"What are you laughing at? Haven't you heard that 'everyone has their slip-ups, even horses trip'? Just because a ball is kicked askew, what's so strange about that?"
The boy with shoulder-length hair who was laughed at, emanating a bit of a ruffian vibe – clearly the one responsible for the skewed kick – lifted his gloomy head and gazed at the soccer ball rolling near Xiao Yi. Feeling rather vexed, he turned around and cursed at them, then when he looked up and met Xiao Yi's gaze, it was as if the fire broiling in his belly had found an outlet. He glared fiercely at Xiao Yi and snarled, "Damn, brat, what are you staring at? Are you going to throw the ball over to your master or not?"
Hearing the ruffian boy's words, Xiao Yi's eyes slowly narrowed.
If someone who knew Xiao Yi very well were here, like Liu Sandao, they'd recognize that look in Xiao Yi's eyes and know he was angry now, and they would certainly keep their distance. Otherwise, they'd be in some serious trouble.
