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

Yici: "How many do you have left?"

Zhong Ziang: "How many do you have left?"

Yici: "You speak first."

Zhong Ziang: "You speak first."

Yici: "...two questions."

Zhong Ziang: "Oh." Grass! I still have five, six, seven, eight questions...

Soon, with the help of Jiang Fuyue, Yici was completed.

Zhong Zian: "That... can I take it back and do it?"

Jiang Fuyue asked, "Can you do it?"

"Cough..." Zhong Shao blushed, "No, not very sure."

"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 tall, untouched face, "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 still absent-minded, but the girl's voice was clear and soothing, not impatient or impatient, like a gurgling spring flowing gracefully, and before she knew it, she became serious.

When the formulas were written out one by one, and the numbers were calculated one by one, Zhong Zian had never felt that he was so arrogant!

When the last answer was written, and Jiang Fuyue nodded affirmatively, he suddenly felt that some games and TV were not good!

"Am I doing it right? Really doing it right?"

"Um."

Zhong Ziang jumped up and down with joy. Under the sun, he looked like a youthful and youthful youth.

He pouted in disgust: stupid X.

Isn't that the right question? He did it right, what's the point?

Thinking so in my heart, jiojio was arrogant on the ground.

Well, he wasn't proud at all.

Even a little bit was infected by Zhong Ziang's stupidity.

He kicked the basketball with one foot, soared into the air, and then landed firmly in his hand. Yici turned with one index finger, showing off his skills in a fancy way, and looked at the two of them: "A game?"

Zhong Ziang: "Come here! Neng won'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. As soon as she took off her jacket, there was only a T-shirt inside. Although it was not as eye-catching as the suspenders, she could still see her snow-white arms, a slender neck, and a clavicle with a delicate shape that was deep enough to hold water.

The fragrance of citrus wafted in the air, which inevitably got into Yici's nostrils. He brushed his face and blushed, his eyes were vain - he wanted to look, but he didn't dare to look.

Zhong Ziang took a breath, his eyes became hot in seconds, but they quickly converged, and he glared at Yici twice along the way - look again, my head will be cut off for you!

Yici didn't dare to watch it at first, but he was so agitated by him that he wanted to watch it.

Slim waist and long legs, there is really nothing that is not beautiful.

Zhong Ziang was anxious, grabbed the ball from his hand, and smashed it.

Yi Ci recovered, rubbed his chest in pain, and fought back.

Zhong Ziang dodged sideways, it was still too late, the ball rubbed his cheekbone, and the place where it was rubbed burned: "Damn! If you want to fight, tell me!"

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 hand, a cool gaze glanced at the two of them: "Are you playing ball or hitting people?"

Yici coldly don't overdo it.

Zhong Ziang also hummed heavily.

Jiang Fuyue: "Are you still playing?"

The two said at the same time: "Play!"

The next battle will be interesting...

Two more, one thousand words.

There are three shifts.