Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

Xu Jun is in a good mood today, and not everyone has the opportunity to be a martial artist.But no matter the game or school, points are his lifeblood, and the iron and blood slaves will never admit defeat.Today's oil field and firecrackers are not causing trouble, will the discipline score of Class 3 drop tomorrow?

Certainly not.

"I'll sign up with Zhang Lin first, not sure when." Xu Jun said, he has a bold personality, his temper comes and goes faster, and he can still be a buddy after a fight with Jiang Bai, but now he feels pretty It's quite naive, "Come on, the class monitor rubs it. After rubbing it, you will be a good friend. Think of me when you have snacks in the future."

Fu Cheng was lowering his head to remove the key rope, Jiang Bai and the others were really tied.A hand came towards him.

Xu Jun had coveted Yuanyuan's head for a long time, and was about to touch it, but the target of the sneak attack was too vigilant, he turned his head, and his hand was empty.

"Rub your father." Fu Cheng finally untied the knot, fully on guard.

The afternoons of the next two days were for training, and on Wednesday, the math teacher borrowed two lessons for testing.The whole class complained endlessly, but they had to calm down and took out the pencil case that had been put away.

Fucheng looked to the left, his senior brother seemed to have just woken up, his face was cold and cold.Although he brought himself to every meal these two days, his personality seemed to have changed dramatically.

Alas, senior brother was not like this before, why can't he laugh now?Fu Cheng took the paper and looked to the left, a terrifying thought occupied his whole body.

Damn it, senior brother fell into facial paralysis, right?Can it be cured with money?

"Don't be in a daze, write quickly, let's check the answer after writing." Xu Jun kicked the leg of the table at the same table.

Fucheng took out a pen from the plastic bag, and muttered: "I don't know which idiot threw away my schoolbag, if I find it, I will beat him to death..."

Xu Jun's face froze, and he wrote his name on the roll as if nothing had happened.

Zhengshan basically studies liberal arts. Everyone focuses on martial arts, and very few people choose science.So mathematics has become a subject that really pulls points. Some people can get 6 points, while others can get 126 points.Of course, there are very few high scorers, and most of them are in the middle.

Xu Jun usually scores 70 points, but this score is also the best in the class, and there are not many people who can surpass him.It's not that 70 points are good, it's that the focus of martial arts school students is really not on study.

I don't know how the math level of this deskmate is now.After finally having the opportunity to peek at the test paper, good guy, his handwriting is flamboyant, his teeth and claws are flaring, he belongs to the kind that is specially designed to embarrass the teacher who judges the test.

"Is your answer reliable?" Xu Jun asked quietly.

Fucheng hung down the paper, his face was written all over whether you love to copy or not.

There is a knowledge point of a big question that has not been explained, Xu Jun can't, so he has to copy it as it is and write it on his own paper.I really wonder, Fucheng is not very attentive in class, so why did he preview in advance?

But seeing how confident he was, he copied it as soon as he copied it, probably right.Xu Jun speeded up his writing.

After the exam, I went to the martial arts arena. The other two classes were practicing in full swing, and a circle of people was watching.Jiang Bai was pushed over by Xu Jun to join in the fun, something was missing in his ear, too quiet.

In the center is Fu Yu, who looks like a Guan Gongdao and dances vigorously.The blade is as tall as a person in length, and the weight weighs heavily on the hand. It cuts obliquely on the mirror surface, leaps into the air, and sweeps away thousands of troops. The loose hem of the T-shirt was tied tightly with rubber bands, wrapping around the waist. Fu Yu withdrew with a knife in one hand and took off into the air before sweeping his legs. The point of the knife smashed straight into the ground.

"Good!" Xu Junte joined in, "The beauty is very skilled!"

Jiang Bai just watched quietly, preferring to watch her perform martial arts routines rather than fall in love. I always feel that Fu Yu is more real at this time, and her smile is happier.

"Senior brother, senior brother, I'm here." Fucheng ran back after going to the toilet, fastening his belt while running, "What are you looking at? I'll take a look too."

"It's nothing." Jiang Bai turned around and walked on the floor mat of class 3, walking faster and faster.

At this time, the Sanda professional class was over, and both the major and junior classes came to use the restroom at the martial arts field. They also took a look at the martial arts routine class while passing by, but there was sarcasm in their eyes.

Class 3 began to practice leg skills, and after warming up, it was still the basic skills.The first is the straight-swinging leg method, kicking forward, kicking sideways, closing in, swinging out, the body is hanging like a needle, and the boys are naked from the upper body, one by one across the mat.

Luo Qiang shouted well for a while, but not for a while. 20 boys drenched in sleepy heat.

"Continue to practice, I didn't ask you to stop, just continue to practice! Eyes! Eyes come out!" Luo Qiang supported the boy's waist and stabilized the student's center of gravity. "Don't think the basic skills are boring. Every move and style of the basic skills is the cornerstone, no matter how powerful it is. The advanced level of martial arts is also learned from kicking and turning the waist. If there is no basic skill, how can there be routines? Continue to practice."

Girls train with female coaches, which is also hard work.The boys are too tired to step on the floor mat, and they can’t rest after straight swinging legs. What awaits them is flexion and extension legwork, kicking, kicking and kicking to test their large ligaments.

It's hot, it's really hot, and I'm really tired, I don't even have the strength to bend over.Everyone's trouser legs were rolled up, revealing one straight calf after another.

"Hey, if you don't have basic skills, where did you come up with routines?" The Sanda class was drinking water nearby, and someone stood in the crowd pinching their noses to imitate Luo Qiang.

Fucheng rolled up his trouser legs so high that they almost reached his thighs, sticking out his tongue in the heat.Of course he knew the jokes of the Sanda class, and Chongde was the same. Taekwondo and Sanda looked down on martial arts routines, and also looked down on the Hard Qi class.

The hard qi class is not to practice hard qigong, but to learn Shaolin martial arts, and they think highly of them.Only the traditional martial arts routines have been ridiculed, just like his beloved Southern Lion, which has gradually declined to a point where everyone just watches the fun.

The decline of Fujiaban is because they don’t make much money. The decline of traditional martial arts routines is due to the introduction of a large number of foreign martial arts. It seems that Chinese Kung Fu is not very good at fighting.In particular, the essence of Chinese martial arts is to the point, but Western boxing requires one blow to kill.

Putting together athletes who have learned Sanda for 5 years and routines for 5 years, Sanda must win.Fucheng understood this truth, and so did the Sanda class, so he looked down on them especially, and joked that they were show-offs of a performance nature.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Just as Xu Jun sat down along the wall, the firecrackers started, "Little pretty?"

"Falling your uncle, I'm your father!" Fu Cheng went straight to the mat, stepped out diagonally, and appeared as a high take-off with whirlwind feet at 720 degrees, landing on a horse step, and clasping his fists in front of his chest.Xu Jun understood what he was going to do, picked up a martial arts knife on the ground, and lightly threw the handle of the knife inward.

"Take the knife!" Xu Jun shouted.

Fu Cheng took the handle of the knife with his right hand, and changed his left hand to hold the knife.The entire knife was slanted against his sweaty chest, and the back of the knife was close to his forearm.The edge of the knife is facing upwards, and the right hand makes an oblique standing palm.The elbows are slightly lower than the hands, a standard knife-holding salute.

Jiang Bai turned around, just in time to catch sight of the shining blade, and his temple was stabbed again.

Martial arts talk about martial arts virtues, if you don't show courtesy in the competition, you have no virtue. Fucheng acts according to the rules, and when you put down your elbows, you are a whirlwind leg, and the blade shines silver.

The martial arts knife was soft and rattled, as if scratching Jiang Bai's heart.

The whirlwind leg hadn't finished landing yet, Fu Cheng jumped back somersault with one leg, landed on one knee, the blade swayed into willow leaves.Soaring into the air and flying feet, placing the lotus, the long legs turned into arcs, and finally landed vertically.

The routines of high-difficulty competitive martial arts, challenge the gravity of the earth, the human sword is one, the warrior turns into a willow leaf in the air, and it is light on the ground.Even Luo Qiang had to say hello.

The Taekwondo and Sanda classes broke up at once, and they couldn't stand the excitement, and they didn't wait to suffer.Students of martial arts routines generally don't show off their skills. It's the first time someone fights back, and everyone thinks it's quite novel.

Fucheng threw down the knife, ran back and squatted next to Jiang Bai. "Senior brother, how was my routine just now? I have been able to practice knives for the past few years, and the routine is not bad."

"I didn't look at you just now." Jiang Bai raised the water glass.

Fucheng also wanted to drink water, and glanced to the side, the face of the senior brother just happened to be dark, and it was all cloudy, as if he was a little angry.

"Can the blade of the saber salute be so close to the chest?" Jiang Bai asked sullenly.

"Ah?" Fucheng blinked, sweat dripped down to the base of his neck, "Isn't that how you practice? No, it's too hot, I'll go and punch my neck, senior brother, wait for me!"

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry, as if he was only wearing a pair of scarlet shorts.Xu Jun leaned over at this time: "Hey, look, he really has a waist, it's quite funny."

Jiang Bai wanted to push Xu Jun 8 meters away. "Go away, it's too hot."

Huh, comfortable!cool!Fu Cheng held cold water and patted his body, making his chest flushed red.If you sweat all over, you need a cold shower to be happy.My hair is short, so I just wipe it dry after two strokes.

After washing my face, I felt like a different person, feeling refreshed.Fucheng ran back, stopped as he ran, and was stopped halfway by the senior boy who had beaten him on the playground last time.

"Little pretty, what nickname did your monitor give you?" Jin Cheng came to arrest him again, "It's really pretty."

"Are you going or not?" Fu Cheng snapped his fingers, "If you don't, I'll fuck your whole family."

It's pretty good, Jin Cheng smiled: "If you wear jewelry, you don't need to change your clavicle nails? If you win, I'll give you a new pair. If you lose, I'll take your pair off."

It's not at all frightening to challenge Fucheng in a single round, the problem is that Zhengshan's group of wicked people don't talk about reasoning.But this time only Jin Cheng was alone, and Fu Cheng took a few steps forward: "A good dog will not block the way, let your father get out of the way. How do you want to fight?"

"You are quite interesting." Jin Cheng smoked a cigarette, "I heard that you are Jiang Bai's younger brother? Jiang Bai used to go to school in Chongde?"

"Can you fucking control it?" Fu Cheng glanced at him, and it was indeed alone, "If you want to fight and let the horse come over, I will teach you who is the father!"

Jin Cheng pinched his cigarette, and several senior high school students appeared from the corner.Fucheng smiled coldly, cupped his fists: "I can't beat you to say goodbye." After speaking, he spread his long legs, turned around and ran away.

It's not like he didn't have a long memory after being beaten twice, and he was beaten to death after being beaten again.Even if he couldn't be beaten to death, his dream of revitalizing the Fujiaban hadn't come true yet, and he couldn't get hurt.

The hero didn't suffer the immediate loss, he ran back to the martial arts arena around Fucheng, ran all the way past Jiang Bai, squatted on the right side of his senior brother and didn't plan to get up.

"Don't get so close to me." Jiang Bai said.It took 10 minutes to wash my face before coming back.

"Don't push, don't push, someone beat me outside." Fu Cheng hugged his knees and leaned to the side.

Jiang Bai looked in the direction he ran back, it was the side entrance of the martial arts field.A few figures were swaying outside the door, smoking, looking in with malicious intentions, as if looking for someone.

His gaze collided with Jin Cheng's, lightning and flint.

Jin Cheng exhaled smoke rings, smiled at Jiang Bai, and cursed: "I'll beat you up."

Jiang Bai drooped his eyelids, gently pulled the side over with his right hand, grabbed Fu Cheng's right shoulder with his right hand, and then slowly raised his eyes, turning Jin Cheng's gaze back.

"Don't touch." Jiang Bai also mouthed, and his broken hair swept across his lower eyelids.

Fu Cheng tilted his head, but didn't see what Jin Cheng was scolding.Sure enough, it is still safe to hide next to the senior brother.The group of people finally left, and he also took time to eat some snacks, rummaged through the plastic bag and schoolbag, and chose what he liked.

Taking out a bag of peach-flavored jelly, Fu Cheng unscrewed the mouth of the bottle and sucked it up mouthful.The mouth is bulging, and the jelly bag is deflated.

Jiang Bai retracted his arm casually, and his fingers slid over the stubble on the back of Fucheng's head. It was very short and softer than expected, and then slid down to his neck.

After one bag of jelly was completely swallowed, Fucheng found another bag, unscrewed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

Jiang Bai looked far away.Feed the cat, raising a cat is not difficult.

Xu Jun bit the mouth of the mineral water bottle and calculated how many disciplinary points Class 3 still had.What the hell is Jin Cheng doing? If he insists on staring at Class 3, stop fighting.