The Grand Secretary's Pampered Wife Chapter 674.1: Tyrannical JiaoJiao

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The physical prowess of these body-tempered Shaolin monks was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. To be sent flying with such force, cras.h.i.+ng into a pillar and falling to the ground, yet not sustaining any internal injuries and being able to continue on the field, was seriously incredible.

The sound of the gong resonated. The Shaolin monks were the same monks, but for some reason, everyone watching felt that something had changed.

A student from Wutong Academy looked up, scratching his head in confusion, "Why does it feel like the weather’s about to change?"

"No way, the sun is still s.h.i.+ning brightly." His companion said, glancing at the sky and then rubbing his arms, which were covered in gooseb.u.mps. "But something does feel a bit off."

In the stands of Tianqiong Academy, Su Xue raised her chin proudly and said to her second sister, "I told you Liulang is amazing!"

Second Young Miss Su glanced sideways at her younger sister, "Are you here to watch our fourth brother or that Xiao Liulang? All I hear is 'Liulang this' and 'Liulang that.' Not a word about fourth brother."

"I, I’m watching both!" Su Xue blushed and looked at the valiant young man on the field. "Wasn’t it because he just knocked the Shaolin monk off his horse?"

Second Young Miss Su replied, "Why didn't you say anything when fourth brother scored then?"

"I did! You just didn't hear me!" Su Xue pouted.

Second Young Miss Su: Yeah, yeah, it’s me, I'm deaf.

Second Young Miss Su had been dragged here against her will. She wasn't particularly interested in the game itself, but after watching for a while, she found it quite enjoyable. That guy named Xiao Liulang, despite his unremarkable appearance, had an inexplicable heroic spirit that made one's blood boil.

No wonder her younger sister kept staring at him.

Across from Tianqiong Academy's stands, Second Master Jing laughed heartily, "Yes, yes, keep playing like that!"

Lord Duke's fingers tapped irregularly on the armrest, looking quite pleased.

Only Mu Ruxin seemed displeased. She didn't like Xiao Liulang and hoped he would lose. She uttered, "Didn't they say the Shaolin monks were very powerful? Did he just cheat?"

Second Master Jing didn't like this comment.

Could he not tell if Xiao Liulang had cheated? Besides, the referee himself was a master of internal force. If Xiao Liulang had dared to break the rules, he would have been penalized by the referee already.

What was wrong with this Mu Ruxin?

Why would his elder brother want to take this girl as his adopted daughter?

Thinking of the words his elder brother had written on the bedside table last time, Second Master Jing, for the first time, felt that his brother's brain was really broken.

Being reminded of someone you miss wasn’t bad, but why this Mu Ruxin?

Second Master Jing had completely misunderstood his elder brother’s intentions. Not being from the same womb indeed meant there was no mutual understanding.

On the polo field, Gu Jiao seized the ball once again. As the Shaolin monk rode over to steal it, Gu Jiao smirked and hit the ball out forcefully once more.

The Shaolin monk snorted disdainfully, seemingly expecting her move as he suddenly withdrew his mallet.

Mu Chuan, watching from the sidelines, clutched his arm and shouted, "d.a.m.n!"

What a cunning monk!

He tricked Liulang into attacking them, and now that he dodged, Liulang's ball was going to go out of bounds, which would give them possession in the next play!

Seeing the ball about to go out of bounds, Mu Qingchen suddenly accelerated, extended his mallet, and gently tapped the ball, sending it back into the field.

Mu Qingchen's forearm tingled slightly. This guy's strength was tremendous. If he had taken the hit head-on, he might have been knocked out like the monk with six scars.

Gu Jiao narrowed her eyes. Hmm, a scheming monk indeed.

The green light in her eyes grew even brighter.

The Shaolin monk who had retrieved the ball sprinted toward the goal at Tianqiong Academy’s side.

He pushed his speed to the limit.

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

He turned to look and saw Gu Jiao smiling.

His brow twitched, and he thought to himself, it's fine, the polo ball is on my right side, and this kid is on my left, he can't get it!

The next second, Gu Jiao disappeared from the horse!

The Shaolin monk: "???"

Gu Jiao hooked one foot on the saddle, her entire body hanging upside down, and swung her mallet under the Shaolin monk's horse, striking the polo ball away!

The Shaolin monk was completely dumbfounded!

That work too?

Are you a ghost or something!?

The ball was caught by Zhao Wei, who pa.s.sed it to Yuan Xiao, who then pa.s.sed it to Mu Qingchen.

The main striker of Tianqiong Academy was Mu Qingchen, and he was usually the one to score. However, while riding, Gu Jiao kept her eyes on him. After hesitating for a moment, Mu Qingchen pa.s.sed the ball to Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao charged all the way towards the opponent’s goal with the ball.

This was the only moment when both sides could face each other directly. The Shaolin monks positioned themselves defensively in front of Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao, with her flexible and powerful torso, raised her mallet and struck the ball towards the goal with tremendous force!

It was a spinning shot that made a whistling sound. The Shaolin monks shouted loudly and swung their mallets to block it!

Bang!

A Shaolin monk was knocked away!

“Hiss——” Mu Chuan drew in a sharp breath.

Gu Jiao looked at the row of Shaolin monks in front of her and asked, “Who’s next?”

The monks all glanced at each other in unison.

Gu Jiao's lips curved into a smile as she struck another ball.

Bang!

Another Shaolin monk was sent flying.

Unlike when they tried to lure Gu Jiao into committing an out of bounds while pretending to steal the ball, here they couldn’t avoid Gu Jiao's shots at all. If they dared to dodge this time, she would score.

Each time a monk fell off their horse, the referee would call a pause. The match would resume only when the monk was back on their horse.

It was worth mentioning that as long as the player hadn't committed a foul, the game would resume exactly where it had paused.

In other words, Gu Jiao didn't even need to move from her spot as she continued playing whack-a-mole... er, no, playing polo.

For an entire chukka, the Shaolin monks were repeatedly sent flying, making Mu Chuan laugh heartily with satisfaction.

Serves you right for scheming against me! Now the tables have turned!

The Shaolin monks were getting beaten badly and finally came up with a strategy: when they were knocked away, they would use their mallets to pull the ball out of bounds, so the referee would award the ball to the other side.

Although this would give the opponents the possession of the ball, at least they wouldn’t be beaten at the goal.

However, every time the ball was about to go out of bounds, Mu Qingchen managed to hook it back in, then he would look at them coldly as if saying——keep getting beaten.

The Shaolin monks: “…”

“Enough, I’m not playing anymore…” A Shaolin monk who was knocked away once again sat on the ground and exclaimed.

The monk with six scars was furious, radiating intense killing intent.

He flexed his arms and snarled fiercely, "Kid! You're courting death!"

On the stands, Second Master Jing's hand trembled, spilling tea all over his elder brother's head, "Oh no, that's the Shaolin secret technique, infusing qi into the body, making it invulnerable to blades and spears!"

Gu Jiao struck the ball high into the air, slapped her palm on the saddle, and leaped up, executing a flip before fiercely hitting the falling ball with her mallet.

The monk with six scars shouted, “Indestructible body!”

Bang!

“Ahhk——” The monk with six scars was thrown off, his nose crooked, tongue sticking out.

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Jiang Baiyan had never encountered someone like s.h.i.+ Dai.

After he had slaughtered all the evil creatures in the garden, the blood-stained young man, exuding a murderous aura, approached her step by step, his lips curling into a malicious smile, "Scared?"

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Jiang Baiyan: ...?

—

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—

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Jiang Baiyan: ...?

He hasn't finished his lines yet though…