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

On the field, the girl was wearing a jersey with a black lining inside. Under the sun, her arms were slender and her collarbones were distinct.

The skin is cold-toned snow-white, reddish due to movement, as if carved by warm jade.

With every run, every attack, infinite vitality burst out of her, catching all eyes from all directions.

Or amazed, or amazed, or amazed.

Obviously there are other people on the field, but everyone just looks at her.

"Beautiful and sassy!"

"Our girls play basketball better than your boys."

"The key Jiang Fuyue is still ahead."

"It's fucking embarrassing..."

At that time, Yi Ci and Zhong Zian were still in the classroom.

The two received the news almost at the same time, and then quickly logged on to the school forum, clicked on the hot post on the homepage, and the screen full of "Jiang Fuyue", in addition to the name, there was also a photo of her wearing a jersey.

Running and dribbling, confronting wrestling, take-off shots...

The girl was sweating profusely, but she was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Come on—who is wearing so little clothes?" Yi Ci whispered, grabbed the phone, and walked out.

Zhong Ziang followed closely, not forgetting to bring his precious basketball, his expression eager to try.

"Wipe! Brother Ci, are you crazy? This is still in class, you..."

Only two backs swept away like winds that responded to him.

"Why is Zhong Ziang also crazy?"

...

When going down the stairs, the two inevitably ran into each other.

Yici: "Why are you following me?"

Zhong Zi'ang: "If you can't speak, stop farting. Who's following you?"

Yici quickened the pace.

Zhong Ziang was not to be outdone.

It eventually developed into a sprint race.

Unfortunately, when the two arrived, the game was over, and a group of people were slowly dispersing, only talking excitedly about this "subversive" confrontation——

The subversion of gender, the peak of the score, and the subversion of their established impression of Jiang Fuyue!

However, the center of the discussion was not at the scene. Yici caught a classmate and asked, "Where is Jiang Fuyue?"

"It seems that I was called away by Teacher Meng."

...

in the corner.

"...How about it, would you like it?" Meng Zhijian was full of expectations, looking at the girl like he was looking at a piece of fragrant pork belly.

Jiang Fuyue did not respond.

Meng Zhijian became anxious, "I tell you, not only IMO has a future, IPhO is just as powerful! Every year, more than 40 countries participate in the competition, and the influence spreads across five continents. Award, it is not a problem to recommend top universities such as B University and Q University, even if you want to go abroad, you can take any Ivy League offer..."

Let his tongue shine like a lotus flower, Jiang Fuyue is always calm from beginning to end: "I will consider it."

"No... what else is there to consider? I promise, as long as you come to the competition class, I will give you the most comprehensive, scientific and systematic training!"

But Jiang Fuyue still said that.

Meng Zhijian scratched his head and said, "Then you say, what else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

She looked down.

"Then let me ask another question. You have already gone to the Math Olympiad class, so why can't you come to my competition class?"

Jiang Fuyue raised her eyes: "There is a subsidy for the Mathematical Olympiad class."

"?"

"Five hundred a month."

"..."

But the competition class did not.

Not long ago, Meng Zhijian also laughed at Xu Jingjiang Fuyue not for him or for the Olympiad, but for the school's monthly subsidy. Now that it is his turn, he realizes how much this feeling is. ... grass eggs!

The point is, the school has really not given subsidies to the students of the material competition class, which is a treatment only available in the Math Olympiad class.

No one had mentioned it before, and he didn't care.

What's more, students who can be in the first middle school, which family has no foundation? Who cares about these three or five hundred dollars?

Being able to be trained as a "seed player", no matter whether it is a student or a parent, it is too late to be happy, and there is really no initiative to ask the school to pay for the subsidy.

Jiang Fuyue is an exception.

The only exception.

"This habit is not good. It does not achieve academic fairness, and it also deprives students of the right to use knowledge to create wealth. It also discourages the enthusiasm of first-school students to explore the unknown and work hard."

"!" Also, can you explain that? A set of...

Meng Zhijian was already dazed, and when Jiang Fuyue walked out of the distance, he reacted and assured her, "I will apply to the school right away!"

Jiang Fuyue didn't stop, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She waved her hand, "Then wait for the application to come down."

Meng Zhijian: "..."

The students of these years are really getting more and more difficult to fool.

Jiang Fuyue picked up her jacket and threw it on her body, and was about to go back to the classroom, when she turned her head and let Yici and Zhong Ziang stand in front of each other.

Her eyes narrowed slightly: "Is something wrong?"

Yici: "You can play basketball? Why don't I know?"

Zhong Zian: "Let's bet again, dare we?"

The two spoke at the same time, one questioning and one provocative.

No matter who it is, Jiang Fuyue is—

"Not interested in."

After speaking, pull your legs and leave.

When passing the two of them, he didn't even give one more look, it was as light as a gust of wind, and he couldn't catch it.

Zhong Ziang wanted to chase, but was stopped by Yici.

"What are you doing?!" Zhong Shao frowned, his eyes were not good.

"I warn you, don't take Jiang Fuyue's idea."

"Wa—what kind of green onion are you? Can you handle it?" He said it as if he had a crush on that girl, cut!

Yici saw the disdain in his eyes, but was relieved.

He turned to look straight at Zhong Ziang, although this man was arrogant and mad, even more annoying than that little hypocrite Ling Xuan, not to mention his face was quite attractive.

"What did you bet with Jiang Fuyue just now?"

Zhong Ziang sneered when he heard the words, "Why should I tell you?"

The tone is arrogant, but unfortunately the chin is bruised, which not only has no deterrent effect, but adds a sense of humor.

Yici's expression was subtle: "I heard... you were beaten up two days ago?"

Zhong Ziang froze all over.

"Isn't it the one who was beaten by Jiang Fuyue?"

"..."

Yi Ci laughed loudly: "You bastard! You were actually beaten by a woman, hahaha..."

He completely forgot that he had also been rubbed against the wall by Jiang Fuyue.

"Shut up!" Zhong Ziang's veins jumped.

"Hahahaha-"

"Laugh again, believe it or not..."

Yici was not afraid: "What about you? Can you eat me?"

"I won't eat you," Zhong Ziang pursed his lips strangely, "but I can chase Jiang Fuyue."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"you dare?!"

"What's wrong with my lord?" Zhong Ziang smiled lazily.

"She's the one I saw first!"

"Now I'm watching too."

Yici: "Smelly shameless!"

"Did she promise you? It's not like that just now, don't you wish it?"

"Humph! I can't catch up, so don't even think about it."

Zhong Ziang remembered Jiang Fuyue's punch, and the bruised chin began to ache again, "Why don't we make a bet?"

"Bet what?"

"Who will chase Jiang Fuyue first?"

Yici frowned, subconsciously feeling that this was not good, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

Zhong Ziang sneered: "Don't dare to compare?"

"Comparison! Who's afraid of whom?"

"Okay! Whoever loses will be the younger brother!"

The eyes are facing each other, not giving in to each other.

"It's a word."

Sister Yue: I'll let you lose all the way [smiles]