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

That night.

Younger Jiang, who was full of food and drink, was lying on the upper bunk, with a small quilt on his chubby belly.

"Sister, are you asleep?"

"..."

"I know, you didn't sleep, I heard you move just now."

"……Oh."

"Sister..." Jiang Xiaodi's right index finger was digging on the quilt, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, the corner of his mouth curled up in a small arc.

"If you have something to say, the old problem of hesitating has been committed again?"

"...No." Little brother Jiang was embarrassed.

"Um."

"Sister, I feel so happy." The child's soft and timid voice was full of happiness and contentment.

In the darkness, Jiang Fuyue froze obviously.

happiness?

"...will you be happy when you're full?" The requirements are too low.

Brother Jiang: "Besides this, there are more!"

Jiang Fuyue: "What?"

"With you, with your parents, we are together as a family." After speaking, he asked again, "Sister, do you feel happy?"

In the dark, there was no response.

Brother Jiang also quieted down.

After a long while, a faint voice came from the lower bunk: "...Well."

But Jiang Chenxing was already sound asleep.

Under the same night, Yutian Huafu in Linnan District was bathed in moonlight and fell into silence.

The single-family villa in the northeast corner, the bedroom on the second floor is still lit.

Xie Dingyuan looked in the mirror to see the bruises on his back, then put on his pajamas and fastened the button to the last one.

He raised his hand higher and higher, suddenly involving a certain muscle, and there was a dull pain on the inside of his hind arm. .

During this period, the man did not move his brows and remained expressionless.

And the place where it hurt was the place where Jiang Fuyue grabbed it before.

A high school student, female, weighs less than 100, but has a lot of strength!

The next day, Zhong Ziang went downstairs with a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. Of course, his chin could also be buried in it.

Xie Dingyuan looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and said nothing.

Liu Ma's suspicious eyes switched back and forth between the nephew and the uncle, and finally leaned out the window and looked up at the sky.

The scorching sun is hot, it is the midsummer of the eight classics, yes.

That……

Why does one wear long sleeves and the other a scarf?

Liu Ma: I suspect that I haven't woken up, I'm still dreaming.

...

On July 27, half a month has passed since the first trial of the competition.

Rankings and grades are down.

There were 13 people who took the exam in No. 1 High School, with a total score of 200, and all of them passed the 120 pass line.

Among them, there are as many as 9 people in the high segment of 150-200!

Hou Siyuan, who vomited while training, scored 162 on the exam. Hearing this score, he was dumbfounded on the spot.

When he reacted, he dragged Meng Zhijian to confirm again and again: "Mr. Meng, are you sure you read it right? Are you not wearing glasses? Or... confuse my name with other people? How can I take the 162 test? Can I take the 162 test?! I'm not worthy!"

Meng Zhijian's mouth twitched, and he slapped the report card in front of him: "Take it and get out!"

Hou Siyuan picked it up, glanced dazedly, and then... rolled off with a smile.

Liu Bowen made a mistake in the last big question and only got 185 in the test, but it was still within his expectations.

So, I calmly accepted the result.

Meng Zhijian: "Continue to work hard, the future can be expected."

Liu Bowen smiled and nodded: "Thank you teacher, I will do my best."

As for Ling Xuan, there is nothing to say, the high score of 196 is rare over the years.

Meng Zhijian: "...Congratulations, the city's third place. If the semi-finals and finals continue to maintain this level, then this year's summer camp will be stable."

Ling Xuan hummed softly and looked at the transcript in his hand, but there was no joy between his eyebrows.

"What's wrong? Do you still have any questions?" Meng Zhijian asked, seeing that his expression was wrong.

"I can't figure out where the four points are."

"According to the rules, the competition exam paper cannot be consulted... However, I suggest you to ask Jiang Fuyue."

"Ask her?" Ling Xuan raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, ask her. She is one of the two full marks in the city this year, tied for first place with Feng Kaixuan of No. 2 Middle School."

It is said to be tied, but now several middle schools have spread the word, Jiang Fuyue handed in the test within 40 minutes of the test, and Feng Kaixuan did it from the beginning to the end, and did not write until the bell rang. .

After Ling Xuan heard this, his face seemed to be more complicated than before.

"...Thank you, Teacher Meng, I know what to do."

"That's good."

"Jiang Fuyue, she..." Ling Xuan paused, his eyes flashing slightly, "Are you here?"

Meng Zhijian shook his head: "I said I'm busy, I'll come and get the transcript on Monday."

Ah……

Ling Xuan lowered his eyes and curled his lips silently, but his eyes were full of ridicule.

They couldn't wait to find out the scores, and they rushed back to school even though Saturday was off. She's better--

Don't be in a hurry, don't seem to care at all, even if you get a full score, it's probably nothing more than that in her opinion.

The moment he heard Jiang Fuyue's results, Ling Xuan didn't feel that he had lost, but now he was shocked that he might not even be qualified to "lose".

Because Jiang Fuyue has never compared with him from beginning to end, he has always been unilaterally competing.

You treat someone as an opponent, an enemy, but the other party doesn't even know who you are, this feeling...

It's more frustrating than losing!

As soon as Ling Xuan stepped out of the office, Sun Cheng came over with one arm. He was here to accompany Ling Xuan to get the report card. In the afternoon, the two of them made an appointment to run the Martin car on the mountain.

"196 ah, brother, I haven't been involved in competition for more than a year, I didn't expect that the glory is still there, it's amazing!" Before Ling Xuan came out, he knew the results from others.

Ling Xuan's reaction was flat.

Sun Cheng couldn't help but look at him more: "What's the situation? It's close to a perfect score, and you're still depressed?"

Ling Xuan's eyes sank, "It's close, it's not a full score, what kind of coke is there?"

"Tsk, have you been on the verge of getting full marks recently? I've never seen you be so demanding of yourself before..."

Sun Cheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something: "Could it be because of Jiang—"

"To shut up!"

"Tsk tsk, there is no silver three hundred taels here."

Ling Xuan: "..."

"By the way, how many points does Jiang Fuyue have this time? It can't be full again... er! Points?"

Ling Xuan smiled and gritted his teeth: "You, say, what?"

"Fuck!" Sun Cheng was shocked, "Is it really a perfect score?"

Ling Xuan strode forward, leaving him an indifferent back of his head.

Sun Cheng: What, I don't want to hear it, and I won't let others say it...

However, he still has to shout: "Goddess Niubi!"

Ling Xuan turned his head coldly: "Are you going? The Martin car didn't run in the afternoon?"

Sun Cheng hummed softly: Pretend! Continue to install! Admit it, you're just jealous.

Also shocked was Yu Wenzhou, who came to the office non-stop from home, "...How many points? I didn't hear you on the phone just now, can you say it again?"

Meng Zhijian: "200, full marks." After speaking, he handed over the transcript.

Yu Wenzhou read it once, blinked, and read it a second time.

After several repetitions, he finally covered his chest exaggeratedly, and after a while, he said, "You said this child...she, why is she so ambitious?!"