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

After the end of the National League, the third year of senior high school also ushered in the first monthly exam.

The head teachers of each class paid great attention to it, and even Zhong Zian, who had been hospitalized for more than half a month, came back.

His legs have been splinted and he can walk normally.

When Jiang Fuyue saw him in the cafeteria, he was sitting with Yu Jiaze for dinner. The two seemed to be arguing about something, and their expressions were not very good.

When Jiang Fuyue walked over, Yu Jiaze had already stood up and left a sentence: "...I won't believe you."

And then over her, strode away.

Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows and took a seat opposite Zhong Ziang: "Are your legs okay?"

Seeing her, Zhong Ziang swept away the gloomy color, and his eyes lit up: "Good morning. If I hadn't been dragged back by Lao Meng for the exam, I could have stayed in the hospital for a few more days, hehe..."

Jiang Fuyue looked at him with a "I'm lazy, I'm happy" look, and suddenly asked, "Which university do you want to go to?"

"Huh?" Is this topic jumping too fast?

It was the first time that Zhong Ziang was asked this question. The family managed him, but they never seemed to worry that he did not have a book.

"I-I didn't even think about it." He scratched his head.

"You can think about it." Jiang Fuyue said.

Zhong Ziang was stunned.

Math test in the afternoon.

As soon as half an hour came, Jiang Fuyue's voice of handing over the papers sounded on time, not a second, not a second, as if it had been completed for a long time, counting the time until now.

Kind of embarrassed her.

Everyone said: "..." Speechless.

Now, all teachers who have been invigilated in No. 1 Middle School, no matter what grade or subject, whether they have invigilated Jiang Fuyue or have not invigilated her, they all know that there is a student in the third grade who won a gold medal in the dual-subject competition and refused to recommend the University of Q and University of B. Talented girls are used to submitting papers in advance.

Over time, the teachers will no longer make a fuss, and they will be very calm when they receive it. There will not be the kind of situation in which they persuaded her to check and check again because she was worried that she had not finished or was careless.

Xu Jing asked her how she felt?

Jiang Fuyue: "One is born again, and the second is cooked."

Xu Jing: "..."

The next day, in the morning, in the comprehensive examination, and in the afternoon in English, Jiang Fuyue handed in the papers in advance.

Meng Zhijian bumped into her in the corridor and sighed softly, "You are so dashing, you just don't know how much pressure you put on students!"

Jiang Fuyue: "Actually not many. After all, there are only thirty people in the same examination room as me."

"..." Suddenly unable to refute.

The end of the monthly exam is Saturday, and everyone can finally relax.

Zou Hao lost the bet before and wanted to invite the entire Math Olympiad class to KTV, with all drinks and snacks, and finally cashed out this week.

In the large private room, there are more than 20 students, both male and female.

Zou Hao clenched the microphone tightly and wailed along with the music.

"...What a painful realization~ You are my everything~"

"Hahahaha! Zou Hao, are you a joker sent by monkeys? It's so funny!"

"You can become a comedian, Baohong!"

After the song was over, Zou Hao was finally ready to rest. As soon as he put down the microphone, another person picked it up and handed it to Ling Xuan.

"The school grass is here!"

This coax, the atmosphere instantly rises——

"You guys haven't heard the school grass sing, you must come to one of the series in your lifetime!"

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

The whole room was boiling.

Ling Xuan refused, but stood up generously, and immediately received a round of applause.

He ordered a song, slowly swept over the crowd, and said with a smile: "It's not a professional, it's a shame."

"If you sing, we will join in!"

"The recording function is ready!"

"Sell it to those nympho in our grade on Monday, can you make a lot of money?"

"Have you lost your money?"

"..."

Soon, the prelude sounded, and the soothing and melodious minor tune was full of extravagance.

It's a very classic old song.

Ling Xuan looked somewhere under the stage and slowly opened his mouth—

You ask how deeply I love you

how much i love you

...

the moon represents my heart

...

"Why did the school grass choose this song?"

"It feels like people from the age of grandparents will like it."

"Classic never goes out of style, you know?"

"Why do I feel that Ling Xiaocao has been looking at Sister Yue?"

"Really or not? Don't say, it's really in that direction..."

"There were rumors in our grade before that Ling Xiaocao had a crush on Sister Yue."

"Huh? Why did the version I heard was Sister Yue's unrequited love for school grass?"

"Your version is outdated long ago. Believe it or not, as long as Sister Yue waved her hand, the school grass immediately turned into a licking dog?"

"The lyrics, the eyes, the tone, you taste, you carefully taste. If Ling Xiaocao is not tempted, I don't believe it!"

When the song was over, there was thunderous applause.

Ling Xuan put down the microphone and walked towards Jiang Fuyue, but the latter suddenly got up: "Go to the bathroom."

After speaking, leave the private room.

Chen Cheng was stunned, isn't there a toilet inside?

Going to the bathroom was just an excuse, of course Jiang Fuyue didn't go.

She went out of the KTV gate and stood on the steps to breathe.

After a while, footsteps sounded behind him.

Ling Xuan followed.

Seeing the girl's back, his feet stagnate, and after a few seconds, he steps up again.

He walked over to Jiang Fuyue and stood side by side with him.

The boy didn't turn his head to look at her, but cast his eyes into the distance.

"I saw it," he said. "You and my dad..."

Jiang Fuyue was stunned, no wonder Ling Xuan avoided her recently.

After the league ended, Olympiad was suspended, and the two were not in the same class at ordinary times, so they did not meet many times.

When they met in the cafeteria several times, Ling Xuan turned his head and left, avoiding her like the god of plague.

It was because of this...

Ling Xuan: "How did you know my dad?"

In fact, he wants to ask you what is the relationship.

But when it came to his mouth, he hesitated.

He had a hunch that if he really asked, he and Jiang Fuyue might not even be friends in the end.

Jiang Fuyue knew what he was thinking, "If you have any doubts, you can ask Ling Qingzhou directly, and he will give you a satisfactory answer."

Ling Xuan was stunned.

Without even thinking about it, what she blurted out was his father's full name, if it wasn't intentional, it was a habit.

If the two really have an illegitimate relationship, then the title is inappropriate in the first place.

Secondly, when Jiang Fuyue was asked, her expression was too natural, without the slightest panic, let alone a guilty conscience, even with a faint sternness and toughness.

In any case, it's not what a mistress or a mistress should behave.

Ling Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking of the unfounded speculation and entanglement during this period of time, he suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

"Okay, I'll go back and ask him."

"Um."

The boy's eyes moved slightly: "Actually that song just now..."

"It's getting late. I have something to go first. Tell me when you go in."

"……it is good."

Ling Xuan stood there, watching the girl walk away, feeling a sense of loss.

Jiang Fuyue planned to go home, and she had to go through the back door of No.

Suddenly a low roar came: "How many times do I have to say it, it's not me!"

This voice...a little familiar.

Jiang Fuyue turned around and approached the source of the sound.

Yu Jiaze sneered: "Who are you? Will a murderer admit that he is a murderer?"

"Believe it or not! Believe it or not! Pull it down!"

"You stop for me—"

"Yu Jiaze, I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you, I'm going to make every inch!"

"Don't you bear with me because of your guilty conscience?"

Zhong Ziang was furious: "Your sister is guilty!"

The last two words instantly detonated the anger accumulated in Yu Jiaze's body, and the two fought on the spot.

Sudden--

"I don't seem to be here at the right time?"

Jiang Fuyue stood five meters away, under the street lamp, smiling but not smiling.

Both were stunned.

Panic flashed in Zhong Ziang's eyes, and it was this moment of distraction that gave Yu Jiaze an opportunity.

He turned around and borrowed strength, and directly overturned Zhong Ziang.

boom--

The heavy object fell to the ground, making a muffled sound, accompanied by a cry of pain.

Just when Yu Jiaze was about to throw a punch to greet Zhong Ziang's face, a slender hand cut off his attack.

Raising his eyes suddenly, he was stunned by Shangjiang Fuyue's calm and indifferent gaze.

"Yu Jiaze, enough is enough."

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched into a ruthless arc, and then slowly closed his hand under Jiang Fuyue's gaze.

He stood up straight, looked at Zhong Ziang, who was lying on the ground, and said word by word: "The account is not over yet, continue next time."

Zhong Zi cursed lowly, as if calling him "madman" or something.

Yu Jiaze turned to leave, his back disappeared into the night, and soon disappeared.

Jiang Fuyue kicked Zhong Zian: "How long are you going to lie down? Isn't it too dirty?"

"Hey! I'm being bullied now, and you still kick me?!"

"stand up."

"Sorry."

Jiang Fuyue: "..."

"Unless you pull me."

"Then you'd better lie down." After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

Zhong Ziang got up and didn't want anyone to pull him, so he chased after him: "Hey! You are a very ruthless woman..."