Fujia Nanshi, brother and sister

It's over, Xu Jun looked at the change in the corners of Jiang Bai's eyes and brows, the last score of Class 3, Grade [-] may not be able to keep.

"Leave them alone, they're fighting again." He tried to turn the tide, but Jiang Bai still left, and he couldn't come back.

But who dares to call him?Xu Jun had no choice but to keep up.

After crossing the dividing line between the runway and the concrete floor, Jiang Bai stepped onto the center of the playground.In the dry lawn, vermilion is surrounded by three layers inside and outside, and indigo blue is exposed between the legs, as if someone is repelling the surrounding red with an unreserved blue.

But in vain.In the beam of light penetrated by the gap between human legs, a single white shoe is crooked alone.

It was beaten and trampled off.

Jiang Bai recognized that it was a professional martial arts shoe.The upper is made of microfiber leather, and the sole is made of non-slip rubber. It is not suitable for wearing on flat ground. It is only suitable for professional floor mats in martial arts competitions or martial arts arenas.

It appeared on the playground, just like the indigo body appeared in the vermilion Zhengshan Martial Arts School, something wrong.

The same school gave way to Jiang Bai, and some people turned around and dispersed. Li Cong, Jin Cheng and Jiang Bai appeared together, and the excitement was not easy to join.

The people dispersed, and a young boy in a mess stood in the center.

A shoe fell off and a white low-top sock rolled into the dirt.His straight legs and hips stood on the ground, and his ankle bones were skinned due to dryness, which was very inconspicuously white.Two clear blue blood vessels in the socket of the foot extend to the Achilles tendon. The foot is very thin, and the ankle bone is also very thin, covered with sparse fine hair.

"Who called me?" Jiang Bai looked around.

The surrounding area was completely silent.

"Who?" he asked again.

Still no one spoke.

The heel of his left palm was pressed against his left brow bone, Jiang Bai was glad that he didn't have any symptoms of headache yet. "Who called me just now?"

The foot that had lost the shoe took a step forward, and leaned in front of Jiang Bai. Jiang Bai swept up along the leg, looked at each other for a moment, and the pain in his temple was turned upside down.

The eyes on the other side were like pearls covered in dust, and the bottom was dark and bright, as if asking for something from him.

Jiang Bai had no choice but to close his eyes. In the first few months after the accident, his head hurt like this. The pain made him unable to eat, and he had a language barrier. After the pain, not only did he not know who he was, but he also felt that there were many Jiang Bai.

Among the crowd, Li Cong was rarely pleasant, as if he had caught a funny cricket. "This is you. I didn't know you knew Chongde before."

What?Xu Jun plunged into the crowd, who?Virtuous?Take a closer look, it really is!It really shocked my mother, she really rushed to Zhengshan without her life, and she was taken turns to get down before reaching the leading exercise platform.

On the left chest of the indigo school uniform, there are four small characters embroidered in Song Dynasty: Chongde Martial Arts School.The school uniforms of the two martial arts schools are distinguished by color. Zhengshan is a high collar, and Chongde is a hoodie.

Jin Cheng was one class ahead of them, grabbed the tip of the blue hat and pulled it back. "I was looking for you, Jiang Bai, and I called you quite loudly. Do you know this person? If you don't know him, we will throw it in the trash can. Zhengshan doesn't want waste."

"Fuck you! The good-for-nothings in Zhengshan beat ten of them!" Indigo turned around, but Li Cong was in front of him and Jin Cheng was in the back.

"You have a lot of fighting spirit. You have a grudge against grandpa, don't you?" Li Cong lifted his chin and patted his face left and right. "You must be beaten up, what's your name?"

"If you don't change your name when you walk, you don't change your surname when you sit down." The young man's dark eyes were piercing, "Respect morality, Fucheng."

"Fucheng?" Jin Cheng came from behind him. If he had hair, he could have grabbed it and kicked him, but unfortunately he is round. It's good for you to go in. What's on your wrist?"

People who value morality are like little toys to be beaten in Zhengshan, and vice versa.Jin Cheng tightened his wrist and turned it over, two scars with distinct depths cut off the continuity of the blue blood vessels.

Tattooed body, black cursive English letters, JB.

Jin Cheng twisted his wrist again, and showed everyone: "I said, why are you so awesome, you dare to tattoo your hands several times. Why is it still fucking wet..." He touched the wetness of his wrist, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be wet. There was a circle of marks, obviously from sucking, and the saliva was touched, "How much more fucking do you suck?"

There was laughter all around.

"Whether I suck or not is none of your business!" Fu Cheng cursed, furious, "If you don't let go, I will fuck your whole family."

"You're quite interesting." Jin Cheng let go of him with a smile, and slapped him on the head.Li Cong raised his leg and kicked, flanking back and forth.None of the students around said a word, they couldn't offend Li Cong Jincheng, and they didn't want to save the students who valued morality.

Including Xu Jun, the blood feud between the two schools cannot be washed away. Zhengshan was the most hopeful to win the single swordsmanship championship twice, but he was snatched by Chongde in the National Youth Wushu Routine Championships.

The last time was a few years ago, it is said to be a junior high school boy.The last time I was close, last year, was a boy in the second year of high school.I don't know if it's two different people, or the junior high school boy has grown up and made a comeback.

There was going to be blood here, but both Li Cong and Jin Cheng missed, their fists and legs were empty, and the boy in the middle disappeared.

Beside, in Jiang Bai's arms.

The person was swept by Jiang Bai at an extremely fast speed.

Jiang Bai still pressed his left brow bone, his ears were full of sweat, and he hit the ground along the pulsating veins, and the wall of the blood vessels at the forehead seemed to burst.

In his right hand, he held an indigo rope, which was very old, and the color had faded a lot, and it would break if he tried harder.The rope was tied around that Fucheng's neck.

Vein-like blue veins protruded from the forearm.

A person of the same age named Fucheng was hugged by him, and fell down because of too much strength. Now his hands are stuck in the soil, like a grass that was suddenly torn off and fell to his feet.His stubborn face was reddened, half of his face was bright, and half of his face was blocked by his own shadow.

Or, blocked by the shadow of 15-year-old Jiang Bai.

The forehead is unknown, so it hurts. It hurts so much that I can't open my left eye. If I open my eyelid a little, my eyeball will burst.Jiang Bai didn't remember why he made the move, he just wanted to find something at this moment, eager to knock himself to death.

Or knock the Jiang Bai who is about to die in his body to death.

The use of the unknown rope, Jiang Bai wrapped it around his palm, tightened it slowly, and pulled the person to stand up.Until the rope is completely collected in the hand, it is stretched straight, like pulling a cat rope.

He looked at Fucheng again, and the pervasive pain turned into a rising deep water level, engulfing him.

With his left eye closed, Jiang Bai looked like someone who had burned half of his face, and the skin on the left side was burning hot.He remembered the doctor's order, and the doctor said that distraction could relieve it.

Scattered...Jiang Bai suddenly thought of the raccoon cat at home. It was huge, screamed ferociously, and its paws and pads were black.Call the king.My parents said that the king was 9 and a half years old, and they picked it up with their own hands, and they liked him very much.

Is it?Jiang Bai shook his head, it was impossible to pick it up by himself.Because the king is not close to himself, he is not allowed to be touched or hugged, and he scratches the cat litter irritably every day, and only bites people.As if he had a grudge against himself, and his eyes seemed to be asking for something from himself.

There are bangs sweeping across the forehead, and the headache continues.Not dead, the 15-year-old Jiang Bai is not completely dead, nor has he disappeared without a trace.He was still there, at the borderline between the ages of 14 and 15, even though he was smashed to pieces and his blood spattered far away.

But he held his last breath and didn't leave, using the painful method that can short-circuit the brain to show his unwillingness.

If he stood on the top of the building and felt the pain for one more second, Jiang Bai would want to jump down and die physically with the unjust soul in his body.

When he opened his eyes, there was an indigo rope in the cleft of his fist, and Fucheng was panting heavily while clutching his Adam's apple, almost being strangled to death by himself.

What fell into his hand was a bunch of keys.

So around his neck is... a bunch of keys?Jiang Bai didn't recognize him, so he let go, seeing him coughing continuously, the line of his shoulders and back was steep.

"Fuck, yes, you, I really underestimated you." Li Cong nodded and applauded, "If you strangle him to death, you will be the best in Zhengshan in the future."

Some people around were booing and some said to stop hitting, but the voice didn't have the slightest bit of heat, like going through a routine.Jiang Bai's eyes fell on the bunch of metal keys.

Fucheng coughed so badly that his lungs hurt, so he turned to Zhengshan, but Jiang Bai and you all forgot about yourself so completely.Suddenly his jaw was pinched, which was done by the person he had been looking for for 3 years.

do not know.Jiang Bai broke his chin, and stretched his dirt-covered thumb towards his mouth.

Believe it or not?Fucheng cursed in his heart, a small dimple appeared on his face. "Jiang Bai, right? You don't remember me? I know you."

Jiang Bai seemed to be unable to hear, but saw his tongue, and was still looking inside, not knowing what to look for.

"Really, you fought me in the youth championship before, and you beat me." Fucheng wanted to stand up.

What are you looking for?Jiang Bai peeled his mouth open with his fingers, like touching the teeth of a king, and touched the edges of a few front teeth.The fingers continued to slide, still wanting to look inside.

But before he found it, a huge force moved Jiang Bai completely.

"Daqing! I beg you, Daqing! The oil field can't be bombed! Murder violates the law, strangle him and you're done! This kind of thing can't happen in Zhengshan!" Xu Jun was about to collapse, thinking that Jiang Bai said that he would kill someone who saw Chongde It was a joke, I didn't expect him to come for real.

Everyone was watching, so what kind of person from Fucheng was a little bit closer to being strangled to death on the spot.

Xu Jun dragged him to the teaching building, afraid of what would come, Jiang Bai, if he survived a catastrophe, there would be future troubles, and there was a firecracker in Zhengshan.

Seeing them walking away, Fu Cheng clenched his fists and turned around with dirt hanging from the corner of his mouth. "Who wants to beat you? Come on! From now on, I'll call my senior brother to beat you!"

Walking out of the playground, Jiang Bai broke away from Xu Jun, and a series of strange feelings disappeared completely.

The doctor said that this was the post-traumatic disorder of amnesia. Jiang Bai suppressed the mania in his heart and accelerated to the classroom. He walked faster and faster, as if he could leave Jiang Bai in his body behind as long as he walked fast.

He wanted to get rid of that Jiang Bai, because every time he got a headache, Jiang Bai told himself in this way that you took my well-preserved things.

In the sixth row of Class 3, Grade [-], the last seat is his, next to the window, and the seat at the same table is empty.There is a pot of lush mint grass on the windowsill, half a meter high.

A person who knew me said that this was left before he left Beijing for Shenzhen, and said that Mint would be given to someone he likes when he grows up.He also said that he smiled like a fool when he mentioned the person he liked, but he didn't say who he liked.

The glass reflected light, Jiang Bai looked at his own face, and couldn't imagine what it would be like to laugh like a fool.

Half of the students in the class came back for evening self-study at 7:[-] in the evening, and the other half were training in the martial arts field.This is a martial arts school, and some people are destined to live their lives with swords, guns and sticks.

But Jiang Bai wasn't sure if he was in this category.

Xu Jun sat two rows away and looked at this side full of worry.Xie Cai, Jiang Bai's head has really hit something wrong, like a dead person, it doesn't make sense.

It was almost 8 o'clock, and the class teacher Luo Qiang pushed the door to suppress the noise in the classroom.Another boy came in at the same time. He was round, with a small face, covered in dirt, and bruised between his brows.

The firecracker just now.Xu Jun had a bad idea.

"Let me introduce you, this is a new transfer student in our class. From now on, you will all be classmates and live in peace." Luo Qiang said in a loud voice, "Especially boys, fights are not allowed. When you come to Zhengshan, you are the students of Zhengshan. Listen Do you understand?"

Xu Jun glanced at Jiang Bai, the mental orphan was sleeping on his stomach.

"Come on, new classmate introduce yourself." Luo Qiang said.

"No introduction." Fucheng stood by the podium, wearing Chongde's school uniform and carrying Chongde's schoolbag, which contrasted sharply with Zhengshan, who was full of the room, and wiped his nosebleed slowly, "Group [-], can I take the last seat?" ?”

Sure enough, it was a firecracker, and he couldn't even say a word of confession.Xu Jun's bad thoughts became more and more obvious.

"That position is not good." Luo Qiang knew Jiang Bai's temper, "Xu Jun!"

"Here." Xu Jun responded weakly, wanting to cry.

"Fucheng sit next to you first. You are the class monitor. Take care of him more, familiarize yourself with the campus environment, let him integrate into the group as soon as possible, and avoid fighting." Luo Qiang ordered.

Xu Jun nodded. If he had known earlier, he would not have been a bullshit class leader.

The seat next to it was always vacant, Xu Jun began to move the table, the Internet addicted boy became a class leader and was still a slave, so he counted how many points Jiang Bai and Fucheng would deduct in the fight.

At this time, Fucheng rubbed his shoulder with his schoolbag, and when he turned his head, the firecracker had already crossed two rows of seats to blow up the oil field.

The back is tall and long without hesitation, the top of the skull is high and round, making the head easy to rub.But it's so cold, whoever is caught will be bombed.