The prince who wears the past and the present has come from afar

Chapter 29 Football

Fu Zhiyuan's study was knocked open, and Fu Jinyu ran in humming.

"...What's the matter, Jinyu?"

Fu Jinyu gritted her teeth in grief and anger, and stuffed the sketch paper into her brother's hand, so excited that she couldn't speak for a moment.

Fu Zhiyuan squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully for several times, and was really overwhelmed by the rough and abstract brushstrokes, "This lady looks very majestic——show me this, why do you have a new dean?"

Fu Jinyu was almost mad at her own brother.

"This is...me." She gritted her back molars and managed to spit out these three words, "Ninth Brother drew me a portrait, Second Brother, I have lived for 17 years, and this is the first time I know my real appearance."

Fu Zhiyuan "..."

He looked at his slim little sister, and then at the vicissitudes of the people in the painting, and felt that even if he made a pair of tricks wrong, he really couldn't just say that the painting was really good.

Fu Jinyu unfolded the drawing paper again, groaned for a while, and finally decided to find an excuse and forgive Chu Zishen generously, "Brother, you still said that my aesthetics is not good, but in fact, I think brother Jiu has a bigger problem."

"Your ninth brother has good aesthetics." Fu Zhiyuan said it very naturally, "Don't look at me that way, I'm not joking, your ninth brother's aesthetics is quite strong, self-contained, quite good."

Facing his sister's accusing eyes, Fu Zhiyuan said hesitantly: "Of course, he's just an artist...he's still buffering."

……

The CEO who can despise the foolish young master in terms of art, pushed the door of Chu Zichen's room open.Chu Zishen was leaning on the bed in a long pure white nightgown, with a book in his hand, with a freehand posture.

He looked up at Fu Zhiyuan, and smiled before saying anything, "What's the matter tonight, you all come to chat with me? Please sit down quickly."

Fu Zhiyuan was not polite to him, pulled out a chair and sat down, his eyes swept over the spine of the book that was turned upside down by Chu Zichen's hand, "It's nothing serious, just now Jinyu came to me with your painting."

Chu Zi and Shen Ziqian smiled, "It's nothing. It's not surprising that my handicraft is crude. I still learned to play at a young age. Jinyu was so excited to run around at that time, which I didn't expect."

Fu Zhiyuan "..."

He carefully observed every expression of Chu Zishen, stared at every inch of the texture of Mr. Chu's face, and then had a heart attack and found that Chu Zishen was serious!

He is serious!

He seriously felt that his paintings were not very good, but they were not so shameful!

——Fu Zhiyuan felt that the phrase "Your ninth brother has a good aesthetic" should be rubbed and swallowed.

Speaking of Chu Xiang's idea, Jinyu must not let Jinyu know, otherwise she will really die of anger.

Faced with such a gap in the times, Fu Zhiyuan was really embarrassed to praise the painting of "wind, frost, sword, and sword". He took a deep breath, and changed the subject calmly, "Zhanghua is Reading? I took the liberty of coming in, so I don't know if I've disturbed you."

Chu Zi Shen Lang laughed, and generously picked up the book and showed the cover to Fu Zhiyuan, "I'm not doing business, just reading some miscellaneous books."

That is a book of "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

Chu Zishen was obviously very relaxed this evening.The straps of his nightgown were a little loose, enough to be disheveled, but he didn't seem to mind it.The neckline of the pajamas is loose and comfortable, and in the reclining posture, a large white and firm chest is exposed, with thin muscles attached to it, the shape is beautiful and powerful.

He is not as restrained and guarded as he was when we first met, and he is abstinent and accepts gifts.At this time, Fu Zhiyuan and Fu Zhiyuan have become familiar to a certain level, and they can also have a relaxed and intimate conversation at night.His jet-black hair hangs by his ears, and through the strands of hair, he can still see the corners of his eyes raised up like a half-smile.

Inadvertently revealing a little truth is the most attractive.

Fu Zhiyuan was suddenly shocked by the freehand temperament flowing out of his body, pretending to look away as if nothing had happened, but still felt that his thoughts were a little out of control, the gate of rationality was pried open by sensibility, so he blurted out a sentence without thinking——

"When it comes to poetry, I really like Ruan Ji's works."

Chu Zishen blinked, and murmured thoughtfully, "It's the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove during the Three Kingdoms period."

Fu Zhiyuan nodded, his eyes met those eyes with a half-smile of a faint smile, as if by accident, he was afraid that he wasn't messed up enough and filled in a sentence, "If Zhanghua is free, it would be good to find him."

——When Fu Zhiyuan came back that night, he wished he could beat himself to death: I really owed him a certain amount!

Ruan Ji's poems are full of grief, indignation, and twists and turns, and there is a half-craziness in reading them carefully, so there is nothing wrong with recommending them.

But Ruan Ji's most widely circulated poem is——

Prosperity in the past, Anling and Longyang.

Yaoyao peach and plum blossoms, scorching and glowing.

Yueze is like nine springs, and pan folds are like autumn frost.

Keep your hair charming, talk and laugh fragrantly.

Hand in hand to wait for love, Su Xi with quilts.

I would like to be two birds, soaring together.

Danqing swears that he will never forget each other forever.

This is a deeply affectionate...Longyang poem!

Fortunately, Chu's interest in the three hundred Tang poems has not subsided, and he is not in a hurry to search for Ruan Ji.

……

There is also a physical education class this week, but this time the activity is not basketball, but football.

Football is cuju, this Chuzi Shen is very familiar with it!

The football activities in the physical education class are always led by the head teacher. Firstly, the impact of football is not small, and there is a class in charge to ensure safety. Second, the class is a man who loves football.

——The above knowledge was all popularized by Ye Zi, Chu Zishen's front desk.Chu Zishen had accidentally heard that Ye Zi was the only "female man" in the class before, so he didn't take it seriously for a while.He didn't associate that white and elegant girl with this word, but he knew it clearly when he played football in this gym class.

This is the only girl in the class who plays football with the boys.

The class teacher asked everyone to warm up for at least 5 minutes, and Ye Zi took advantage of this time to popularize the class football history for Chu Zishen.

"When I was in junior high school, I usually played basketball, and there were not enough places to play football. Our class was brought out by the head teacher. He started playing football with us when he was free in physical education class from the first year of high school—of course, it was the first time he played football. Sometimes, the scenes are simply creative."

There were 31 boys in the whole class, plus a head teacher, and excluding two goalkeepers, thirty men played vigorously and lively around a football.

——It’s so lively!No guards, no centers, everyone is a forward!Just think, a game of thirty forwards!

Creativity is beyond description, it was a devastating disaster.The messy style continued throughout the entire game, successfully establishing the lowest level of the whole school, especially after the team was divided, and everyone didn't remember their teammates at all.Collisions between my own people and myself have also happened several times.

Ye Zizai wisely did not participate in that competition.She sat in the stands and watched the audience from beginning to end.I saw with my own eyes how a football moved back and forth in the center of the field, until the end of the game half an hour later, it just didn't get close to any goal by ten meters!

The time when Ban Ren took his first football game was in the cold winter, and the thirty strikers were fine, but the two unlucky goalkeepers were frozen to death.

"There are almost no boys who haven't watched the World Cup, but talking about it on paper is just a show. When we came back from playing football that day, the head teacher almost died laughing when he summed it up for us."

Chu Zishen, who has watched the NBA but still throws the basketball like a discus, said that it is not advisable to talk on paper. He really couldn't agree more.

Because of the funny basketball game before, the boys still slightly underestimated Chu Zishen, thinking that this person is a strange flower in the sports world and a useless piece of wood in extracurricular activities.But not long after the opening, Chu Zishen's harsh style of play that did not match his frail appearance had to make people change.

Cuju is an entertainment sport that originated in the Warring States Period.People at that time were still militant after all, with boiling blood flowing in their bones, and it was only natural that the style of play was rough and fierce.No matter how thin Chu Zishen looked, his physical fitness was still as strong as it was a thousand years ago. These students who had been sub-healthy all the year round could not compare with him.

What's more, Chu Xiang still has a bit of ferocity unique to that era.

Although Chu Zishen was restrained enough to avoid hurtful physical collisions, this amateur and miscellaneous team was still kicked by Chu Zishen.The boys who just started a year ago just left the rookie level, let the tiger come up and sweep around, easily disrupting the planned rhythm.

Less than 3 minutes into the game, Chu Zishen single-handedly scored a goal.

A teammate came over and patted him on the back, applauding heartily.Chu Zishen smiled slightly, noncommittal.

Feel good.The ball does play much better than other materials.

With silent tacit understanding, the second round of attack started with Chu Zishen as the core.This time his teammates were not idle either, obviously they didn't intend to let him go deep into the enemy's hinterland alone and become a lone hero.

The opposing team's interception and siege centered on Chu Zishen, forming an irregular vortex.Chu Zishen, on the other hand, was the sharp arrow in the vortex, and he easily broke through the shackles with a calm expression.

— There are always accidents.

Chu Zishen used to ride his bicycle with ease, as long as someone came over and threw off the last defender, he could shoot directly.Who would have thought that this guard, who was obviously fat and cowardly, could go to the sky, and when he saw Chu Zi and Shen Fengrui's attack, he lay down on the ground without changing his face or beating his heart!

He fell down extremely quickly, and he did not disappoint the painstaking efforts of the military training at all.

This trick is not only dangerous, but also too cheap!

Chu Zishen stopped the car abruptly.Inertia is an irresistible human instinct, he stopped too hastily and abruptly, and staggered two steps forward obliquely, finally brushing this buddy's scalp.

If that's the case, it's fine, this buddy is obviously strong enough, and he didn't realize that his brain could be stepped on just a little bit.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he stretched his neck, stretched his head, and made a nondescript header, and the football rolled to his teammate's feet.

Chu Zishen "..."

Everyone "..."

This is really playing football with your life!