Speaking of mother, Ye Zhan's slightly stiff body gradually returned to normal.

His mother was the warmth of his childhood, but he rarely visited her over the years. He didn't go much except her birthday and death day every year.

"good."

After a while, Ye Zhan's voice sounded softly.

Mo Mo's heart was a little soft, a little sore, and a little painful. She heard the story of his mother and knew how his mother died, and even more about how much harm he had hurt.

In the afternoon, Ye Zhangming did call her.

He apologized to her on the phone, saying that he had hurt her in order to save her son.

He knew that she was with Ye Zhan, so he did not ask her to persuade Ye Zhan to forgive his selfishness, but said that she was with Ye Zhan, so he felt relieved.

Mo Mo could hear Ye Zhangming's self-blame and guilt as a father, and even the pain of being hated by his son because he was strangers to his son.

"Ye Zhan, please let me down, I'll walk by myself."

"good."

Ye Zhan has been walking with her on his back for a long time.

Momo came down from his back, took the initiative to grab his hand, tied his fingers, raised his little face, and looked at him with his eyebrows and eyes, "Are you tired?"

“Not tired.”

Ye Zhan shook his head, his gentle eyes were still holding back his head and kissing her.

——

In a blink of an eye, it was the day when Mo Ziyi and Ye Zhan competed.

Early in the morning, Mo Mo was awakened by the group news.

[The brothers and sisters got up and finally waited for the day when Vice Mayor Ye and President Mo Da competed. Don’t sleep in, don’t miss the excitement.]

Gu Zinan shouted in the group.

Two days ago, Wen Ziyang also pulled Zhang Minghui into the group, saying that there were many people and great power, and that he prepared uniform clothing and said that he would gather at the Mohist family on time at 8 o'clock to distribute cheerleader clothing.

【How many sets of clothes are there?】

Gu Zinan asked.

Zhang Minghui smiled: [Only those who support Zi Yi can have clothing, Zi Nan, you don’t have one.]

【How can this be done?】

Gu Zinan asked again: [Feng Yize, are you not ready for the cheerleader uniform costume?]

Feng Yize immediately replied: [We don’t make those fake external things, I believe in my brother’s strength... Ziyi and all brothers and sisters, I’ll tell the truth, don’t be angry.]

[Don’t brag, cousin, I already care that Pinxuan has prepared a celebration banquet for you. Come on, we all support you.]

Wen Ziyang likes to argue with Feng Yize, and he doesn't like his idea of ​​making Qinghuan. No matter how you look at Feng Yize, he has a face that can provoke bad peach blossoms. He thinks such a man is extremely unreliable.

[Okay, don’t fight anymore. Ye Zhan and Ziyi should be the first in friendship and second in competition. They are all family members, so don’t hurt the harmony.]

Seeing that these guys were watching the fun, Gu Zhitong wanted to beat Ye Zhan and Mo Ziyi to knock down one by one, and couldn't help but speak.

However, her words immediately aroused Ziyang's doubts: [Sister Tongtong, are you betrayal?]

【Sister Tongtong, are you really rebellious?】

[Sister Tongtong, you can't betrayal, our number is not large.]

[Tongtong has not rebelled, don't worry.] Tang Jinchen came forward to explain that he wanted to instigate Tongtong, but Tongtong said that no matter which one Ye Zhan or Ziyi wins, she would bet on Ziyi.

This is a matter of principle.

After solving the problem of whether Gu Zhitong was betrayal, everyone pointed the finger at Momo: [Sister Momo, have you not decided who to win the bet?]

【Sister Momo, it is difficult for us to do this.】

Mo Mo couldn't help but read the message, and finally edited a message and sent it out: [I bet on a draw.]

【…】

【…】

...

There were countless ellipses neatly followed behind.

At about eight o'clock, everyone gathered at the Mohist school.

Zi Nan and Zi Yang asked Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran if they wanted to participate. They all expressed their results and just notified them.

Let these children make trouble by themselves.

The location was booked a few days ago.

There is only one game, play!

No matter what boxing technique you use, as long as you don’t bring weapons and don’t kill people, you can fight no matter how you fight. There is no need for rules or referees!

What a casual game.

Ye Zhan was wearing a camouflage uniform and transformed from the inhumane Deputy Mayor Ye in the officialdom to the brave and cold Colonel Ye in the army, exuding the hardship of a soldier and righteousness all over his body.

Mo Ziyi also took off the suit of the President Mo, wearing a black T-shirt and black pants.

He curled his lips and smiled slightly, but he was not warm at all. Instead, he had the confidence and arrogance of being proud of the world.

Two equally excellent and outstanding men stand together, even if they haven't started yet, they are a rare sight.

Wen Qinghuan, who had already prepared, spread out her painting book, and made a slight rustling sound between the paper with the brush in her hand. After a moment of unworthiness, two handsome and tall men appeared on the painting book.

"Qinghuan, you've painted it so well."

A surprise sound suddenly sounded in my ears.

Wen Qinghuan was shocked and looked up at Feng Yize's peach blossom eyes with bright smile. Before he could speak, he heard him say, "You are the best painter I have ever met."

She replied with a polite smile and said lightly, "You go back to the position and the game is about to begin."

"good."

Feng Yize retreated back to the position just now, looked at Wen Qinghuan again, and then whispered Tang Jinchen and Gu Zhitong, "Second brother, second sister-in-law, let's change positions."

Tang Jinchen glanced at him, pulled Gu Zhitong and moved a little to the side, allowing him to stand closer to Qinghuan.

Gu Zinan said "the competition began", and everyone immediately opened their eyes wide and looked at the field without blinking. However, the girls still didn't see clearly who moved first.

"Sister Momo, who did they move first?"

Qingling blinked in confusion, and couldn't even see the tricks of Ye Zhan and Mo Ziyi. She only felt that the fight between them was more exciting than the martial arts films on TV.

This is a real game, without any special effects, and without rehearsal.

Mo Mo never looked back, staring at the two people in the field for fighting, "I don't know, I can't see clearly, they are moving too fast."

"Can Qinghuan draw it?"

"It's definitely not possible to draw all of them. It's good to be able to draw some moves and state."

"It seems like you can't tell the difference."

Bai Qingling stared at him for another two minutes, but felt that they were equal and that the other party's moves could dodge or resolve them, and the fists and kicks he used were difficult to fall on the other party.

Ye Zhan and Mo Ziyi were fighting hard, and when everyone was watching, a male voice suddenly came from a distance, "Junior sister!"
Chapter completed!