Yi Ci: "How many ways do you have left?"
Zhong Ziang: "How many do you have left?"
Yi Ci: "You speak first."
Zhong Ziang: "You speak first."
Yi Ci: "... two questions."
Zhong Ziang: "Oh." Grass! I still have 5678 questions...
Soon, with Jiang Fuyue's help, Yi Ci was completed.
Zhong Ziang: "That... can I take it back and make it?"
Jiang Fuyue asked, "Can you do it?"
"Cough..." Young Master Zhong blushed, "No, I'm not very good at it."
"Then what's the use of taking it back?"
Zhong Ziang blurted out: "I can ask my uncle!"
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows, thinking of Xie Dingyuan's high-spirited face, untouched by human fireworks, "Are you sure?"
Zhong Ziang: "..." Not sure.
He could already imagine Xie Dingyuan scanning the topic and looking at him like a stupid pig.
hiss! Scalp tingling, toes scratching.
Jiang Fuyue pointed to the blank space: "Look at this question first..."
At first, Zhong Ziang was absent-minded, but the girl's voice was clear and soothing, calm and calm, flowing gracefully like a gurgling spring, and he became serious unconsciously.
When the formulas were written out one after another, and the numbers were calculated one after another, Zhong Ziang had never felt so awesome!
When the last answer was written and Jiang Fuyue nodded affirmatively, he suddenly felt that games and TV were not good!
"Am I doing it right? Really doing it right?"
"Um."
Zhong Ziang was so happy that he jumped up on the spot. Under the sun, he looked like a young man full of vigor and youth.
Yi Ci pouted in disgust: Stupid X.
Isn't it just doing the right thing? He did the right thing too, so what's there to brag about
Thinking this way in my heart, jiojio is arbitrarily pointing on the ground.
Well, he's not proud at all.
Even a little bit was infected by Zhong Ziang's stupidity.
Kicking the basketball into the air, it flew into the air, and then landed firmly in his hand. Yi Ci twirled it with one index finger, showing off his skills, and looked at the two of them: "Come on?"
Zhong Ziang: "Come here! I can't kill you!"
The two looked at Jiang Fuyue at the same time.
The latter shrugged indifferently: "Okay."
She was wearing a school uniform today, and when she took off her jacket, there was only a T-shirt inside. Although it was not as eye-catching as a suspender, she could still see her snow-white arms, slender neck, and delicately shaped collarbone that was deep enough to hold water.
The fragrance of citrus wafted in the air, which inevitably penetrated into Yi Ci's nostrils. He blushed with a brush, his eyes were empty - he wanted to look, but he didn't dare to look.
Zhong Ziang took a deep breath, his eyes became fiery in an instant, but he quickly calmed down, and he glared at Yi Ci twice - look again, I'll break your head off!
Yi Ci originally didn't dare to watch it, but after being so excited by him, he decided to watch it.
Slender waist, long legs, there is really nothing that is not beautiful.
Zhong Ziang became anxious, snatched the ball from his hand, and smashed it with a bang.
Yi Ci came back to his senses, rubbed his chest in pain, and fought back.
Zhong Ziang dodged sideways, but it was still too late, the ball barely brushed his cheekbone, and the place where it was rubbed was on fire: "Damn! You want to fight, just say it!"
He picked up the ball, hit it back angrily, and was intercepted by Jiang Fuyue when he threw it into the air.
When the ball was in her hands, her cool gaze swept over the two of them: "Are you playing ball or people?"
Yi Ci turned away coldly.
Zhong Ziang also hummed heavily.
Jiang Fuyue: "Are you still playing?"
The two said at the same time: "Play!"
What happens next will be interesting...
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Second watch, one thousand words.
There are three more.