On the court, 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 a cool snow white, with a thin red due to exercise, as if carved from warm jade.
With every run, every attack, infinite vitality burst out from her, attracting all eyes from all directions.
Or amazed, or amazed, or astonished.
Obviously there were other people on the field, but everyone invariably only looked at her.
"Beautiful and sassy!"
"We girls look better at playing basketball than your boys."
"The key point is that Jiang Fuyue is still leading the score."
"This is fucking embarrassing..."
At that time, Yi Ci and Zhong Ziang were still teaching in the classroom.
The two of them received the news almost at the same time, and then quickly logged into the school forum, clicked on the hot post on the homepage, and the screen was full of "Jiang Fuyue", besides the name, there was also a photo of her wearing a jersey.
Running and dribbling, confrontation wrestling, jumping and shooting...
The girl was sweating profusely, but she was shockingly beautiful.
"Damn - wear so little, who will show it to?" Yi Ci cursed, grabbed the phone and walked out.
Zhong Ziang followed closely behind, not forgetting to bring his precious basketball, with an eager expression on his face.
"Fuck! Brother Ci, are you crazy? This is still in class, you..."
The only response to him was two figures from his back that swept away like wind.
"Why is Zhong Ziang also crazy?"
…
When going down the stairs, the two inevitably ran into each other.
Yi Ci: "Why are you following me?"
Zhong Ziang: "If you can't talk, fart less, who is following you?"
Yi Ci quickened his pace.
Zhong Ziang was not to be outdone.
In the end it 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 score, and the subversion of their established impression of Jiang Fuyue!
But the center of discussion was not there, so Yi Ci grabbed a classmate casually and asked, "Where's Jiang Fuyue?"
"It seems to be called away by Teacher Meng."
…
in the corner.
"... How about it, would you like it?" Meng Zhijian was full of anticipation, looking at the girl like looking at a piece of delicious pork belly.
Jiang Fuyue didn't respond.
Meng Zhijian became anxious, "Let me tell you, IMO is not the only one that has a future, IPhO is just as powerful! More than 40 countries take part in the competition every year, and its influence spreads across five continents. It is not a problem to be recommended to top universities such as B University and Q University. Even if you want to go abroad, you can get the Ivy League offer at will... "
Let his tongue shine like a lotus flower, Jiang Fuyue remained calm from the beginning to the end: "I will think about it."
"No... what else is there to consider? I promise, as long as you come to the Wujing class, I will give you the most comprehensive, scientific and systematic training!"
But Jiang Fuyue still said the same thing.
Meng Zhijian scratched his head and scratched his head: "Then tell me, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
She looked down.
"Then let me ask this question differently. You have already gone to the Mathematics Olympiad class, so why can't you come to my Physics class?"
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyes: "There is a subsidy for the Math Olympiad class."
"?"
"Five hundred a month."
"..."
But the Wu Jing class did not.
Not long ago, Meng Zhijian laughed at Xu Jingjiang Fuyue not for him, nor for the Olympiad, but for the school's monthly subsidy. Now it is his turn to realize how much this feeling is. ... Grass eggs!
The point is, the school really didn't give subsidies to the students of the Mathematical Olympiad class.
No one mentioned it before, and he didn't care.
What's more, students who can go to No. 1 middle school, which family has no foundation? Who cares about the three or five hundred dollars
Being able to be trained as a "seed player", no matter the students or the parents, 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 not only fails to achieve fairness in the disciplines, but also deprives students of the right to use knowledge to create wealth, and it also discourages the enthusiasm of students in No. 1 Middle School to explore the unknown and work hard."
"!" Also, can you explain it like this? A set of...
Meng Zhijian was already dazed, and he didn't react until Jiang Fuyue walked far away, and promised her back, "I'll apply to the school right away!"
Jiang Fuyue didn't stop walking, but a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
She waved her hand, "Then wait for the application to be finalized."
Meng Zhijian: "..."
Students these days are getting harder and harder to fool around.
Jiang Fuyue picked up her coat and put it on her body, and was about to go back to the classroom, when she turned her head and let Yi Ci and Zhong Ziang stand in the way.
She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Is there something wrong?"
Yi Ci: "You can play basketball? How come I don't know?"
Zhong Ziang: "Let's gamble again, dare you?"
The two spoke at the same time, one questioning and the other provocative.
No matter who it is, Jiang Fuyue-
"Not interested in."
After speaking, he walked away.
When passing the two of them, he didn't even give him an extra 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 Yi Ci.
"What are you doing?!" Zhong Shao frowned, his eyes unfriendly.
"I'm warning you, don't try to trick Jiang Fuyue."
"Rub—what kind of onion are you? Do you care?" He said as if he had a crush on that girl, cut!
Yi Ci saw the disdain in his eyes, but felt relieved.
Instead, he began to look at Zhong Ziang squarely. Although this person was aggressive and crazy, more annoying than that little hypocrite Ling Xuan, not to mention his pretty face.
"What did you bet with Jiang Fuyue just now?"
Zhong Ziang heard this and sneered, "Why did I tell you?"
The tone was arrogant, but it was a pity that there were bruises on the chin, which not only had no deterrent effect, but added a sense of humor.
Yi Ci's expression was subtle: "I heard...you were beaten up two days ago?"
Zhong Ziang froze.
"Couldn't it be beaten by Jiang Fuyue?"
"..."
Yi Ci laughed loudly: "You bastard! You were beaten by a woman, hahaha..."
She completely forgot that she was also pressed against the wall by Jiang Fuyue and rubbed against it.
"Shut up!" Zhong Ziang's veins twitched violently.
"Hahahahaha—"
"Laugh again, believe it or not..."
Yi Ci was not afraid: "What's wrong with you? Can you eat me?"
"I won't eat you," Zhong Ziang curled his lips strangely, "but I can chase after Jiang Fuyue."
The laughter stopped abruptly.
"you dare?!"
"Master, why don't you dare?" Zhong Ziang smiled lazily.
"She was the one I saw first!"
"Now I see it too."
Yi Ci: "Smelly shameless!"
"Did she agree to you? It's not like that just now, don't you wishful thinking?"
"Hmph! If I can't catch up, you can't even think about it."
Zhong Ziang thought of Jiang Fuyue's punch, and the bruised chin began to ache again, "Why don't we make a bet?"
"What bet?"
"Whoever catches up with Jiang Fuyue first."
Yi Ci frowned, subconsciously feeling that this was bad, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Zhong Ziang sneered: "Don't dare to compare?"
"Compare! Who is afraid of whom?" The young man's spirit could not stand the excitement.
"Okay! Whoever loses will be the younger brother!"
The four eyes are facing each other, not giving in to each other.
"It's a deal."