"Fuck, let's fight now, fight now! If you lose, I'll call you daddy!"

"Brother Tian, ​​don't be impulsive!"

“Forget it!”

"Take care of your dragon body! Take care!"

Matt Zheng was threatening to flee, and the boys grabbed him from all four directions, dragging him back. It took a lot of effort to get him back on the court.

No matter how Matt Zheng yelled, Pei Zhi remained calm as always. The boy's eyes were clear and he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

Lin Chaoxi thought of Pei Zhi's answer with the word "I" and his current discussion about "You can't beat me", and knew that he was actually answering the questions very seriously.

"Yes, yes" and "No, no", this is Pei Zhi. But it is difficult for ordinary people to agree with his seriousness.

The game was about to start, and Zheng Tianming went back to play in a huff. However, his commotion caused the originally tense back row of the stands to get lively again, and Pei Zhi was once again at the center of a small gossip scene.

The boys and girls in their class were talking to each other, asking what happened just now, how the transfer student made Tian Ge unhappy? Even in the Class 1 stand, someone was asking who Zheng Tianming was going to hit?

Among all the students who noticed what happened just now, Hua Juan, the vice-captain of Math 1 class, had the biggest reaction. Hua Juan froze in his place, looking at the stands in the distance, thinking that he was dazzled. After a moment, he rushed to his class's stands in two steps, grabbed Lu Zhihao and shouted, "Tell me quickly, am I dazzled!"

"abandon..."

Lu Zhihao was reciting words, and took a moment to glance at the opposite stand, then continued to lower his head: "taste."

At a certain moment, Lu Zhihao suddenly froze. He raised his head abruptly and looked at the opposite side with an expression that looked like "Am I dreaming?"

They were both looking at the back of the Class 13 stand, where a boy in a grey sweatshirt was sitting.

The boy had very fair skin and was a bit thin. He was not wearing a school uniform, which made him stand out. The reason they thought they saw a ghost was because Lin Chaoxi was sitting a little next to the boy.

Although the two of them were two meters apart and had no communication at all, but...

"I...I think you might be dazzled." Lu Zhihao swallowed.

"Damn it!" Huajuan cursed, jumped off his own stand and rushed to the opposite side.

——

After Zheng Tianming's uproar, the 13th class stands were in turmoil again.

Class 1's main force and school idol, Hanamaki, crossed the entire court and stood in front of the bloody transfer student in their class, looking as if the other student owed him millions.

Hua Juan's face turned pale, but Pei Zhi slowly raised his hand. Not only did he look normal, he also greeted him naturally and said, "Long time no see."

Hanamaki: ...

"It's been a long time since I saw your sister!" Huajuan yelled at Pei Yi, "Do you still have us in your eyes? Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

Lin Chaoxi nodded silently beside him. Looking at Huajuan's shocked expression, she felt that her reaction was worthy of pride.

Hua Juan immediately squinted at her and said, "And you, why didn't you come to inform us, you traitor!"

Lin Zhaoxi raised his hands from a distance: "I am so wronged. I am also very shocked. I just saw him in class this morning."

Hanamaki: “Why are you sitting so far away?”

Lin Zhaoxi really misses you all the time. She held it in for a long time, but couldn't think of a good reason, so she could only admit: "I'm shy..."

Huajuan was speechless and turned to look at Pei Zhi, meaning why are you sitting so far away.

Pei Zhi thought about it, and finally answered calmly: "Me too."

The summer breeze brought the boy's clear and calm voice, and Lin Chaoxi blushed for no reason.

Pei Zhi, you don't have to be so serious at this time...

——

When Huajuan arrived, Lu Zhihao, who was sitting on the opposite stand, stood up. He held his vocabulary book in his arms and walked over step by step with heavy, unbelievable steps.

Not only Lu Zhihao was in disbelief, but so were the students in Class 13, because this was the third person to cause trouble for the transfer student in their class. When Lu Zhihao walked onto the stage, something even more shocking happened to the students in Class 13: Zhang Liang, a famous top student in Class 1, also walked off the stage.

At that time, the referee had already entered the field and the game was about to begin, but Zhang Liang ignored the referee's whistle and rushed away. With a gloomy face, he crossed the entire field, followed Lu Zhihao closely, stepped onto the path of their class's stands, and walked in front of Pei Zhi.

This is the fourth one.

Not only Zhang Liang, but also Wang Feng and Lu Ming from the opposite class wanted to come over, but the referee finally decided to maintain order and stopped them.

Lin Chaoxi looked at the three students from Class 1 standing in front of him and wondered what this feeling of paying homage to a mountain master meant.

"You're back?" Zhang Liang asked coldly.

"Um."

"Why do you want to go to a garbage class? You have nothing to pursue anymore?"

"I was temporarily assigned here, and was told that there would be a class placement test in two weeks," Pei Zhi said.

"Oh, you specifically mentioned the placement test. Are you provoking me?"

Pei Zhi: “No.”

"Even though you say that, don't you still have to work hard to pass our Zhongming class?"

Lin Chaoxi couldn't stand this nonsense anymore and interrupted him: "There is also the option of not working hard and just passing the exam casually."

"You want to take the exam too?" Zhang Liang sneered, "Don't dream."

Zhang Liang turned around and walked away, looking very cool. But from what Lin Chaoxi knew about him, he was just forcing himself to restrain himself after being excited, or in other words, acting.

Sure enough, after walking down two steps, Zhang Liang suddenly turned around and frowned: "You are in Class 13, so you have no chance to participate in the Mathematics Union. This year, the garbage class is not eligible to participate in the selection exam."

Pei Zhi sat quietly and listened, without responding.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Zhang Liang frowned, "Go ask the teacher for it!"

——

While this group of people were visiting the mountain, the competition had already begun and their class was trailing 0:2.

Matt Cheng showed his youth on the court and reversed the score to 4:2 after two rounds.

Huajuan said hello and left the game. Zhang Liang walked around most of the court and returned to his class's seat, while Lu Zhihao was carefree and sat in the last row of their class's stands, not considering himself an outsider.

After not seeing each other for three years, even the best of friends would become estranged, but Lu Zhihao was a simple and honest person, and his speaking style was the same, which quickly brought them closer.

"Is it difficult to make a cross-border call to tell us to come back?" Lu Zhihao complained.

"You came back quite suddenly. I didn't expect it before." Pei Zhi said.

"Is Grandpa okay?" Lu Zhihao asked nervously.

"It's still stable." Pei Zhi said.

"That's good." Lu Zhihao breathed a sigh of relief, but then he remembered something, "Then how can you come back?"

"It took a little while."

"What can we do?"

Hearing this, Pei Zhi first glanced at her and then said, "Rebellious."

Pei Zhi had some hidden meaning, and Lin Chaoxi wanted to protest her innocence again, but she was in Class 13, and facts spoke louder than words.

Lu Zhihao knew that Pei Zhi was not comfortable talking about it, and he would not lie to them, so he stopped talking. He changed the subject, "So what are you going to do next? You will take the exam for our class in two weeks?"

"I haven't read the book yet, so I don't know how difficult it is and I'm not sure if I can pass the exam."

Hearing this, not only Lu Zhihao, but also Lin Chaoxi looked angry: "What the hell are you looking at!"

They shouted at him in unison.

Pei Zhi was a little helpless, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was telling the truth.

"No explanation allowed." Lin Chaoxi and Lu Zhihao stopped him again.

Pei Zhi shook his head, paused, and then asked: "What's going on with the Digital Union selection?"

All around them were the sounds of "bang bang bang" of cheering, the cheering sticks were connected in the stands, the stadium was noisy and bustling, but here they were very quiet.

Lu Zhihao briefly introduced the rules of the junior high school mathematics league.

The places for the competition are mainly based on school registration and recommendations from training institutions. Ma Pingping, the math group leader of their grade, is quite snobbish and doesn't like students from slower classes, so she won't give other classes a chance this time. The recommended places for the Experimental Junior High School will only go to students from Zhongming Classes 1 and 2.

"If that doesn't work, ask someone to find a training institution. If your family disagrees, I will ask my mother." Lu Zhihao finally said.

Pei Zhi pondered for a moment, did not answer, but turned to ask her: "Where is the master?"

Lin Chaoxi thought you actually knew that your master was running a cram school, but she still shook her head: "His class is not formal, it's just tutoring for children in the welfare home, and teaching familiar children by the way."

Pei Zhi nodded to show his understanding. To Lin Chaoxi's surprise, Pei Zhi actually asked her, "What do you think?"

What you mean is, of course, how do you think we, who are in Class 13, can participate in the competition?

Lu Zhihao was very considerate and did not expose the truth about her poor grades. Lin Zhaoxi turned her gaze to the opposite stand. She looked at Class 1 and said, "I feel that leaving a training institution is not satisfying enough."

"Then let's find a solution ourselves." Pei Zhi said to Lu Zhihao.

——

During the time they sat together and chatted, the scores on the court kept rising. There was a lot of tension on the court, with countless small arguments and even a fight.

Class 1 played closely throughout the game, and after just two quarters, Huajuan was already out of breath. However, under the leadership of Zheng Tianming, their class was unstoppable, and the score was now 57:59, and they were leading Class 1 by two points.

Zheng Tianming was dribbling past his opponent when he was hit by a member of Team 1. They were near the scoreboard at the time. Zheng Tianming was knocked a short distance and fell directly on the table. The scoreboard and the small table were knocked over.

"Ah!" The whole audience roared in silence.

The tables and chairs overturned, and Zheng Tianming fell heavily to the ground, not moving for a while.

The other team members quickly surrounded him, and after a long while of shouting, Zheng Mate finally stood up. He had a large wound on his knee and arm, and blood was dripping: "Did you do this on purpose, idiot!"

The first thing he did when he stood up was to grab the neck of the squad leader Chen Chu and push him against the basketball hoop: "Did you do this on purpose? Is there anyone as dirty as you when playing basketball?"

"Sorry, my foot really slipped just now." Chen Chu said gently.

The more Chen Chu acted like nothing had happened, the angrier Zheng Tianming became. His face was ferocious and he was about to punch someone. The referee and the teacher nearby hurriedly tried to persuade them to stop fighting, and it took some effort to separate the two groups.

Zheng Tianming sat on the sidelines panting, and the class committee member rushed to help him treat his wounds. But as soon as he sat down, he jumped up again and yelled at the scorekeeper: "Teacher, the score is wrong. We were clearly leading by 3 points, how come it is 57:59!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.

The teacher in charge of scoring the flop looked at the scoreboard in confusion, and then subconsciously asked the players around him for confirmation.

"I remember it very clearly, the score was 57:59." said a student from Class 1.

"No, we were clearly leading you by three points. That's what I've always remembered!" Zheng Tianming shouted with certainty.

Lin Chaoxi frowned. She hadn't paid attention to the score while chatting just now, but the scoreboard before Zheng Matt was knocked over was indeed 57:59.

The players from Class 1 must have reacted the most: "How dare you be so lazy? You said it was three points, but the score was clearly this before you fell!"

"Yeah, I think I remember this..."

Not just one class, confused voices were heard in their class as well. Although the voices were low, everyone looked at Zheng Tianming with uncertainty.

After hearing their captain say this, the players of Class 13 suddenly realized something: "Is the score not right?"

"It seems so?"

"Yes, it was always 46:49 before."

"Fuck off, there's no such score!"

"Are you guys that dishonest? It clearly happened, not before the wrestling incident, but before that, the teacher made a mistake in translating it!"

After hearing this, the other team members seemed to remember something.

"It seems like the wind just blew and turned the scoreboard upside down?"

"I remember one time a free throw was not taken."

"No, isn't it? It seems that just now our class committed a foul and Class 1 was awarded a free throw, so the teacher gave Class 1 an extra free throw?"

There was a lot of discussion inside and outside the stadium.

Who knows how this could happen?

Maybe it was because the field was too chaotic at the time, or maybe no one paid attention to the score problem, but that's what happened.

The players on both sides of the field were getting closer and closer. The game was already full of tension, and now it was even more intense. Both sides pushed each other and neither of them was willing to give in.

Hua Juan did not participate in the battle, and took advantage of this opportunity to sit next to them with a water bottle to rest. Even if he was sitting in the enemy camp, he was very calm and Lin Chaoxi had no way to deal with him.

"There seems to be something wrong with the score. What the idiot said is right." After taking a big sip of water, Huajuan said tiredly but confidently, "But the idiot will definitely not be able to beat the pretender. You guys can't get this point back."

Lin Chaoxi looked at the scoreboard where the dispute was taking place and saw Matt Zheng jumping up and down in front of the teacher. His face was red, but he couldn't tell what the problem was.

The captain of Class 1, Chen Chu, had been listening quietly and was very graceful. At a certain point when a fight was about to break out, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Everyone calm down first, our class will step back a little."

He had a high reputation, so the players from Class 1 retired first.

Chen Chu looked at Zheng Matt, somewhat helpless: "It seems like I can't explain it clearly?"

"Fuck, it's obviously you guys who are cheating!"

"Let's first confirm one thing," Chen Chu said, "What was the score before you knocked over this table? I hope you can speak honestly."

Matt Zheng's face flushed red, but a child is a child after all. Although he was reluctant, he said very honestly: "It was 57:59 before I fell...but I must have made a mistake before!" He immediately added the second half of the sentence.

"But why didn't you say anything when you made the mistake before?" Chen Chu asked back.

Zheng Matt was speechless, with a very tangled expression. Because of the fall, his face was scratched, the toothpick pierced his flesh, and his ear was broken. He looked very pitiful, but he was also very persistent and serious.

Lin Chaoxi didn't watch the game, but just by looking at Zheng Matt's expression, she felt that he was probably right. And from his expression, it can also be seen that the group knew that there was something wrong with the score, but they were just deliberately making excuses to deny it.

"If we keep dragging it out like this, the game will definitely not be finished." Class 1 monitor Chen Chu said generously, "If you really want to, and you insist that the teacher got the score wrong, we'll just give you another point."

"Who the hell asked you to give way!" Zheng Matt cursed.

"It was a free throw, and then it was the wind. You can't tell when the problem occurred," Chen Chu said with a smile. "It would be better if we could be smarter and have a better memory."

These words were obviously humiliating, and coupled with Chen Chu's condescending expression, it was even more uncomfortable.

"It's...it's..." Matt Zheng's eyes were red with anxiety. He tried hard to recall, but he just couldn't remember.

"I'll give you one more point."

"Let's continue the game?"

The referee and the teachers watching the game began to persuade him, but Zheng Matt refused to give in. Lin Chaoxi understood him very well. He didn't care about the point or even winning or losing. He just wanted the facts.

Although she didn't like the child, she identified with his stubbornness.

How to prove it?

When Lin Zhaoxi thought of this, she suddenly felt stupid. She turned to look at Pei Zhi and asked, "Do you remember?"