My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

Holding a bottle of water in her arms, Ning Weitong saw Jiang Yi who was standing on the court waving at her, and waved happily at him. Before she finished waving, a long and tall figure stood in front of her. If she poked her head to the left, that person would move to the left; if she poked her head to the right, that person would move to the right.

Frowning slightly, she raised her head angrily, and was about to speak when she saw Ning Nanjia looking at her with a cold face.

Looking at Ning Nanjia who was wearing a tracksuit and standing in front of her like a pole, Ning Weitong pouted slightly, "Brother, what are you doing in front of me if you don't go to gym class?"

Ning Nanjia asked her back, "Your class is also a physical education class, so what are you doing here?"

Ning Weitong moved his eyes from side to side, and pulled him by the hem of his clothes to let him sit down, "The physical education teacher asked for leave today, free activities, I'll come and watch the game."

Jiang Yi on the court seemed to have seen him too, with a smile that he didn't want to be beaten again. Ning Nanjia pointed forward with his middle finger, despised Jiang Yi and asked Ning Weitong: " Who are you looking to play? Is that dog from No. [-] Middle School?"

"Brother!" Ning Weitong looked at him dissatisfied, "He's called Jiang Yi, please respect him."

"That's right," Ning Nanjia said, relaxing slightly and leaning on the back of the chair, "I'm talking about that dog called Jiang Yi."

"You!" Ning Weitong tugged at his arm, lowered his voice angrily and said to him, "Ning Nanjia, if you continue to disrespect Jiang Yi, I will tell grandma that you bullied me."

Hearing Ning Weitong call him by name, Ning Nanjia's eyes gradually suppressed a trace of hostility. Looking at Jiang Yi who was exercising on the court, he stood up suddenly and walked towards the inside of the court without saying a word. past.

The student representing the No. [-] Middle School playing small forward was just getting ready to play sports, when a hand suddenly grabbed his clothes from behind and tore him away. He was about to get angry when he turned around and saw Ning Nanjia's frost-covered face Before he could react to his face, Ning Nanjia said "I'll fight" and replaced him.

The moment Ning Nanjia stepped onto the court, the girls sitting in the auditorium were elated.

The sportswear was no looser than the basketball uniform. Ning Nanjia undid the two buttons on it, revealing a beautiful collarbone and a tight chest. She bent down slightly to exercise her muscles and bones, and then stood at the small forward position.

Seeing that the No. [-] Middle School had changed people temporarily, the No. [-] Middle School began to have complaints. A boy with a Chinese face came out first and pointed at Ning Nanjia and said:

"Hey, why did you change people temporarily? Do you want to bully people in No. [-] Middle School?"

As soon as he said something, the Sixth Middle School stopped doing it, and refuted him in one go,

"What do you mean by that? Brother Jia is a student of our No. [-] Middle School. The rules of the basketball league school game are that you can change players before the official game. If you are not convinced, you can change."

"Yes, if you are not convinced, you can change!"

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The choked boy with the square face turned red, and was about to open his mouth to refute, when Jiang Yi raised his left hand to signal him not to speak.

Jiang Yi was the backbone of the basketball team, and everyone looked up to him. Although the Chinese-character face was a little dissatisfied, he still kept his mouth shut obediently.

Seeing that the people in No. [-] Middle School had stopped, and the students from No. [-] Middle School had stopped talking, Ning Nanjia stood indifferently, watching Jiang Yi raise his chin towards him with his thumb across his neck from left to right across several people. On the right, he made a provocative and meaningful action.

Disdain appeared in the clear amber eyes, and Ning Nanjia said loudly, "You idiot."

As his voice fell, the referee blew a whistle, and the battle was about to start.

Ning Nanjia had a clear goal and moved neatly. He bypassed the defender from the three-point line and rushed under the backboard. He bent his knees and jumped. At the same time, he raised his right hand and dunked down.

Almost at the moment when the basketball went in, the audience burst into cheers immediately.

The first goal was scored within ten seconds of playing, and Ning Nanjia's goal speed gave the third middle school students a big blow. Jiang Yi's face sank slightly, and he immediately adjusted his tactics and focused his firepower to defend and intercept Ning Nanjia.

The fierce battle lasted for nearly half an hour, and the scores of the two teams continued to tie. Every time Ning Nanjia dropped two points, Jiang Yi would catch up with three points. In the end, because the two players collided with each other, you think I hit you on purpose. I felt that you deliberately found fault and fought, and the game was forced to stop.

The students of the No. [-] Middle School saw the students of the No. [-] Middle School rubbing their team members on the ground, and they all started to shake their hands. There was a sudden chaos on the court. Jiang Yi stepped forward to fight, and Ning Nanjia took advantage of the chaos to kick him. After being discovered by him, the two immediately fought.

The students who were caught in the scuffle saw that the bullies of the two schools were fighting, and immediately stopped to watch.

Ning Nanjia's left uppercut just hit the corner of Jiang Yi's right eye black and blue, Ning Weitong rushed up and grabbed his hair and pushed him away. He said, "Ning Nanjia, if you hit him again, I won't recognize you as a brother!"

The lines on the back of the clenched fist were extremely tight, and looking down at Ning Weitong, who looked like he dared to sever ties with him if he dared to make a move, Ning Nanjia's expression turned extremely ugly for a moment.

Seeing that although Ning Nanjia was angry but did not move, Ning Weitong immediately let go of him and turned to care about the beaten Jiang Yi.

Seeing this, Zou Zikang walked up cautiously. Just as he was about to speak, Ning Nanjia turned around and left with a livid face.

There were still a few minutes before the end of get out of class, and the guard room would not let anyone go, so Ning Nanjia climbed over the wall and left the school. When she returned home, Song Zhiwei was watering the flowers in the yard. It was a little strange to see him coming back alone, "Why didn't you talk to Tongtong today?" Come back together?"

As soon as Ning Weitong was mentioned, Ning Nanjia became even more annoyed. That little pervert, seeing Jiang Yi's good-looking dog, didn't even want his own brother, he simply had no conscience.

Seeing Ning Nanjia standing there with a sullen face and not speaking, Song Zhiwei straightened her waist, looked him up and down calmly, and stopped asking this topic, "I made caramel pudding and put it in the refrigerator. Go and taste how it tastes."

Ning Nanjia let out a "hmm", went into the kitchen and poured a glass of ice water to drink. After drinking, most of his anger subsided, he took out his caramel milk pudding and took a bite.

Song Zhiwei's craftsmanship is very good, and the taste of even the newly learned things is not bad, but Ning Nanjia doesn't like to eat these sweet and greasy things. After eating two bites, he didn't eat and put them back. He was about to come out of the kitchen Walking upstairs, Ning Fuyuan's voice came from the living room,

"My dear grandson, come and play a game of chess with grandpa."

Ning Nanjia originally wanted to refuse, because he was going to the hospital to see Jiang Beiyu later, but seeing that Ning Fuyuan had already set up the chessboard, he had to go over and sit down opposite him, and took out a black chessboard from the chess basket and put it on the board. chessboard.

The two grandfathers played Go for a while, and Ning Fuyuan held the white pieces in his hand, watched Ning Nanjia look at the game with disinterest, and asked, "Have you had a conflict with Tongtong?"

Ning Nanjia didn't answer, watching Ning Fuyuan put a black chess piece immediately after dropping a piece, his action was a little impatient, it could be seen that his mind was not on this chess game, the whole person seemed very impetuous, obviously it was his mood not good.

Ning Fuyuan directly put a white chess piece to block Ning Nanjia's back path without showing any sympathy, and at the same time pointedly said:

"If you don't calm down, you can't win, dear grandson, Tongtong is sometimes very willful, but you spoiled it all. You refused to give her the toys she liked when she was a child. She insisted on getting them after a week of trouble. In the end After playing for a day, you will get tired of it, so you can't take tough measures against her, as the saying goes, it's better to let things go naturally."

Looking at the dead chess pieces on the chessboard, Ning Nanjia was silent for a while, and slowly understood what Ning Fuyuan meant, "I see, Grandpa."

He took a deep breath, and then began to focus on this chess game, racking his brains to think of various ways to break through.

After playing a game of chess for nearly an hour and a half, it was Song Zhiwei who called for dinner at last, and Ning Nanjia and Ning Fuyuan fought quickly, and it ended with Ning Fuyuan narrowly winning a piece.

"My dear grandson, you have to work harder." Ning Fuyuan patted Ning Nanjia on the shoulder with a smile, then got up and went to serve Song Zhiwei.

Ning Nanjia leaned on the table and watched the chess game carefully for half a minute before putting away the white and black chess pieces one by one and putting them in the chess basket, then got up and went to the kitchen to wash his hands and prepare for dinner.

Song Zhiwei made squirrel mandarin fish today, and when Ning Nanjia was seated, Ning Weitong had already eaten half of it.

Seeing Ning Nanjia, Ning Weitong's face flashed a little unnatural emotion, and he took the initiative to pick up a piece of fat and tender mandarin fish meat for him, and said slightly flatteringly: "Brother, let's eat, grandma It was delicious."

Looking at the piece of mandarin fish meat in the bowl, Ning Nanjia lowered his eyes, and after a long silence, he picked up the chopsticks and ate it.

When he moved, Ning Weitong breathed a sigh of relief, so he let go of his courage and picked up several pieces of meat and vegetables for him. Although Ning Nanjia didn't say anything, he ate them all.

Seeing that the two children were at odds but reconciled after a long time, Song Zhiwei and Ning Fuyuan exchanged glances, and they all laughed dumbfoundedly and shook their heads at the same time.

After dinner, it was already dark, so Ning Nanjia sent Zou Zikang a WeChat message, asking him to bring his homework to his home when he left school to play games in the Internet cafe. Auntie had finished packing and was taking off her apron, and there was an insulated bag on the counter behind her, which was bulging, as if it contained something.

Ning Nanjia called out, "Aunt Yu."

"Hey, it's Xiaojia," Aunt Yu replied with a smile, "Do you want to eat some fruit? Aunt Yu picked some delicious grapes today, do you want to wash some for you?"

"No, no, no," Ning Nanjia stared at the thermal bag, always feeling like he had forgotten something, "Aunt Yu, what's in this thermal bag?"

"I packed a pot of beef bone soup and some food. You sent me a message at noon and asked me to prepare it for you. You said you were going to take it to visit the sick. Did you forget?"

Ning Nanjia: "!!!!!!"