The Price of Rebirth [System]

When Zhang Chongji walked into the classroom with a few books in his arms, Fu Jun had already arrived.

He leaned crookedly against the wall by the window with his trouser pockets in his pockets, and looked out of the window. From this angle, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he was faintly aware of an indescribably heavy aura emanating from him today, as if he was sleepy. The fighting beast in the cage is full of scars after struggling. Although such a metaphor may seem exaggerated, Zhang Chongji has to think that this is the most suitable word.

what is it today?

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Chongji's eyes, but he put the book on the table with his expression unchanged, as if the sound had disturbed the person by the window, and when Zhang Chongji raised his eyes again, he found that Fu Jun had turned his head.

Zhang Chongji was surprised for a moment when his line of sight touched his front.

Not only amazed at the seemingly serious wounds and bruises on his face at this time, but also amazed at how quickly he changed.

Missed.

The oppressive heavy breath just now was completely gone.

It was as if being completely taken away by a pair of invisible hands, so fast that Zhang Chongji thought that the person standing by the window with a gloomy aura just now was not Fu Jun, and the scene just now was just an illusion of his own.

The person who seemed so abnormal just now hooked the corners of his lips, stretched out his fingers handsomely and nodded at the corner of his forehead, and said with a lazy voice after sunbathing: "Yo, the teacher is here?"

Zhang Chongji blinked his eyes, lowered his head and said lightly: "It's time for class."

"I haven't seen you for so long, but you still treat me so coldly." The tone seemed to be lost, but Fu Jun kept teasingly, walked to Zhang Chongji's desk with his trouser pockets in his pocket, and paused slightly, "I haven't done it these days. I miss seeing my teacher very much.”

Frivolous, mean-spirited, sloppy, and the tone of a hooligan, how can he look like a college student?

disgusting.

Zhang Chongji frowned indistinctly, raised his eyes and glanced at him, expressionless: "Didn't your parents teach you how to speak?"

Fu Jun's face changed, which was not unexpected to Zhang Chongji, but what surprised him for a moment was the coldness that flashed in Fu Jun's eyes at this time.

It flashed very quickly, almost for an instant, but it was faintly caught by myself who was good at observing winks.

Zhang Chongji lowered his eyes, but in the next second, Fu Jun hooked Zhang Chongji's neck with a smile, and pulled the distance between them closer with one force.

The distance between the cheeks is only tens of centimeters, and Zhang Zhongji can see himself reflected in his pupils.

"Sometimes the teacher should pay attention to what he says."

Zhang Chongji blinked his eyes, raised the corners of his lips and patted the thick book on the table against his face.

"what--"

Fu Jun yelped in pain, seemed caught off guard by Zhang Chongji's action, touched his slightly red nose and looked at him in astonishment: "Teacher, I'm your student, so beating me like this...isn't it right?"

Zhang Chongji looked him up and down, and then let out a mocking laugh.

What is he laughing at?He smiled at the so-called person who claimed to be his student.

Look at the dyed hair, the crooked school uniform tie, the rows of earrings on the ears and the rings on the hands, except for the slightly pretty face, it looks like it is going to participate in the competition. A gangster beating up a gangster.

Zhang Chongji raised his eyebrows: "Do you remember what I said?"

"what?"

"One day you won't be such a hooligan," Zhang Chongji tapped the ring on his hand on the table with a pen, and glanced at him, "I will admit that you are my student, and then... teach your topic."

"Teacher, have you ever said that?" Fu Jun raised his eyebrows, curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders, his expression remained unchanged even when he was lying, "I forgot."

Zhang Chongji didn't speak any more, just pushed him an exercise book like last time.

Fu Jun leaned on one leg on the table where Zhang Chongji was reading, picked up the exercise book and flipped through it, lazily said: "I have done almost all these questions, teacher, are you sure you want me to do it? "

Zhang Chongji didn't look at him, his eyes still stayed on his book: "Don't talk nonsense, do it again, and..."

Glancing at his sitting posture, Zhang Chongji spit out a few words: "Get off the table for me."

"Tsk——" Fu Jun clicked his tongue lightly, but instead raised his foot and stepped on the table, his chin resting on his bent knee, his thin lips slightly curled up, and the way he blinked seemed a bit mischievous, "So Sitting comfortably."

Zhang Chongji pursed his lips and looked straight at him, then turned his gaze to the book and said indifferently: "The final grade is zero."

Fu Jun's posture froze, and then he obediently got off the table with a light click.

"What a cunning teacher."

Even though he said so, Fu Jun didn't show any sign of anger on his face, he just curled his lips and walked lazily to the window.

"It's so boring, teacher."

The lazy voice from over there made Zhang Zhongji glance at him, and saw that he was already sitting on the window, with his back against the window sill and knees bent, yawning and looking at the scenery outside the window.

Zhang Chongji snorted coldly, turning a blind eye to his actions and words.

"Huh?" Seeing something over the window, Fu Jun laughed softly, with a bit of laziness and joy in his voice.

"How about we go down and play basketball, respect yourself?"

"Don't go."

Coldly spit out two words, Zhang Chongji turned over a page casually, and then seemed to realize something, paused for a while, looked up at the person sitting by the window, narrowed his black eyes and said , "What did you just call me?"

Fu Jun turned his head and raised the corners of his lips: "Why, didn't you hear clearly?"

Zhang Chongji still squinted at him and didn't speak.

The arc of Fu Jun's lips widened, and he said word by word: "Re-emphasize yourself."

Zhang Chongji suddenly clenched his fist under the table.

How the hell did he know?

He remembered that he didn't say it, could it be the last time he was drinking... No, he didn't mention that he was called Chongji at that time, could it be that he was drunk after the fight...

Zhang Chongji panicked for a moment, but he quickly calmed down, pursing his lips and looking at him.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"Ah, sure enough." Fu Jun propped up his jaw as expected, "Did you forget everything after waking up?"

Sober up... Sure enough, he was drunk after the fight, right?Damn, what did he say to him that day...

Calm down, Zhang Chongji, it's just a name.

Zhang Chongji lowered his eyes and took a deep breath secretly.

There was no alarm from the system, which means that he still doesn't know about the mission. Judging from his appearance just now, it seems that he only knows the word "Chongji" instead of the complete name——Zhang Chongji, if he knows the surname Zhang, he still has to make up his name. A lie was made to cover it up—the surname is Wu, how could it be changed to Zhang again?

After figuring everything out and smoothing everything out, Zhang Chongji looked up at him and said coldly, "Don't call me by that name in the future."

"Really?" Fu Jun raised his eyebrows, and sneered as if he heard a funny joke, "It's just that you kept asking me to call this name that day."

Zhang Zhongji's body froze.

"Well, let me think about it, how about this?" Fu Jun jumped off the window sill with his lips curled up, walked up to Zhang Chongji, put his hands on the table and looked directly at him with a smile, "If you accompany me down to play a game of basketball, How about I stop calling that name?"

Zhang Chongji's eyes flickered, and after a while, he slowly uttered a word: "Okay."

Today, the spacious basketball court is unexpectedly less crowded, even few people, only a few campus cleaning aunts who clean up bits and pieces of paper.

Because it was not yet noon, the sun's light was not very strong, and with the cool breeze blowing on the face, the rather high basketball hoop had an illusion of warmth under the projection of the sun.

Zhang Chongji covered his forehead with his hands to shade the basketball hoop from the sun, and pursed the corners of his lips.

How long has it been since he came to the basketball court?It seems that the last time I entered the basketball court was more than ten years ago...

"Hey, focus on yourself."

A slightly familiar voice behind him interrupted Zhang Chongji's thoughts. He turned around and saw Fu Jun had already taken off his school uniform jacket and was standing not far away looking at him with a basketball in his hands.

You can't see it when you wear a school uniform, but when you take off the long-sleeved jacket, Fu Jun's beautiful figure can be perfectly exposed.

Although he was only wearing a white shirt, he could faintly see the perfect proportions of his figure and his ready-to-go strength.

He belongs to the kind of body that is just right, not frighteningly strong but not very thin, his muscles are tight without a trace of fat, and his slightly tall stature adds to his slender legs. A bit of an advantage.

Looking from a distance, the enviable body proportions and healthy wheat complexion add a bit of sunshine to him, but the slightly abrupt dyed hair and the wanton smile at the corner of his mouth set him off at this moment. A bit frivolous and mature.

He patted the basketball on the spot a few times, and finally dexterously turned the basketball on his fingertips. The speed of the rotation made it possible to see the color of the basketball rather than the pattern, and his movements were very skillful.

"Hey, Chongji, come here."

Zhang Chongji frowned and walked over, only to see him raising his eyebrows to pass the ball.

"Wait." Zhang Zhongji raised his hand to stop him from dribbling, "I don't know how to play basketball."

Fu Jun raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Then what are you doing down here?"

Zhang Chongji frowned even tighter, pursed his lips and said, "Don't call me by that name."

The corners of Fu Jun's lips widened. After dribbling the ball a few times, he stepped on the ball and leaned closer to him and said, "It's okay if you don't know how to play basketball. How about cheering for me once I make a shot?"

Zhang Chongji raised his eyes and looked at him coldly: "Don't you think it's naive?"

"I just like such childish ways of playing." Fu Jun shrugged, smiling indifferently, "How about it, do you agree or not... Promise me that you won't be called by that name in the future."

Zhang Chongji frowned and did not speak.

"Okay, one of those three hits?"

Zhang Chongji glanced at the basketball under his feet, then raised his eyes to look at the curve of his lips, his eyes flickered and finally said a word: "Okay."

The corners of Fu Jun's mouth widened slightly, he picked up the basketball and slapped it lazily towards the shooting position, and gave Zhang Chongji a flirtatious look halfway.

"It's starting." Gently speaking in this direction, Fu Jun hooked the corners of his lips and gave Zhang Chongji an informal salute in a handsome position, and the face that was originally laughing instantly faded away in the next second , with a dignified expression like a soldier on the battlefield.

His footsteps are clanging like drumbeats, his smooth dribbling movements are very beautiful, his movements are as agile as sharp arrows, and he arrives at the basket in just a few seconds, a tiger leaps, turns around and shoots, and after the basketball draws a beautiful arc in the air, it does not miss Falling unsteadily into the basket.

Turning around and hooking the corner of his lips, Zhang Chongji raised his eyebrows, and Fu Jun dribbled the ball back to the original place again.

Dribble again, drop the basket again, vigorous movements, quick posture, smooth arcs, beautiful movements, inadvertent movements of wiping sweat, and the unruly and unrestrained arcs in the corners of his mouth, Fu Jun is like a king He squandered the power hidden in his body recklessly, and his flamboyant aura made his whole body glow when he was running and jumping in the sun.

Zhang Chongji was in a trance for a while.

like.

It looks like Zhang Chongji.

Zhang Chongji, the profligate and uninhibited Zhang Chongji before he became a mellow veteran.

Recalling Fu Jun's low-pressure aura when he walked into the classroom today, and looking at the wanton figure on the basketball court now, Zhang Chongji felt his nose sour.

He used to bounce around on the basketball court like this, smiling wantonly, without restraint, pressure, and intrigue between those disguises, just like Fu Jun today.

Zhang Chongji suddenly remembered the last task assigned by the system: to protect Fu Jun, make him spend his life happily and at the same time bring down the Yuan Group.

It has to be said that Zhang Zhong was moved with compassion, he raised his eyes to look in Fu Jun's direction, his eyes were complicated.

Guarding means... can it not be hurt?