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

Tong glaze pillows are ceramic products, but not all of them. There are also special craftsmanship passed down by the Duofu people for generations.

Including carving, incense, precipitation, solid glaze, etc., in addition to pure handwork, the most rare thing is that it is soaked with secret spices and dried with special medicinal materials, which has the effect of helping sleep and sleeping.

But the premise is not to get wet.

Once it gets wet, not only will it lose its efficacy, but it will also emit a foul odor, and it must be dried before continuing to use it.

It just so happened that there was a pool of water on the table, so Fan Ye couldn't helplessly watch Gao Zhaoming put the pillow on, and subconsciously opened his mouth to stop it.

Unexpectedly, there is someone faster than her...

"Sister Yue, do you know that Tong glaze pillows can't get wet?!"

Jiang Fuyue nodded: "I know a little."

"Then you must have gone too far."

"Why do you say that?"

Fan Ye clenched his fingers: "Look, you can talk a lot, and you know that it is best to eat Duo Fuguo from the core, so that you can return to the sweetness. Now it is clear that even the tung glaze pillow can't get wet."

There is no such thing on the Internet or in the book. Either she has been in contact with too many floating people, or she has been to the island.

Especially regarding the tong glaze pillow, the production process is monopolized by several big names, and it is a rare object even on the island. Fanye came into contact with it because he was the daughter of the chief.

But Jiang Fuyue knows no less than her, which is very strange.

"I haven't been there." She shook her head in denial, at least never in her life.

Fan Ye scratched his head, a little puzzled.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you've been there or not. What matters is when do we eat?" Gao Zhaoming smiled shyly, "I'm hungry."

"Yes, yes," Huang Hui quickly echoed, "I'm hungry too."

The four of them set off from the dormitory and went off-campus for food.

The restaurants in the north are always full of sincerity, especially the ones opened in front of the school, which not only have enough weight, but also taste good.

Jiang Fuyue ordered four dishes, two meat, one vegetable and one soup, enough for four people to eat.

"Hiccup~" Gao Zhaoming hiccupped with satisfaction.

Fan Ye smacked his lips, still unfinished.

Huang Hui rubbed his stomach, obviously a little unbearable.

Jiang Fuyue went to check out, and it was less than one hundred yuan, so she simply asked, but the three of them still insisted on AA.

She didn't refuse either.

After eating, I walked back to the school. The hot sun was blocked by the rows of green shades. A few people walked under the trees. It was not hot at all, and there was a slight cool breeze.

At this time, a whistle sounded behind him, and it was continuous and harsh.

The four avoided the steps and gave way to the road, but the whistle did not stop, on the contrary, it had a tendency to intensify.

Jiang Fuyue frowned and looked back. Before she could see who was in the car, the black BMW was like a living fish in the water.

Gao Zhaoming: "Who is it? So arrogant."

From the continuous whistle to the screeching accelerator, everything is high-profile.

Huang Hui shrugged: "What about him."

Fan Ye touched his chin: "How do you feel that those loudspeakers were deliberately pressed at us?"

This speculation was confirmed when she saw Lin Yuan and a black BMW parked next to her in front of the girls' dormitory.

"It's a coincidence, we meet again." Lin Yuan was wearing a long sky blue dress and a pink and white fisherman's hat. Her long hair was draped behind her, and she was carrying a small bag in her hand.

At this moment, standing on the steps, half raised his chin, and greeted several people with a slight look in his eyes.

Jiang Fuyue's reaction was flat.

Gao Zhaoming and Huang Hui were unfamiliar with her, so they nodded reluctantly, gave a smile, and ignored them.

Fan Ye turned her head away, the little girl's love and hatred were clearly written on her face, and she didn't know how to hide it.

Lin Yuan's expression was a little unsettled, but fortunately she adjusted it in time, and she was smiling again in the blink of an eye.

This time, No. 7 Middle School has made two finalists, one is Lin Yuan, and the other is Zhou Xian, who is a boy.

And last time, Ke Ran, who had a lot of friction with Fan Ye, was directly defeated, and now he can't even find a figure.

It's kind of boring to think about it, racking my brains to target others, but neglecting self-study, and finally ending in a scramble.

In comparison, Lin Yuan is much smarter.

She has never targeted Fan Ye and Jiang Fuyue on the bright side, but Ke Ran's every move can be seen everywhere.

The masters hide behind the scenes, and Lin Yuan obviously knows the trick.

When I went upstairs, I found out that she actually lived next to Fan Ye.

Jiang Fuyue looked at the little girl who was facing the enemy, and couldn't help laughing: "What are you afraid of? She is not a tiger, can she eat you?"

Fan Ye pinched his fingers nervously: "She talks in a twisted way, but I can't speak to her."

As soon as she said it, she wanted to make a move.

I really do it, I am afraid that the qualifications for the competition are gone.

Jiang Fuyue taught her a trick.

"What?" Xingmu's eyes were bright.

"Pretend to be deaf."

"..."

To pretend to be deaf means not to listen.

To be dumb, that is, not to return.

No matter how powerful Lin Yuan's mouth was, she couldn't shake such Tie Hanhan.

"Hmm!" Fan Ye nodded, "I remember."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the opening ceremony was held.

The head coach came to the stage to give a speech, and then introduced several coaches and the instructors responsible for the daily life of the students.

In the speech session of the student representatives, Jiang Fuyue was invited to the stage as the first with full marks in the semi-finals.

The process went quite smoothly, and no second Huo Fanjin jumped out to smash the field.

After the end, Jiang Fuyue returned to Q University's training class on physical competition.

...

Six pm.

Yan Zhenfeng: "Okay, that's all for today."

Jiang Fuyue took a picture of the writing on the blackboard with her mobile phone and sent it to Ling Xuan.

On the third day of entering the camp, something happened to Ling Xuan's house. He asked for leave and rushed back to Linhuai. Before leaving, he asked Jiang Fuyue to take pictures of the daily class notes and send them to him.

Jiang Fuyue did not refuse.

However, the connection between the two was limited to a few photos on WeChat, and even text was rarely posted. It was basically a unilateral thank you from Ling Xuan.

She thought it was the same today, but unexpectedly, a few seconds after the picture was sent, Ling Xuan's video call requests came one after another...

The second shift is coming, two thousand words.

In the evening of the third watch, the fish worked hard to watch it earlier, not to let everyone be a bald baby.