Extraordinary Girl
Provocations
"Not needed." Serra narrowed her eyes and glanced at the position of the ring, not high.
Farze exploded in an instant. He had to suppress this woman's arrogance. If he doesn't teach her well, where is his face?
"The beginning!"
The referee blew his whistle and the match officially started.
Fazre grabbed the ball and shot it through the ring.
"Sister Fazre, good!" Fazre's brothers encouraged him.
Fazre scored again.
"Sister Fazre, very handsome!"
Fazre scored the third point.
"Brother Fazre, dominate!"
Fazre panted and looked at Serra, "Give up early and you won't lose too badly."
"Don't talk a lot of nonsense."
Serra takes the ball and runs away from Fazre. Standing behind the three-point line, he shot the ball towards the ring with a curve.
All eyes follow the ball.
Fazre snorted in disdain, 'Before firing a three-figure shot, you first have to see if you have the power.'
The ball goes into the ring perfectly.
Scoring goals!
He scored a goal!
Fazre was stunned and looked at Serra. There was no excitement on Serra's face, as if it was a normal thing.
Fazre withdrew his arrogance and began to take the game seriously.
But he has no chance.
As long as Serra gets the ball, he doesn't even have a chance to touch the ball. Serra scored one after the other, and they all threw three numbers. If he gets the ball, Serra will snatch it from him.
After the match, Fazre was tired and fainted on the ground, barely able to get up.
The result was clear, Fazre failed miserably.
Fazre took water from his men and took a sip. He is reluctant to face the fact that he was defeated by a girl.
"Serra, have you ever studied basketball." My fellow Serra, Raya, asked with a look of admiration.
"No." When Serra looked at Raya, her brows softened. He couldn't help but squeeze Raya's chubby cheeks.
Few people know that he likes funny things.
"If you haven't learned it yet, how can you play well." Raya admires Serra more.
“Maybe because I'm a fast learner." Serra glanced at Fazre and spoke honestly.
“Fuck!” Fazre spit, gagging.
Fight well, play basketball well, is this still a woman?
Fazre stood up from the ground and said, "Dad."
"No, no, this is Brother Serra," Fazre hurriedly changed his words as Serra's eyes fluttered.
"Serra's brother, I, fazre, will recognize you as my boss from now on." Fazre glanced at his younger siblings, who had been with him for two years. He closed his eyes, and said painfully, “You will do the same in the future. Remember to call sister on Serra.”
Serra took the water Raya brought to him, and said, “I will not take your position as boss. I'm not interested."
Fazre happy, “Kak Serra, in the future if you tell me to go east and I will never go west. Just tell me if you need to do something. ”
He kept saying things to please her.
Serra frowned impatiently and left.
Fazre continued to flatter Serra, even as she left.
In the evening, when Serra returned to the Adelion house, Haikal sat on the sofa in the living room with a cold face. “Why don't you go to class 1. And as a girl, you run around fighting with other people. Is this how you should behave?”
“My grades are not worthy of first class. The fight cannot be changed.” Serra said coldly.
Haikal's face was pale with anger.
Serra tilted her head for a moment. She chuckled, with a mocking look in her eyes, “Don't worry. No one at school knew that I was your daughter, Haikal Adelion. You won't lose face except with the few people you told me about. As for whether I am amazing or not, you don't care, do you? ”
She would not say that she was the daughter of Haikal Adelion. He no longer wanted this identity, let alone reveal it to others. He wanted to shed the blood related to them.
Haikal's thoughts were revealed, and she was even more furious, “Serra, you are my daughter! Is this how you talk to your father?"
"Do you treat me as a princess?" Serra glanced at Sitta and sneered, "I'm afraid your daughter is just Sitta."
After speaking, he ignored Haikal and went straight upstairs.
His back was straight and his figure was skinny.
He walked up the stairs alone, looking helpless.
It was a pity that Haikal did not notice these things. He was so angry that he slapped the table, "I wouldn't pick him up if I knew he would act like this."
Litha glanced at Haikal, and said with an angry expression: "I said that we should only have a daughter like Sitta, but you should bring her back."
“I did this for our Adelion family. Serra has beauty. Finding someone to marry her can help our Adelion family a lot.”
Haikal's words fell into Serra's ears as she was about to open the door of her room. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
He never understood why Haikal and Litha picked him up when they didn't like him. This is the reason.
They use their only biological daughter as a tool for their own benefit. On the other hand, Sitta, the foster daughter, was held in the palm of their hand.
How ridiculous!
Serra was no longer interested in their conversation. He opened the door and walked in.
After taking a shower, Serra picked up the laptop and sat cross-legged on the bed. He put the computer on his lap, and turned it on.
He walked into the Black Emperor and found that his challenge post was buried in the forum. No one responded.
Serra frowned slightly not understanding. Was it because the way he posted the challenge was too gentle?
Tilting his head and contemplating for a moment, the corner of his lips twitched slightly. With a hint of arrogance, her beautiful fingers fluttered over the keyboard, writing an extremely arrogant post.
[T: I saw your results and summed it up in a few words: Bad! There is no level! I really don't know, how did you become a master hacker? It seemed that the famous Black Emperor was nothing more than that.]
Serra also deliberately targeted top hackers among black emperors, and provoked, [If you have skills, compete with me. Unless you're a turtle, hiding in your shell, too afraid to compete with the newcomers.]
After Serra reposted, she turned off the computer.
He basically did not remember his high school knowledge, and needed to review it well.
He pulled out a language textbook. Just flipping through it again, the knowledge learned in his last life resurfaced in his mind, and he could apply that knowledge by analogy.
Serra is a genius. It was just that he had been living in a persecuted neighborhood ever since he was a child. He could only carefully conceal his superiority.
After finishing Junior High, Ms. Sheren stopped letting her go to school.