Han Che recognized the student on the horse, and then he was completely flabbergasted!
Isn't this kid called what's-his-face? Xiao Liulang, right? Are you here to play cuju or to play matchmaker?!
"Damn!" Jing Er Ye spat out his mouthful of tea on the stands.
How can there be such an eye-sore of a horse?
Has Tianqiong Academy changed their tactics, if they can't outrun you, they'll blind you with brightness?
Miao Ruoxin quietly covered her mouth with her handkerchief, obviously thinking that Gu Jiao was causing a scene. Riding such a horse to play cuju, whose face was she throwing away?
Making herself look like a ridiculous clown.
The Duke in the wheelchair suddenly looked uneasy, his hand tightly gripping the armrest, the force causing his arm to tremble slightly.
Miao Ruoxin noticed his odd behavior and hurriedly asked, "Duke, what's the matter? Do you not want to watch anymore?"