So Immortal just happened to hit Jiang Fuyue's schoolbag, leaving a black mark on it.
"Hey—throw the ball!"
"Fuck me—" Jiang Han put down the pen, the small universe was on fire, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.
"What's the rush?" Jiang Fuyue said coldly, "The ball is here, they should be in a hurry."
Jiang Han raised his eyebrows and stepped back.
Sure enough, he yelled a few times over there without getting a response, and started to get anxious—
"Brother Ang, I'll go and have a look."
Zhong Ziang put down the water bottle: "Together."
The ping-pong table is right next to the basketball court. Zhong Ziang and his party walked over. They are all tall and burly, and at first glance they seem quite imposing.
Ge Meng swallowed, pulled Liu Sisi together, and subconsciously stood behind Jiang Han.
And Jiang Han spontaneously stood behind Jiang Fuyue.
She didn't know why, but when her thinking came to her senses, the action was completed.
"Student, this ball is ours." Zhong Ziang said with a smile, pointing to Jiang Fuyue's hand.
He knew this girl, the one Yi Ci wanted to chase after, just happened to meet after the end of physical education class in the afternoon.
At that time, it was far away, so I only took a rough look, but now I have a closer look, not to mention, it's so beautiful.
Her skin was the fairest among the girls he had ever seen, blue blood vessels could still be seen on her chin, her pair of peach blossom eyes had a cold light, and her pupils were black and bright.
Standing in front of him, he didn't look short, at least 1.7 meters.
Even wearing a loose school uniform, the slender lines can still be seen on the legs.
Rao, the young prince of the Zhong family has seen countless famous ladies and beauties in the Beijing circle, and there are few such top-notch ones.
No wonder Yici's dog licks more vigorously than the cub...
When Zhong Ziang looked at Jiang Fuyue, Jiang Fuyue also looked at him calmly.
But with just one glance, he looked away.
This person has the dandyism she was used to in her previous life, no matter his expression, demeanor or behavior, they all bear the brand of that circle.
And the status is not low.
Unexpectedly, a little Linhuai is also hiding a dragon and crouching tiger.
However, Jiang Fuyue deserved it.
Thinking back when she was playing around in the capital, this kid might not have been reincarnated—
"You said the ball was yours, that's fine, please apologize."
"Apologize?!" Before Zhong Ziang could speak, another boy behind him exploded.
Jiang Han jumped out and pointed to Jiang Fuyue's schoolbag: "You smashed it, shouldn't you apologize?"
"Yo, it's you, Jiang Han." These boys, including Zhong Ziang, are all from Class Seven, and so is Jiang Han.
"Everyone is in the same class, you can't bend your elbows out."
The boys in Class 7 didn't have any ill feeling towards Jiang Han, at most they teased her fat body behind her back.
Jiang Han rolled his eyes, "I was almost hit too, okay? Whoever did it, stand up and apologize, and the matter is over."
The boy's vain eyes glanced at Zhong Ziang from time to time, but no one spoke.
He missed the shot just now and threw it too hard.
But among the rich second generations in Class 7, who is not a human being
He had already learned from his parents that Zhong Ziang had an extraordinary background, and it was too late to praise him, who wouldn't shake him out if he didn't have eyes
Zhong Ziang was obviously used to this kind of treatment as the proud son of heaven, who would be offered up wherever he went.
He wanted to see how this woman stepped down if no one stood up.
At this moment, Jiang Fuyue, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised her eyes, and her straight eyes fell on Zhong Ziang's face: "I saw it, you threw the ball."
"Oh?" Zhong Ziang laughed, "Is there any proof?"
Jiang Fuyue was too lazy to pick up on this kind of rebellious boy's fault, and went straight to the point, "Apologize."
Tsk!
Zhong Ziang pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheeks, and let out a loud "boom", tilted his head, his thin forehead hair covered half of his eyebrows, his beautiful eyes suddenly gave birth to evil spirits, coupled with the lazy smile on the corner of his mouth , handsome and ruffian.
"Student, it's better to think about some things before you say them." It's not like a reminder, but a warning.
Seeing his arrogance, Jiang Han recalled all kinds of rumors about this classmate Zhong in the class, his eyes flickered slightly, and his heart was faintly trembling.
Ge Meng and Liu Sisi are even more useless, where have you seen such a battle
The handsome young man stood in front of him imposingly, looking very difficult to provoke, who wouldn't be shy
There are still some.
For example, Jiang Fuyue.
Watching him playfully pretending to be X, he let out a warning, but there was no disturbance in his heart.
"Have you seen "Balala Little Demon Fairy"?" she asked.
Zhong Ziang: "?"
"The way you did just now is like the routine of chanting spells when the magic fairy transforms, and then coupled with a series of fancy movements, isn't it good to directly enlarge and recruit it? You are young, you are formalistic, and you are good-looking, but Too much sand sculpture. If you were my son, you would have been whipped, it would be a shame."
It was the first time Jiang Han heard Jiang Fuyue say so many words in one breath, at first he thought she was not good at words, but never thought that she was too lethal.
This is not the first time the firepower is fired, it will directly blast the surname Zhong into scum.
Zhong Ziang froze in place, and when he reacted, he suddenly became angry: "You fucking—"
"Keep your mouth clean." Jiang Fuyue's eyes turned cold, and she slammed a basketball into his chest, bang!
Zhong Ziang almost bleeds internally.
And she had already taken the ball back into her hand with the strength of the rebound, and looked down at Zhong Ziang, whose cheeks were flushed from coughing and half-bowed.
"Okay," the boy stood up straight, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "It's done, I met an expert."
Just now, Jiang Fuyue revealed that his strength was not weak, and the angle was tricky. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he could play basketball.
Zhong Ziang: "Bibi?"
Jiang Fuyue looked indifferent: "Not interested."
"Wouldn't you be interested in placing some bets?"
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.
Zhong Ziang: "I lost, I apologize to you; you lost, call me daddy three times."
Jiang Fuyue: "Add one, if you lose, you will not only apologize, but also let me punch you."
"make a deal."
Three minutes later, the basketball court.
Jiang Fuyue and Zhong Ziang stood in the middle, facing each other, ready to go.
Standing beside Jiang Han and the other three were Zhong Ziang and his friends.
"Sister Han," Ge Meng leaned over, "This... can it work?"
Not to mention other things, Jiang Fuyue lost a lot just by looking at her stature, and her rebounds are so high...
Liu Sisi: "I think Xuan. Men's jumping ability is inherently better than women's, so they have a natural advantage in playing basketball."
Jiang Han: "Don't make noise—it's started!"
The moment the ball was thrown, Jiang Fuyue and Zhong Ziang took off at the same time. Not surprisingly, the latter reached the ball first, and when he wanted to control it, Jiang Fuyue suddenly slapped it.
Zhong Ziang didn't panic, he didn't even dodge, he planned to fight head-on and compare his strength, if it went well, he would be able to press Jiang Fuyue to the ground and rub against him, so that he couldn't get up from the fall.
Unfortunately, he miscalculated Jiang Fuyue's strength.
It wasn't a miscalculation, because he had already noticed that the other party was strong with the blow to his chest before, but he just didn't pay attention to it.
Just imagine, no matter how strong a girl is, where can she go
But this woman is not a human being. The moment Jiang Fuyue faced her face-to-face, the sudden burst of strength made his arms go numb.
The basketball was dropped, Zhong Ziang ran after him, but Jiang Fuyue was half a beat too late, and the ball fell into her hands.
Jiang Fuyue took advantage of the situation to retreat two meters away, and slapped the ball one after another, hitting the plastic field with a dull thumping sound.