On the battlefield strewn with corpses, Jiang Xun took out a bamboo flute from his arms, crossed it to his lips, and the flute sounded high-pitched, and then turned low, full of endless sadness, guiding the souls of those compatriots who unfortunately died in battle to return to their hometown.

The sound of the chorus overshadowed Jiang Xun's flute, and he raised his head, and the archers of the Noxian Legion in the distance fired a volley at him, and ten thousand points of cold poured down on him like a torrential rain.

He clenched the hilt of his sword and rushed towards the enemy in the rain of arrows, the wind elemental gathered like a tide on the long knife in his hand, and the sword was unsheathed, and the tsunami-like wall of wind blocked all the arrows, and his wind beat rapidly among the enemy, constantly reaping the enemy's life.

The ghosts of his enemies were wrapped around his blades, and he swung his sword at a dense area of enemy troops, and the fierce wind was subdued by him, and a tornado rose from the ground, rolling up the soldiers in Noxian armor and throwing them into the air.

…

"Hey, hey, Ah Xun, wake up, it's noon, it's time to eat." Lu Mingfei's voice sounded in Jiang Xun's ears, and he found that he was back in the classroom, and there were only two people left in the classroom, himself and Lu Mingfei.

Is it another dream?

Jiang Xun dreams every day when he comes to this world, and it was the memory of the original owner of this body before, and after the memory of the original owner was absorbed by him, it became Yasuo's memory.

He recalled the picture of Yasuo performing the Wind Guardian Sword Technique across the battlefield, and the other details were not too clear, but he remembered every move of Yasuo.

It turned out that he unlocked the hero of the Wind Sword Hao Yasuo, not only to obtain his skills, but also to obtain Yasuo's swordsmanship that he had mastered since he was a child and decades of experience and skills in killing enemies, which made him feel like he had made a windfall and was in a good mood.

He happily put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulders and said, "Let's go, go to dinner, I'll have a treat." ”

As an aristocratic school, the cafeteria of Shilan Middle School is also graded, ranging from Chinese-style fast food stir-fry to Western-style hamburger steaks.

Jiang Xun originally wanted to take Lu Mingfei to eat a steak to celebrate, but today's Western restaurant in Shilan Middle School uses N9 level Australian Wagyu beef, he glanced at the price, although it is easy to eat, but it is not cost-effective, this money can go home to buy steak and fry it himself, so that he and Lu Mingfei can eat together.

So they moved to the school's three cafeterias.

Although he couldn't eat Australian Wagyu beef, looking at the five chicken legs on the plate, Lu Mingfei was moved to cry bitterly, and almost wanted to worship Jiang Xun as the eldest brother, but unfortunately he was stirred up by the little goddess.

Xiao Tiannu sat next to Lu Mingfei with a plate, and that aura pressed back all the unproductive words that Lu Mingfei felt when he ate chicken legs, which made Jiang Xun feel deeply regretful.

"You talk, I've left beforehand." Lu Mingfei saw that Su Xiaoqiao had something to say to Jiang Xun, and retreated with a chicken leg in his mouth.

Lu Mingfei's interest is practiced, since the first day of high school, Lu Mingfei said in front of Su Xiaoqiao that Chen Wenwen is the class flower of our class, and he was targeted by Su Xiaoqiao, who holds a grudge, for three years.

After three years of training, even a pig should be smarter, Lu Mingfei is smarter than a pig, so he still has this emotional intelligence.

After Su Xiaoqiao sat down, he poked a small piece of fried meat with his chopsticks, trying to separate the fat from the lean meat.

"Eating fried meat is to bring some fat meat to be delicious, just lean meat is dry, fat is the source of human happiness." Jiang Xun pointed.

"I don't eat fat, you say it's a source of happiness, then it's all good for you." She picked up a piece of fat boy in the small fried meat couple that she forcibly broke up, and wanted to throw the fat meat to Jiang Xun.

"No, your chopsticks touched it." Jiang Xun moved the plate with a look of disgust.

He's not the kind of dick who thinks that the saliva of a beautiful girl is also fragrant.

In his previous life, he licked the dog, but licking the dog is not the same as dick.

Dick Si loves girls all over the world, but girls all over the world don't love him, and licking the dog is in love with a girl who can't ask for it.

Little Heavenly Maiden: o( ̄ヘ ̄o#) (You dislike me, damn it, my mouth has never touched the chopsticks at all, hum)

"I just wanted to remind you that there's a ball game at night, don't forget." After the little goddess finished speaking, she left in a huff.

After being reminded by Xiao Tiannu, Jiang Xun remembered that he was still a member of the Shilan Middle School team.

When he was 15 years old, he grew to 1.9 meters, and the coach felt that he had amazing bones, and he must be a basketball prodigy, and he was ready to cultivate him carefully and cultivate him into the second generation of Yao Ming.

It's a pity that Jiang Xun's athletic talent is so poor that even the class competition was abused by people, let alone the school-level competition, and he basically didn't get much chance to play in the past three years.

However, he won two gold medals in the National High School League.

Under the leadership of him and legendary alumnus Chu Zihang, who scored 62 points, Shilan Middle School won the National High School League championship for two consecutive years.

Chu Zihang averaged 60 points per game, and Jiang Xun averaged 2 points per game.

However, since Chu Zihang graduated, Shilan Middle School has changed from a strong contender for the championship to a fish belly team.

…

The No. 3 Middle School in the same city as Shilan Middle School was originally a strong sports school, and it provided a large number of excellent players for CUBA.

But during the three years that Chu Zihang Great Demon King ruled the high school league, they had been pressed so hard that they couldn't hold their heads up.

Now the Great Demon King of Chu Zihang has flown to study in the evil United States to harm the ignorant college students over there.

The three of them are finally going to stand up!

Although they still failed to win the national championship, they were very accomplished in the city-level competition, beating the three-time champion Shilan Middle School, who could only look up to their noses.

Moreover, the girls of aristocratic schools like Shilan Middle School are all beautiful, which makes the players of the No. 3 Middle School team very excited when they learn that they are going to play a friendly match with Shilan Middle School.

Under the leadership of the coach, the men of the No. 3 Middle School team sat on the school bus to sharpen their knives and sharpen their knives to Shilan, ready to let the beautiful girls of Shilan Middle School see what a real man is.

Then five minutes into the game, this group of real men from No. 3 was almost beaten to tears.

"This is a fucking high school student?" The captain of the third middle school team couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

Will a high school student jump from the free throw line and change hands under his crotch for a dunk?

The champion of the NBA Slam Dunk Contest didn't dunk either!

Will a high school student overframe a tomahawk split?

Basketball Emperor James is not as high as you!

High school students will dunk 720-degree spiral turns?

Is this TM still human?

The captain of the No. 3 Middle School Colonel felt that his outlook on life had been impacted.

Three years, three whole years, finally sent away the Great Demon King Chu Zihang, but there was an even more terrifying Flying Devil Jiang Xun.

What's even more heartbreaking for him is that the super invincible and beautiful mixed-race beautiful girl cheerleader from Shilan Middle School is feeding Jiang Xun, who has just slapped a--basketball dream nail board hat, wiping sweat, extremely gentle.

The face of the third squadron leader, who was 10 years older than the average high school student, was 10 years old.

It's clear that it's me who was offended, and I also want the comfort of a mixed-race beautiful girl, and the two hundred pounds of black and strong rough man cried out with a "wow".