Zhou Feiran took Lin Huan all the way to the training ground in the west before stopping, and the son of the family who followed immediately arrived.

"Zhou Feiran, let's play polo! You take Sister Lin with you! "Someone in the family spoke and arranged the next thing clearly.

Immediately, someone kindly asked Lin Huan, "Sister Lin can play polo?" ”

Lin Huan was silent for two seconds, and was about to answer.

The man said, "It doesn't matter, there's a master sitting behind you, just let him take you!" ”

Immediately someone followed and made a commotion.

Lin Huan blushed instantly, not daring to look back at Zhou Feiran.

There was silence for a while.

When the sons of the family were noisily preparing to start playing polo, Zhou Feiran leaned forward slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Do you know how to play polo?" ”

Lin Huan felt the breath spurting out from behind him, and suddenly his back straightened, his face flushed, and he replied in a loud voice, "It will be a little." ”

Zhou Feiran let out an "um", and there was silence again.

Lin Huan twisted the corners of his clothes, thinking wildly, Mo Shi was not satisfied with her method, maybe he liked the sister who could play polo, should he change his words? Will he be disgusted with dragging him down? Why don't you open your mouth and find a staircase to go down first?

Just as Lin Huan hesitated, Zhou Feiran's deep voice once again revealed every strand of hair, and it reached Lin Huan's ears along the wind.

"Sit down, I'll come."

Lin Huan stopped for half a beat, and the joy in his heart instantly poured out, and the sudden sense of security swept away all the previous nonsense.

She nodded, "um".

Zhou Feiran didn't say anything more, and rode a horse to join the team with Lin Huan, a total of six sons of the family, so they formed a team in three or three to play a confrontation match.

Lin Huan was sitting precariously, like a statue, for fear of disturbing Zhou Feiran.

Zhou Feiran's strength is indeed extraordinary, bending his body, charging all the way with the polo, and then swinging the pole and steadily throwing the ball into the field, attracting bursts of applause!

"General Zhou! Strike! ”

"Yes! This beauty is lying down, Zhou Feiran, your son is working harder and harder! ”

......

Lin Huan blushed, bit his lower lip, hesitated for a while, and congratulated, "Good fight." ”

Zhou Feiran let out a casual "um", and then rode his horse to reorganize and take Lin Huan to the next game.

One came and went, galloped left and right, scored with the ball, and won full applause.

Lin Huan sat on the back of the horse, blushing slightly, and could feel the high-spirited and wanton spirit behind him, and she could be infected with the joy from the heart.

The sons and sisters who were chatting in front of them, smelling the joy here, also came to watch, but they had not yet competed, but they saw a hearty manager's competition, with superb ball skills, which made people marvel again and again, and feasted their eyes.

"Zhou Feiran! What do you think? It's not worse than the one you just had, is it?! ”

The son of the family who invited Lin Huan waved the club in his hand and proudly showed off his goal to Zhou Feiran just now.

With the ball, after five levels and six generals, and finally with a sharp swing, the polo rose into the air and went straight into the frame, which can be described as wonderful.

Zhou Feiran is not an angry person, and praised from the bottom of his heart, "Not bad, good ball!" ”

Hearing Zhou Feiran's praise, the boy brother was even more proud, this is also the best ball he has played over the years, how can he not be surprised?

"What about Sister Lin? What do you think? ”

Lin Huanwan smiled, his words were also decent, and repeated Zhou Feiran's words, "Not bad, good ball." ”

Brother Gongzi grinned, full of joy, but he didn't let go of Zhou Feiran and Lin Huan, and pushed the horses closer and asked jokingly, "Compared with Zhou Feiran, who is more powerful?" ”

Lin Huan was stunned for two seconds, but he never thought that he would ask so directly and frankly.

Zhou Feiran's face behind him was slightly stiff, on the one hand, he glared at Brother Gongzi, blaming him for talking too much, and on the other hand, he was quietly waiting for Lin Huan's next words, and he was a little nervous and excited.

Thinking about the ball just now, although there are many goals, it is not as exciting and happy as the ball that the person just came, lacking dazzling skills, and most of them are rampage recklessness.

Brother Gongzi faced Zhou Feiran's angry glare, pursed his lips, pretended not to see it, and waited for a while, seeing Lin Huan's red face and no squeak, thinking that he was shy, plus her identity.

I didn't want to embarrass her anymore, so I took the initiative to ease the atmosphere.

But he hasn't opened his mouth yet.

The gentle and pleasant voice over there came like a spring breeze.

"If you score a goal, General Zhou is better, but if it is better than skill, Childe's goal just now is better, so Huan'er can't judge who is higher and who is lower, so she can only divide equally."

Brother Childe laughed, seemingly satisfied. "Sister Lin is to the point, no one is biased!"

I thought it would be biased towards Zhou Feiran, so that there would be a topic to ridicule, but if it was because I was embarrassed and biased towards myself, I could also ridicule Zhou Feiran. Unexpectedly, no one can be offended, but people have nowhere to start.

Lin Huan bent the corners of his mouth and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid that it would cause unnecessary trouble, so he could only do so.

After all, Zhou Feiran is annoying her now, and if he causes trouble, I'm afraid he will make him unhappy again.

It's just that the air around me is somehow a little low, pressing on people's hearts, and a little lost.

The boy chatted a few more words, and then shouted to save his strength, and when it officially began, he showed his style again, and then beckoned everyone to rest for a while, thinking that the banquet was about to start.

Zhou Feiran walked back slowly with Lin Huan, without saying a word, and the air around him was still low.

Maybe it's because of the slow walk, and slowly break away from the team. Fall to the rear.

Lin Huan felt that low air pressure, first strange, where did he come from, found the source, and then had some worries, apprehensions and uneasiness, thinking back to his words, I don't know if that sentence made him unhappy?

Or is it unhappy to end early? Or maybe you're not happy that the last goal was scored? In or from the beginning with her unhappy?

Lin Huan couldn't figure it out, and wanted to look back at Zhou Feiran's expression, but just turned his head.

was reprimanded by Zhou Feiran coldly, "Turn around and pay attention to safety." ”

Lin Huan was so frightened that he hurriedly sat up straight, not daring to move for half a minute, and let out a soft and glutinous "um".

Zhou Feiran looked at the white hosta on Lin Huan's bun, and for some reason he suddenly felt inexplicably in a bad mood, his chest was stuffy, and he was panicked.

There was silence for a while.

The air pressure next to Zhou became lower and lower, until Zhou Feiran put Lin Huan down and prepared to ride away, the low pressure still did not dissipate.

Lin Huan looked up at Zhou Feiran, his hands twisting his sleeves, nervous and worried. After all, he ordered something, trying to ease Zhou Feiran's mood.