After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

"Jiang Fuyue, I heard you hand out flyers at school?"

She nodded, acknowledging.

The offender was so straightforward, and the interrogator was shocked.

But who is Zhao Tiejun?

A hard-core cadre who is dedicated to the dean's career, has a black face, and is never soft-hearted in rectification. He doesn't show any emotions on his face, uh...except for being fierce.

"Do you know that your behavior has seriously violated school rules?!"

"Which one?"

"?"

"Which rule I violated, I also asked the director to point it out. I'm so relieved and rehabilitated."

This……

Zhao Tiejun choked.

I went through the school rules and regulations quickly in my mind, and for a while I couldn't figure out which specific act to "convict" Jiang Fuyue's behavior of handing out flyers.

"...You've affected other students!" After a while, he brought out this point.

Jiang Fuyue: "I posted it before get out of class and lunch break. It didn't affect the normal class, nor did it delay the students' nap."

Zhao Tiejun's eyes slammed, and the suddenly high tone was wrapped in a thunderous aura: "How dare you argue?! As a student, you brought advertising behavior into the campus and gave the surrounding students a bad impression of profit-seeking. This is an extremely wrong demonstration. In addition, the image of No. 1 Middle School has also been damaged, so what does it sound like?!”

One... No, the two big hats were buckled down, and if they were replaced by other students, they would have been covered to death.

Jiang Fuyue's expression remained unchanged, her eyes were clear: "Speaking of advertising behavior, I have a few questions to ask Director Zhao, is the advertising banner of a certain brand of pure milk hanging on the school gate an advertisement? In the campus window, a talent show is displayed. Column, does the consultation hotline of a training institution count? There is also a canteen..."

"In addition, I remember that the student union will distribute flyers from time to time in order to attract corporate sponsorship. I wonder if this behavior has created a bad impression of mercenary on the surrounding students? Did it damage the image of No. 1 Middle School? Is it rumored? "

"Finally, it's class time. You were so loud just now that all the classes on this floor should have heard it." So who is influencing the other students?

Zhao Tiejun was stunned.

...

Jiang Fuyue had just returned to the classroom on her front foot, when the bell rang on her back.

A group of people gathered around, looking at her as if they were watching rare animals.

Even the physics teacher cast a meaningful look when she walked past her.

Jiang Fuyue: "?"

It turned out that the conversation between her and Zhao Tiejun outside the corridor could be heard clearly in the classroom.

"Student Jiang, did you grow up eating leopards? Or bear hearts?"

"Tie Zhuang's face is green, or is it green?"

Uh……

What's the difference between blue and green?

"Speaking of which, he didn't punish you, right? Brother Yi Xie Xian from the seventh class didn't dare to confront Tie Zhuang head-on. Only you, the first person in history."

"you are great!"

"Broken the phone for you!"

"..."

Talking, chattering.

Jiang Fuyue was so annoyed by the noise that she excused herself to go to the toilet and hurried away, just in time for the next gym class.

Wan Xiutong: "Are you finished? Everyone is gone."

All birds and beasts scattered.

But there was one person who didn't give up.

"Zhang Kai, why don't you leave?"

"When will Jiang Fuyue come back?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"I have to make sure she's hiding out and crying secretly. Two packs of spicy sticks, it hurts to death!"

"..." Claw!

Jiang Fuyue came out of the toilet and planned to go down the playground on the other side of the stairs.

Because of the detour, not many people walked.

As soon as he left the teaching building, he collided with Yi Ci.

The youth's colorful hair was dripping with sweat, and his cheeks were reddish from the movement, making his skin white as jade.

He was wearing the same jersey they had when they first met, the sweat-soaked fabric clinging to his skin, framing the boy's thin chest.

"In gym class?"

"Um."

The two passed by by mistake, and Yici suddenly stretched out his hand.

Jiang Fuyue was well prepared and retreated.

"Tsk, you escaped again."

Jiang Fuyue looked at him with a blank expression: "It seems that the lesson from last time was not enough."

"Don't..." Yi Ci paced closer, standing in front of her with a wicked smile, "Think about it, how about being my girlfriend? We are fierce and fierce, we are a perfect match!"

Jiang Fuyue frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Tsk, still don't admit it? I've seen the way you slapped Tie Zhuang just now. What is it? I don't dislike it..."

"Do you know what you look like now?"

Yici: "Huh?" This jump is a bit big.

"A morning glory swaying in the wind." After speaking, he strode away.

Yi Ci stood on the spot and subconsciously scratched the back of his head: "What do you mean?"

"Hey—people laugh at you for being amorous, stupid!" Zhong Ziang also passed by in a jersey, and the basketball in his hand crackled.

Yi Ci's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous color swept past: "You eavesdropped on our speech?"

"This is a public place, OK? Is that what I call eavesdropping? I'm listening honestly."

"Fuck you—" Yi Ci rushed up and grabbed his neck.

Zhong Ziang's temper came up, and he was also not to be outdone.

Two outstanding-looking teenagers stared at each other with the same ruthless eyes in a remote corner of the teaching building.

The swords are drawn, the momentum is the same as fire and water.

Zhong Ziang twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes mocking: "Isn't that just losing the ball? Why, can't you afford to lose?"

"Fuck off—" Yici shook off him and clapped his hands, "I can't afford to lose? It's obviously you who are playing around, do you have the ability to act like a man?"

Zhong Ziang smoothed his neckline: "Just do it, do you think I'm afraid of you?!"

"Okay, this Saturday, at 9:30 in the morning, at the downtown stadium, whoever loses is the grandson!"

...

Jiang Fuyue did what she said, and Jiang Han helped distribute the flyers. She spent half an hour staring at them doing their homework after school.

"Change the place later."

"Ah?" Jiang Han paused, raised his head, and had earplugs plugged into his nostrils, "Why?"

"Are you going to squat in the toilet all the time doing your homework?"

"Isn't it possible?" Jiang Han blinked, "Is there a saying? Anyway, it probably means that a harsh environment can better exercise the mind, stimulate potential, and then achieve success."

Jiang Fuyue: "..." The taste is really heavy.

In the end, I changed to the table tennis table in the playground, which is more spacious and tasteless.

Jiang Han muttered: "My harsh environment is gone, can I still succeed..."

Jiang Fuyue smiled: "You can run five laps before starting your homework. I believe there is nothing worse than this."

"..." Duck doesn't have to!

During this period, Jiang Han could not answer a question, so she thought about it and asked Jiang Fuyue.

The latter glanced up, added two auxiliary lines with a pen, and returned it to her.

Jiang Han watched silently for half a minute, and then suddenly realized: "I understand—"

Jiang Fuyue continued to bury her head in brushing the questions.

Jiang Han glanced at them secretly. Those should be mathematics test papers, and the reason why she used the uncertain description of "should" is because she had never seen the above questions.

At least not in normal high school math papers.

In fact, she has always been curious, Jiang Fuyue is obviously very powerful, why does she deliberately disguise herself as a scumbag and take the last one in the grade every time?

"What do I do? Do your question." The tone was cool.

Jiang Han's eyes hurriedly closed, obediently feeling very.

Suddenly, a basketball fell from the sky and hit the table tennis table...