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

"Okay, I'll say it! I said it's still not good! Just, that game hall, a shooting competition was held, and the first prize was a limited-edition Hulk figure, the kind that can't be bought with money, so I I just thought...hehe..."

"Do you like the Hulk?"

"It's not me, it's Ling Xuan. He likes to collect and organize it together. I want to win it back and give it to him."

"So, you want me to help you shoot and win prizes for Ling Xuan?"

"Can you?" Jiang Han's eyes lit up.

"No."

"..."

Jiang Fuyue walked all the way, Jiang Han chased all the way, reached the corner, turned down the stairs, but Jiang Fuyue suddenly stopped.

Jiang Han seemed to see hope, so he chased after him, panting but smiling brightly: "Sister Yue, I knew you—"

Halfway through speaking, he stopped abruptly.

At the end of the stairs, the girl with long hair and shawl was leaning on the boy's chest, and she was talking shyly. From Jiang Han's angle, she could just see her crimson neck, which seemed to be covered with a layer of rouge.

The boy bowed his head slightly, holding the girl's thin shoulders with both hands, and his eyes were gentle.

Jiang Han pursed his lips, a hint of loss appeared in his eyes, and the smile that was about to bloom gradually faded, and finally disappeared.

"Now you still want to send him a figurine?" Jiang Fuyue snorted softly and walked down the stairs.

The sound of footsteps that followed alarmed the two people who were hugging each other. The girl hurriedly raised her head like a bird frightened. Ling Xuan also took advantage of the situation to look over, and the moment his eyes touched Jiang Fuyue, it was immediately subtle.

However, Jiang Fuyue, who was disturbed by the pair of mandarin ducks, did not look sideways, went straight past the two of them, and walked down.

Jiang Han reacted, caught up, and when he passed Ling Xuan, the dull discomfort gradually disappeared.

The two came and went in a hurry, and soon disappeared.

Leaving Ling Xuan and Lin Yao standing on the spot, maintaining an "intimate posture", speechless for a while.

"...Stand still?" The boy said lightly.

"Stand, stand firm." Lin Yao leaned against the wall with one hand, steadfastly stabilizing her center of gravity, but her frowning brows inadvertently revealed a hint of pain.

"Yeah." Ling Xuan stopped and took a half step back. "I've already called Uncle Lin. The driver should be here by now. I'll go down and have a look. You wait here."

After speaking, move on.

"Brother Xuan!"

Ling Xuan froze at his feet.

Lin Yao looked at his elegant back, her eyes flashing slightly: "Thank you for taking me to the infirmary. What I said just now... are all sincere. You also feel that way about me, don't you?"

"...Tomorrow I will help you ask for leave from the school and take a good rest." After speaking, he strode away.

Disappointment flashed in Lin Yao's eyes, and there was a trace of... doubt.

It was obviously not like this before. Even before the interruption, the atmosphere between the two was still very good. Lin Yao was even 100% sure that Ling Xuan would accept her confession.

Can……

Why did it change in a blink of an eye?

Ling Xuan's eyes, attitude...

Thanks to this scene, Jiang Han finally gave up the idea of ​​pulling her to the shooting competition.

Of course, Jiang Fuyue would not agree either.

On Saturday and during the day, she spends her time at the pancake stand, mainly responsible for collecting money.

Jiang Xiaodi is about to take the entrance exam for the junior high school. Recently, he has been staying at home to read books and do questions, and concentrate on preparing for the exam.

At the same time, Ling Xuan, who was practicing the piano in the room, played the wrong notes one after another.

"Master, before going out, Madam ordered you to visit Miss Lin at Lin's house today. The gifts are ready to be put in the trunk. When do you think you will leave?"

"Don't go."

"But……"

"I said no, go, don't you understand?"

The servant's scalp was numb: "Then if Madam asks..."

"I'll explain to her."

...

And Yici is sitting in a well-decorated modeling studio, looking left and right in the mirror, looking at all kinds of things.

"Is it all right? Why is it so slow?"

"Yi Shao, you have dyed your hair before, so you should know that this takes a lot of time. Fortunately, this time dyeing back to black is much easier than dyeing seven colors last time, and it will be fine soon."

"Then what...you'll give me a cool haircut later."

Uh!

"What kind of cool method?"

Yi Ci thought for a while, "It's the kind that can be liked."

"The elders like it?"

"..."

When the stylist saw his speechless appearance, he had a flash of inspiration: "Understood, I want girls to like it."

Yici raised her chin in front of the mirror.

He actually said he had ugly hair, huh!

Wait, she went to school on Monday with a bloody face!

...

Zhong Ziang slept until the sun was shining for three poles, and was called by Liu's mother to have lunch.

"...Don't make any noise, let me sleep a little longer...just a while..."

"Little Master, Mr. is already waiting for you in the dining room."

"!" Zhong Ziang sat up in shock.

Five minutes later, the dining room.

Adhering to the rule of "eating without speaking", Zhong Zian just bowed his head to plan rice.

Sitting across from him was Xie Dingyuan, neither hurried nor slow, and even the posture of holding chopsticks showed dignity.

Zhong Ziang was stunned for a moment.

Until the end of the meal, his eyes were still glued to Xie Dingyuan and could not be pulled out.

Thinking of the crazy scene where the ladies and daughters of the imperial capital were rushing to their old uncles and posting fancy posts, Zhong Zian looked more and more attentively, as if to see a flower.

Xie Dingyuan couldn't bear it any longer. It had been almost half an hour since the meal.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"...Uncle, I want to ask you something."

"Say."

"Which type of boy would a girl who is particularly fierce and stubborn like?"

"?"

Zhong Ziang shrank his neck: "Why are you looking at me like this?"

Xie Dingyuan remembered the peach blossom debt he caused in the imperial capital, and he couldn't help but frown, and his eyes suddenly turned cold: "Who do you like?"

Zhong Ziang didn't hear the coldness in his words, his mind was full of scenes of Jiang Fuyue sweating and shooting basketball, that small waist, those long legs...

Simply!

A smile that he didn't even notice himself slowly crept up the corner of his mouth: "That's it... the one who beat me up last time."

Xie Dingyuan: "?"

"Uncle, I want to chase her!"

"?" Is your brain sick?

Zhong Zi stood up abruptly, "I'm going out to buy new clothes, that kind of fierce girl probably likes a gentle scum like you, shirts, trousers, leather shoes and ties, and a pair of gold-edged flat lights. Mirror, perfect!"

After speaking, he rushed upstairs like the wind, changed his clothes and rushed down again, and left.

Xie Dingyuan sat on the sofa, rubbing his chin with one hand, his eyes deep.

He's such a... Sven scum?

Ah!

...

This Saturday, the students were relaxing, but the teachers were working overtime.

"Lao Xu, how much is left in your math group?"

"Four stacks."

"Okay, fast enough! Every time I change the paper, I wonder why I am not a math teacher? Otherwise, physics and chemistry are also fine, but I am a Chinese teacher. These essays make me dizzy... …”

"Language, it's normal..." Xu Jing glanced at the time, "It's almost twelve o'clock, let's go have lunch first. Lao Meng, let's go."

"Wait, don't make a fuss." Meng Zhijian didn't lift his head, the red strokes on his hand were drawing fast.

Xu Jing walked over, "What are you doing? Focus on this..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Zhijian swiped and stood up, his expression excited and his eyes shining: "Come out!"

"What came out?"

"Score! The first full score in the history of the comprehensive comprehensive score!"

Zhong Ziang: When glasses are worn, women love them. gold silk~

Jiuye: The skin is itchy.