The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1387 - 1387 674 Overlord Jiaojiao

Chapter 1387: 674 Overlord Jiaojiao Chapter 1387: 674 Overlord Jiaojiao The physical resilience of a Buddhist Monk who has undergone body hardening is unimaginable to ordinary people. Even after being struck with such force that he flew into a pillar and fell to the ground, he suffered no internal injuries and was able to return to the polo field and continue playing.

As the gong sounded, the monks were the same ones as before, but for some reason, everyone watching the match felt as if something had changed.

A student from Wutong Academy lifted his head, scratching it in confusion: “Why do I feel like the weather is about to change?”

“No way, the sun is shining brightly,” his companion looked up at the sky and then felt his somewhat prickly arm, “But it does seem a bit odd.”

On the stands of Tianqiong Academy, Su Xue lifted her chin proudly and said to her second older sister, “Didn’t I say Xiao Liulang is amazing?”

Miss Su the Second glanced askance at her younger sister: “Did you come to watch our Fourth Brother, or to watch that Xiao Liulang? I only hear ‘Liulang this, Liulang that’ from you, not a word about Fourth Brother.”

“I, I watch them both!” Su Xue’s face flushed as she watched the dashing young man on the polo field, “Didn’t he just take down the Shaolin Warrior Monk?”

Miss Su the Second said, “Why didn’t you mention when Fourth Brother scored a goal?”

Su Xue pouted, “I did! You just didn’t hear it!”

Miss Su the Second: Yes, I’m deaf, aren’t I?

Miss Su the Second was dragged here against her will. She wasn’t very interested in the polo match, but after watching for a while, she found it rather good. That fellow Xiao Liulang might not be striking in appearance, but inexplicably, he exuded a fiery heroism.

It’s no wonder her sister kept staring at him.

On the stands opposite Tianqiong Academy, Duke Zhao II laughed heartily, “Yes, yes, that’s the way to do it!”

The tips of the Duke’s fingers tapped irregularly on the armrest, also indicating his pleasure.

Only Miao Ruoxin wore an unhappy expression; she disliked Xiao Liulang and hoped he would lose. “Aren’t Shaolin Warrior Monks supposed to be formidable? Could it be he’s cheating?”

Duke Zhao II didn’t like this kind of talk.

If Xiao Liulang were cheating, couldn’t he feel it? Besides, the referee, a master of internal energy himself, would have already penalized Xiao Liulang if he dared to break the rules.

What’s up with this Miao Ruoxin?

Why on earth would Big Brother want to adopt this girl as his goddaughter?

Recalling the words Big Brother had written on the bedside table last time, for the first time, Duke Zhao II thought his brother’s mind must be broken.

With so many people to care for, why care for Miao Ruoxin?

Duke Zhao II had no idea he had misunderstood his brother’s intentions, proving that there indeed was no tacit understanding between them, not having come from the same womb.

Back on the polo field, Gu Jiao once again seized the ball. As the Shaolin Warrior Monk rode over to take the ball, Gu Jiao curved her lips and again powerfully struck the ball away.

The Shaolin Warrior Monk snorted disdainfully, seemingly anticipating her move, and surprisingly withdrew his mallet in a swift motion.

Mu Chuan, who was watching from the sidelines, gripped his arm and yelled, “Damn!”

What kind of sneaky monk was this!

He actually lured Liulang into attacking their side, and now, they’d dodged, Liulang’s ball was about to go out of bounds, and it would soon be their turn to play the ball!

Just as the ball was about to cross the boundary, Mu Qingchen suddenly sped up, reached out with his mallet, and tapped the ball lightly, sending it flying back into the polo field.

Mu Qingchen’s forearm tingled with numbness; this kid’s strength was too great. He hadn’t attempted a block—if he had, he feared he might’ve ended up flying out like that scarred Shaolin Warrior Monk.

Gu Jiao squinted her eyes, thinking, Ah, a monk with schemes.

The green light in the depths of her eyes grew brighter.

The Shaolin Warrior Monk who had reclaimed the ball rushed toward the goal of Tianqiong Academy.

He pushed his speed to the limit.

However, as he charged, he suddenly felt a shadow looming over him.

Turning his head, he saw Gu Jiao smiling.

A twitch of anxiety crossed his brow, but he reassured himself that it was fine—the ball was on his right side, with her on the left; she couldn’t snatch it!

The next second, Gu Jiao had disappeared!

Shaolin Warrior Monk: “???”

Gu Jiao hooked one foot around the saddle, her entire body hanging upside down, and with a sweep of her mallet from beneath the monk’s horse, she sent his ball flying!

The Shaolin Warrior Monk was stunned!

It happened so fast?

Was she a ghost?

Zhao Wei caught the ball, passed it to Yuan Xiao, who then passed it to Mu Qingchen.

As Tianqiong Academy’s main striker, Mu Qingchen generally scored, but with Gu Jiao watching him intently while riding, Mu Qingchen hesitated for a moment and then passed the ball to Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao carried the ball all the way to the opponent’s goal.

This was the only moment when they could confront each other directly, and the Shaolin Warrior Monk defensively positioned himself in front of Gu Jiao.

With her flexible waist full of power, Gu Jiao raised her mallet and fiercely struck the polo ball toward the goal!