Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

Chapter 257 Catching a Lovestruck Ghost

The basketball game was in full swing, and the students in the stands held their breath, watching the game with the hope that their team would win.

"Class Three, Class Three, are extraordinary! The number one spot belongs to none other than Class Three!"

Some people started shouting slogans, their voices almost cracking as they put in so much effort, as if whoever shouted the loudest would be the winner.

"These kids from the school next door are so noisy! They yell when they can't win. What a tactic!" Xiao Yijiang, annoyed by the behavior of the school next door, quickly gave them the middle finger.

"What are you doing? It's fair competition, can't we cheer for our classmates?" Pu Mengxin couldn't stand it anymore and glared at Xiao Yijiang.

Xiao Yijiang laughed, "There's no need to shout like that, it's not like we're competing to see who can shout the loudest."

"What, afraid of losing?" Pu Mengxin said smugly, linking her arms with hers.

"Ha, look who our captain is. He's from the Wartime Dynasty, a god-like figure, the chosen one. What has he ever lost?"

Pu Mengxin glanced at Zhan Shichao, her gaze lingering on him for several seconds longer. Finally, Xiao Yijiang waved in front of her, his tone sarcastic, "Hey, hey, stop looking. If you keep looking, it'll be a one-sided sadomasochistic relationship on your part."

Pu Mengxin withdrew her gaze and glared fiercely at Xiao Yijiang.

If you can't speak properly, then shut up. Don't you have any idea who I like?

“Brother Xiao, it seems that Sister Pu likes you more than Uncle Wo Jiu,” YoYo suddenly said from the side.

Xiao Yijiang looked at Pu Mengxin, feeling a little embarrassed, but secretly pleased and pleased.

Pu Mengxin didn't refute, pretending nothing had happened, and watched the game.

Xiao Yijiang seemed to have thought of something again, and his expression darkened once more.

His own life was a complete mess, so how could he possibly give her the affection she wanted?

After that, everyone sat in their seats without saying a word, watching the game intently. They cheered and applauded when a goal was scored, taunted the opposing team, and occasionally shouted slogans to cheer on their classmates.

Yoyo got tired of sitting in one position and changed positions. She saw that the ghost on Pu Mengxin's body was also watching the basketball game. Its white eyes followed Zhan Shichao's figure, moving left, right, up, and down.

This is the perfect time to catch the ghost, so that I won't hurt Pu Mengxin because I can't control my strength, nor will I scare Pu Mengxin.

With a swift movement, he grabbed Guigui as easily as picking up trash and casually placed her into the spirit pot.

Gui Gui entered the Soul Pot only to realize belatedly that she had been captured.

The match ended with Asana winning 30-15.

"Uncle Nine~"

Zhan Shichao, who was high-fiving his teammates, suddenly heard a "yo-yo" sound. He turned around, squatted down, and welcomed the little guy into his arms.

Everyone turned their heads at YoYo's voice, looking at her with tender eyes.

The little dumpling seemed to be riding on wheels of fire, its two short legs "clattering" as it ran towards Zhan Shichao, throwing itself into his arms, "Uncle Jiu, awesome!"

During the war, Chao stood up, holding the little one in one arm.

The students around them were completely stunned. They didn't know whether to envy Zhan Shichao or Yoyo.

"Drink of water."

During the war, Chao took his thermos and handed it to YoYo's lips.

The little guy gulped down half of it, probably because he hadn't had any water all day and was extremely thirsty.

"You're getting better and better at basketball, kid. Have you been practicing behind my back?" Xiao Yijiang walked over, patted Zhan Shichao on the shoulder, and teased him with a smile.

During the war, the court ignored him, focusing all its attention on Yoyo.

"Uncle Jiu, your clothes are wet. Go and change into clean clothes quickly, otherwise you'll catch a cold, and if you catch a cold you'll need a shot. Are you scared?"

Yoyo looked at the clothes of the wartime leader, soaked with sweat, and said in a mature and old-fashioned manner.

"Don't worry, your Ninth Uncle isn't afraid of fighting, so why would he be afraid of injections?" Xiao Yijiang suddenly interjected.

During the war, Chao glanced at him.

Is this an attempt to gain attention?

"Okay, Uncle Jiu, let's go back to the commune now and change our clothes, then we'll go home, okay?"

"it is good."

During the war, Chao carried Yoyo away.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on the wartime figure holding the baby.

His superior physique, with its lines faintly visible beneath his wet basketball uniform, revealed an incredibly good body and a high level of sexual tension, easily arousing the hormones of onlookers.

Holding the baby in one arm reveals a unique charm.

It's clear he'll be a good father in the future.

After Zhan Shichao carried Yoyo away, the students excitedly whispered among themselves.

After changing his clothes, Zhan Shichao took Yoyo home.

"Oh, my darling is back! Come here, let Grandma give you a hug." Qin Yimo immediately went up to hug Yoyo when she saw her return.

"Grandma, Uncle Jiu won the basketball game! Uncle Jiu is amazing! He can run and fly! He flew up and dunked the basketball into the hoop. He's so agile, he even dunked several balls off the opponent..."

The little guy was overjoyed and told Qin Yimo about the intense competition. As he spoke, he even imitated the wartime movements, showing Qin Yimo a one-to-one recreation.

This made Qin Yimo laugh heartily, her head held high.

While brewing tea for himself, Zhan Shichao watched the little guy's exaggerated gestures and movements, a smile playing on his lips, his deep eyes filled with tenderness and affection, revealing his doting nature.

"Grandma, I'll chat with you later. Put me down first, I have things to do. I'll come back to play with you after I'm done."

The ghost inside the Soul Pot wanted to break free, and Yoyo sensed this and said something.

"Okay, go ahead and get busy," Qin Yimo said with a smile as she put the little one down.

Not long after Yoyo went upstairs, Zhan Shichao also came upstairs with a cup of freshly brewed tea.

During the war, Chao knocked on YoYo's room door.

"Please come in." The little guy's sweet, childlike voice was clear and innocent, yet natural and generous. Every time I heard it, it was soothing and made me feel great, like a natural healing remedy.

"What are you doing, YoYo?"

"I'm nestled here, trying to dispel the ghost's resentment," the little guy said, sitting cross-legged on the carpet and turning to look at Zhan Shichao.