Golden Dragon Tang Wulin part2

Chapter 611 - Two Versus Two

Gu Yue shot a look at Tang Wulin. “What are you doing?”

Tang Wulin smiled. “I don’t want you to get tired! What am I gonna do if you get grumpy when you’re tired? You know, you age faster when you’re in a bad mood. I know we’re going to slowly grow old together, but wouldn’t it be better if we make it even slower?”

“You’re the one who’s gonna get old!” Gu Yue couldn’t help but smile, warmth in her gaze.

The two climbed onto the stage just as their opponents did as well.

Meng Xiaoran walked up onto the stage with his hands in his pockets, head tilted askew in seeming contempt and astonishment when he saw Tang Wulin and Gu Yue.

To Meng Xiaoran, Tang Wulin and Gu Yue looked fairly young; a couple of years less than twenty years old. Each year of training under twenty years old was significant. However, there were still many younger competitors, although most of them were here just for training for the next time. He himself had participated in the tournament when he was younger for training. As such, he looked down on Tang Wulin and Gu Yue for how young they were, but he was also pleased with what seemed an easy victory.

Meng Xiaoran glanced at him partner. “Let’s finish this up in one minute, no, half a minute.”

Meng Xiaoran’s partner, Die’er , rolled her eyes. “You’re so cocky. How can you be certain they’re not strong?”

Meng Xiaoran shrugged. “Is there any point in asking? Just look at how young they are. They can’t be any older than sixteen. Seventeen if we’re stretching it. I’m nearly twenty years old. There’s no reason for us to lose to these kids.”

“That boy’s super handsome!” Die’er hid her face in her hands, overwhelmed by Tang Wulin’s handsome features and large, bright eyes.

“Hey hey. Pay attention. Could you stop acting so smitten?” Meng Xiaoran groaned as he stepped in front of Die’er to block her line of sight.

“Get out of the way.” Die’er kicked him aside. “I don’t care. We’re fighting in a moment, so let me memorize his face for now! You know, I can’t see any bad points about him at all. He’s sunny, handsome, and tall. If he’s strong too, then he’s my Prince Charming!”

“You damn love-struck fool!” Meng Xiaoran grumbled, but didn’t dare get in the way again. He didn’t dare incite her into a frenzy.

The referee arrived on the stage a moment later and declared the rules of the match. Then Die’er took the lead and walked toward the center of the stage.

Tang Wulin stared at Die’er in astonishment. Aren’t we about to fight? Why is she walking over before the start of the match?

“Hey, what’s your name?” Die’er asked, her heated gaze landing on Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin was taken aback, slowly pointed at himself. “Me?”

“Yeah! You! What’s your name, little brother? How old are you? Do you have a girlfriend?” Die’er asked excitedly.

“Go back to your side. The match is about to begin. This is the Continental Young Elites Tournament, not some blind date conference,” the referee said, glaring at her.

“Yeah, yeah. I got it. Hey, you handsome boy, what’s your name? Hurry up and tell me,” Die’er urged.

“I’ll tell you if you win,” Tang Wulin said, beaming.

“Wow! Your smile is blinding.”

The referee couldn't help but stare for a moment. “Hurry up and go back, otherwise I’ll disqualify you.”