About an hour ago, Qu Yiyi came to the place where Master Meng played Keju under the leadership of Yuping, she just watched the battle for a while, and then she was itching, and couldn't help but take the initiative to invite Ying and join the melee.

It's said to be a scuffle, but it's not because of how well their boys played and how fierce the battle was, but it was really chaotic.

A twenty-two-year-old man, but only six or seven years old, and five little P children with an average age of less than ten years old, you say, can such a "game" not be chaotic?

But for Qu Yiyi, who has always loved sports, as long as there is an opportunity for her to stretch her muscles and sweat, she is already very satisfied.

So she doesn't mind playing with this group of pampered boys.

It's just that a few of their cousins are really too meaty, and as soon as she plays, the battle situation is one-sided.

She was exercising, sweating, and comfortable, but some people began to be unhappy. And the unhappy person was not the young master who lost the most, but her obedient young master, Master Meng.

When Qu Yiyi successfully scored another goal, Young Master Meng suddenly stopped being angry.

I saw him running to Qu Yiyi with the juju that he hadn't caught just now, and said angrily, "Lady, you're too powerful, we won't play with you!"

"What?" Qu Yiyiba blinked and looked at the young master Meng in front of him who puffed out his cheeks after losing, and he couldn't laugh or cry a little.

I really didn't expect this young master to be so stingy.

"The lady is too powerful, it's not fun at all. Meng Yue puffed out his face and reiterated again.

Qu Yiyi felt speechless, this was obviously a compliment to her, but she couldn't be happy.

But taking advantage of this pause, she also wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead by the way.

After exercising for almost an hour, I was sweating a lot. She didn't pay much attention when she was still moving, but as soon as she stopped, she found that the clothes on her body were almost soaked, and the light fabric was tightly attached to her skin, and to be honest, it was really uncomfortable.

Qu Yiyi couldn't help frowning, and said in her heart that this ancient dress was trouble.

No matter how good the material of this dress is, no matter how light it is, it can't make up for one of the fatal shortcomings - that is, there is a lot of fabric!

How long has it been since she's worn clothes that show her legs and arms? I'm afraid she won't have a chance in the future. Unless she can travel back to her original world again, she won't have to be delusional.

At this time, the underage young masters finally came around out of breath.

Among them, the eldest cousin, Young Master Dong Wen, said to Qu Yiyi without concealing his praise, "Cousin...... Cousin's ...... It's ...... indeed. It's amazing, it's just ...... Female High School ...... We ...... We can't...... No more!"

It's just that Young Master Dong Wenbiao was really panting when he said this, and Qu Yiyi felt uncomfortable for him when he listened to it.

That's right, in terms of physical fitness, these young masters, who have been accustomed to being unable to lift their shoulders and carry them by their elders since they were children, and can only eat, drink and have fun every day, are naturally no match for her, a new human in the 21st century who has experienced devilish physical training in the high school entrance examination and is also very interested in sports.

And the maids and servants who had been guarding the side and were responsible for serving these masters just now saw that they suddenly stopped the game, so they immediately rushed over smartly, and waited for these masters with tea and towels, and they didn't dare to slack off at all.

However, the first to "arrive at the battlefield" was the small detachment on Yuping's side. It can be said that she even came to Qu Yiyi's side earlier than those young masters. After only two or three clicks, Qu Yiyi was surrounded by Yuping and the few little maids brought by Yuping, serving with towels and tea.

This pomp and circumstance is not inferior to the young master Meng on the side.