!
"Xiao Ying …"
Liu Junfan excitedly reached out to grab Xiao Ying's soft hands. Just as he was about to touch those small white hands, "Xiahou Ying" suddenly withdrew her hands as if remembering something. She suspiciously asked, "That day at the restaurant, Xiao Ying saw Langjun with a middle-aged woman. Today, I saw the two of you swimming along the Luo River. Judging from her age, she doesn't seem to be your mother. Who … who is she to you?"
"Uh …"
Liu Junfan's heart skipped a beat. Seeing that the girl's beautiful eyes were staring at him, he became even more anxious. At this moment, his mind was filled with fantasies of climbing up to the rich and powerful. How could he be willing to let his beautiful dream become a bubble? In a moment of desperation, he casually said, "Oh, you're talking about that woman. She's a married woman who lives with me. Her surname is Yao. She can be considered a distant relative of mine. Xiao Sheng's family is poor, so it's not easy for me to study. So while I'm studying, I'm also working as an accountant in Lady Yao's mansion to earn some money. Lady Yao takes good care of Xiao Sheng. Seeing that it's not easy for me to live alone, sometimes when I go out, she often brings me along to see the world. "
'Xiahou Ying' let out a sigh of relief. "Oh! So that was how it was. That's a relief. Ouch! Look, my servant is exchanging greetings with someone else. It's so interesting. Come, Langjun, let's go take a look. "
Liu Junfan was shocked. Just as he was about to find an excuse to refuse, 'Xiahou Ying' grabbed his hand and ran off happily.
Holding her hand in his, it was soft and creamy. It was indescribably comfortable. This girl's noble family background, wealth that could rival a country, and alluring beauty made her even more alluring in Liu Junfan's eyes. In order to climb up to the rich and powerful, he didn't hesitate to act like a dog in front of Lady Yao. How could he dare to offend such a beauty?
In a daze, he was dragged by 'Xiahou Ying' to the field.
…
Chu Kuangge passed the ball over. When Yang Fan saw that the ball was in front of him, he had no choice but to use his cane. Unexpectedly, the ball flew out of the court and almost hit the onlookers, causing them to laugh.
But when a player on Yang Fan's side was intercepted for the second time and had no choice but to pass the ball to him, Yang Fan struck with his staff again. This time, the ball turned into a stream of light, passing through several players on both sides and accurately landing in front of Chu Tiange's horse.
The ball was passed very accurately. What was even rarer was that the person he chose happened to be Chu Tiange, who was rushing back and was far behind the enemy. Chu Tiange received the ball in his hand and took advantage of the enemy's emptiness to score with the ball. The score became 5-2.
Almost everyone thought that Yang Fan was a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse, so when the third ball was forced to his feet again, no one would have thought that he would be able to play a good ball again. However, with a swing of his stick, the ball once again chose the right gap and the right person. The score thus became 5-3.
This time, everyone believed that he was pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, and that his so-called inability to play polo was just a pretense.
In fact, Yang Fan really didn't know how to play polo, and he really didn't know how to ride a horse.
However, he knew how to play "Sepak."
Yang Fan had been living in Nanyang since he was a child, and "Sepak" was a popular ball game in Nanyang countries.
Every nation in the world had invented ball games, but the way they played them was different, the rules were different, and the balls were also different. Nanyang's "Sepak" was a hollow rattan ball made of rattan branches. The way it was played was very casual. It could be hit with hands, kicked with feet, or hit with a wooden stick.
This kind of ball game wasn't very competitive, and it focused on technique. It was simply a game that Nanyang people used to kill time when they were bored. However, because the ball was very light, it required a high degree of ball control skills to be able to use the ball freely. And Yang Fan happened to be a master of "Sepak."
The first ball flew because Yang Fan didn't understand the weight and hardness of the polo ball. But when he hit the ball, he had a plan in mind. When he got the ball the second time, he could quickly adjust his strength and the angle of the ball.
Polo was also a kind of sport, and it couldn't be separated from the use of the body's flexibility, flexibility, coordination, control of strength, the requirements for reaction speed, and the requirements for the ability to analyze and judge. In these aspects, whether Yang Fan was a master of "Sepak" or a martial arts master, he had reached the highest standard of a polo player.
What he lacked was not knowing how to ride a horse and being unfamiliar with the staff. However, it was like a Ba Gua Zhang grandmaster turning around and learning the Chop Hang Palm. With his comprehension of martial arts and the physical fitness he had already achieved, he could execute the palm on the spot. A disciple who had already learned the Chop Hang Palm for three years would still be left in the dust.
Yang Fan only needed to master a little bit of this knowledge to far surpass these non-professional players. Although his horsemanship couldn't be improved immediately, and he couldn't gallop, grab the ball, dribble the ball, or attack, with his eyesight, he could accurately judge the situation of the game and find the opponent's weakness with a quick glance. When the ball was under his staff, he would be able to accurately, steadily, and quickly pass it to the person he wanted to pass.
Chu Tiange changed their style of play. With the motionless Yang Fan in the middle of the field, they launched a counterattack. During the attack, any player who was intercepted would immediately pass the ball to Yang Fan. As long as Yang Fan got the ball, the ball would accurately pass the opponent to the player who should be the most in possession of the ball, regardless of whether that person was far or near, or where he was.
For a moment, the situation of the game changed dramatically. The score was quickly caught up, and the gap began to widen. The ten people on Madam Yao's side were suppressed by the six people on Chu Tiange's side, and they didn't even have the strength to fight back.
Yang Fan rode in the middle of the field, neither advancing nor retreating. He held his staff horizontally on his saddle. As long as the ball didn't reach him, he wouldn't move, no matter how much the opponent attacked him. But as long as the red ball was in front of his horse, or even flew over his head, he would just wave his staff.
As long as he waved his staff, it was impossible to intercept his ball, cut his ball, or snatch his ball, because he wouldn't let the ball stay in his hands for a second longer. He would immediately pass the ball to the player who should be in possession of the ball. Later on, as long as the opposing players saw him wave his staff, they would immediately run towards their own goal in a conditioned reflex so that they could intercept the ball in time.
As for Yang Fan, once he waved his staff, he acted as if nothing had happened. He held his staff horizontally on the saddle bridge, coldly watching the show from the sidelines.
Only I, Great General Yang, can leap over a horse with a sword.
Although Yang Fan didn't fight for the ball and didn't integrate into the intense competitive atmosphere of polo, he had already stolen the limelight. Everyone wanted to see his magical passing skills, so when his team got the ball, the audience immediately shouted, "Pass it to him! Pass it to him! "
When Yang Fan got the ball and waved his staff, there was a burst of fanatical cheers. All the audience was conquered by his magical passing skills.
The Tangs loved polo, and Yang Fan had now become the God of Ball in the hearts of the audience. As the game developed, all the efforts of both sides were just to pave the way for his comet-like skills. The fanatical fans only cheered for Yang Fan.
"Surround him, surround him, force him to dribble the ball!"
Wang Rufeng stood on the edge of the field, his hands clasped into a trumpet, and he shouted angrily to the people on the field. Another ball was passed to Yang Fan's feet. The moment the ball was passed, several opposing players rushed over and surrounded Yang Fan.
The other members of the opposing team were staring at Yang Fan's companions. Due to the tight encirclement of the opposing players, Yang Fan's vision was blocked, and it was difficult for him to accurately pass the ball to his own players. If he didn't dribble the ball to break out of the encirclement, he could only swing his staff and hit the ball over the heads of the opposing players. In this way, it was difficult to guarantee who the ball would be passed to.
The cheers of the audience stopped. Everyone wanted to see how the God of Ball in their hearts was going to deal with this situation. They wanted to see if his "Miracle Staff" would create another miracle.
They hoped that "Yang Fan didn't know how to ride a horse" was also a disguise, just like how he didn't know how to play ball. If at this time, Yang Fan suddenly urged his horse to gallop, dribble the ball, and charge straight to the opponent's goal, they would not be surprised, nor would they curse. They would only roar and cheer for him.
Under everyone's eyes, Yang Fan moved!
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