Chapter 27

Good to die, just hit Jiang Fuyue's schoolbag, leaving a black mark.

"Hey - throw the ball!"

"I'm fucking --" Jiang Han put his pen down, the universe burst into flames, rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.

"What's the hurry?" Jiang Fuyue said coldly. "The ball is here. It's them who should be anxious."

Jiang Hanmei moved his eyes and retreated.

Sure enough, there was no response to a few shouts and began to be anxious——

"Ango, I'll go and have a look."

Zhong Ziang put down the water bottle: "together."

The table tennis table is next to the basketball court. As soon as Zhong Ziang walks over, he is a man with a big horse. At first glance, he has great momentum.

Ge Meng swallowed his saliva, pulled Liu Sisi together, and subconsciously stood behind Jiang Han.

Jiang Han spontaneously stood behind Jiang Fuyue.

She doesn't know why. When the thought reacts, the action has been completed.

"Classmate, this ball is ours." Zhong Ziang smiled and pointed to Jiang Fuyue's hand.

This girl he knows, the one Yi Zhi wants to catch up with, happened to meet at the end of physical education in the afternoon.

At that time, I only looked at it from a distance. Now I'm closer. Don't say, it's very nice.

His skin was the whitest girl he had ever seen. He could see cyan blood vessels on his chin. A pair of peach eyes were stained with cold light, and his pupils were black and bright.

Standing before him, he was not short, at least one meter and seven.

Even wearing loose school uniforms, one leg can still see slender lines.

Rao is the little prince of the Zhong family. He has seen countless celebrities and beauties in the Beijing circle, and few of them are so excellent.

No wonder Yi Zhi's dog can lick harder than his cub

When Zhong Ziang looked at Jiang Fuyue, Jiang Fuyue also looked at him quietly.

But at one glance, he looked away.

This man has the dandy air she used to see in her previous life. Both her expression and behavior bear the brand of that circle.

And his status is not low.

I didn't expect that a small one near the Huai River would hide dragons and crouching tigers.

However, Jiang Fuyue is not empty.

When she was playing in Kyoto, I'm afraid the boy hasn't been reborn——

"You said the ball was yours. That's just right. Apologize."

"Apologize?!" before Zhong Ziang spoke, another boy behind him blew up.

Jiang Han jumped out and pointed to Jiang Fuyue's schoolbag: "you smashed it, shouldn't you apologize?"

"Oh, it's you, Jiang Han." these boys, including Zhong Ziang, are in class 7, and so is Jiang Han.

"You classmates, you can't turn your elbow out."

The boys in class 7 don't have a bad feeling for Jiang Han. They can make fun of her fat figure behind her back at most.

Jiang Han rolled his eyes. "I almost got hit, too. Who of you hit it? Stand up and apologize. It's over."

The boy's vain eyes flashed over Zhong Ziang from time to time, but no one spoke.

The ball he just shot missed and bounced out too hard.

But who is not a human spirit among the rich second generation of class 7?

I've learned from my parents that Zhong Ziang's origin is extraordinary. It's too late to hold him. Who wouldn't shake him out without eyes?

Zhong Ziang is obviously used to the treatment of being the favored son of heaven and being offered everywhere.

He wanted to see how the woman stepped down when no one stood up.

At this time, Jiang Fuyue, who had been silent, suddenly raised her eyes and fell on Zhong Ziang's face: "I saw that you threw the ball."

"Oh?" Zhong Ziang smiled. "Is there any evidence?"

Jiang Fuyue didn't bother to pick up the stubble of this rebellious teenager and went straight to the theme, "apologize."

Tut!

Zhong Ziang put the tip of his tongue against his cheek, and a loud "bang" popped up. His head tilted, and his thin forehead covered half of his eyebrows. His beautiful eyes suddenly gave birth to a evil nature. With a lazy smile on his mouth, he was handsome and ruffian.

"Classmate, it's better to think clearly about some words." it's not like a reminder, but a warning.

Jiang Han looked at his arrogant appearance and remembered all kinds of rumors about Zhong in the class. His eyes flashed slightly and he was already faintly frightened in his heart.

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 with great momentum. He looked very bad. Who wouldn't advise?

There are still some.

For example, Jiang Fuyue.

Coldly watching him play handsome costume X and give a warning, there was no waves in his heart.

"Have you seen the little devil of Balala?" she asked.

Zhong Ziang: "

"What you did just now is like a routine mantra chanting when a demon fairy changes. Coupled with a series of fancy actions, it directly enlarges the move. Isn't it fragrant? You're young, you're formalistic, you look OK, but you're too sand sculpture. If you were my son, you would have been smoked long ago and be disgraced."

Jiang Han heard Jiang Fuyue say so many words for the first time. She thought she was not good at words. She didn't think it was too destructive.

As soon as the firepower is turned on, the one surnamed Zhong is directly blasted into slag.

Zhong Ziang was stunned. When he reacted, he was angry: "you fucking --"

"Keep your mouth clean." Jiang Fuyue's eyes were suddenly cold, and the basketball in his hand hit him on the chest, bang!

Zhong Ziang almost had internal bleeding.

But she had already taken the ball back into her hands with the strength of rebound, and looked down at Zhong Ziang, whose cheeks were red and her body was half bowed due to choking.

"OK," the boy stood up straight, sneered and climbed to the corner of his mouth, "I've drilled a hole and met an expert."

Just now, Jiang Fuyue's skill is not weak, and the angle is cunning. People with a clear eye can play basketball at a glance.

Zhong Ziang: "Bibi?"

Jiang Fuyue was indifferent: "I'm not interested."

"Are you always interested in a bet?"

Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.

Zhong Ziang: "if I lose, I apologize to you; if you lose, call me dad three times."

Jiang Fuyue: "add one. If you lose, you not only apologize, but also let me punch."

"Deal."

Three minutes later, the basketball court.

Jiang Fuyue and Zhong Ziang stood in the middle, their eyes facing each other, ready to go.

Next to them stood Jiang Han. Directly opposite them were Zhong Ziang's friends.

"Sister Han," Ge Meng leaned over, "is this... OK?"

Not to mention anything else, Jiang Fuyue lost a lot just by looking at her body, and her rebounds were so high

Liusisi: "I think men have better jumping ability than women. They have natural advantages in playing basketball."

Jiang Han: "don't make a noise - it's beginning!"

The moment the ball was thrown, Jiang Fuyue and Zhong Ziang took off at the same time. No accident, the latter reached the ball first. When she wanted to control it, Jiang Fuyue suddenly took a shot.

Zhong Ziang didn't panic or even hide. He planned to fight hard and compare his strength. If it went well, he could press Jiang Fuyue on the ground and rub him. He couldn't afford to fall.

Unfortunately, he misjudged Jiang Fuyue's strength.

It's not a miscalculation, because he had noticed that the other party's strength was not small, but he didn't pay attention to it.

Just imagine, how strong can a girl be?

But the woman was not human. At the moment of facing up, Jiang Fuyue's sudden power shocked his arm.

When the basketball got off, Zhong Ziang ran after it. It was half a month late, and the ball fell into her hand.

Jiang Fuyue retreated to two meters away, clapped the ball one after another, hit the plastic field, and made a dull bang.