National School Prince Is A Girl

In the debugging network, the thin nine heard the sound of the downstairs, picked up the hands of Qin Mo, and walked down the stairs.

Probably because of sleeping yesterday, the hair was pressed, and there was a silver hair on her head that was always tilted. Now, because of the net line and the gray tip on the tip of the nose, there is a kind of handsome.

No, she just went downstairs.

Lin Feng screamed over there and wanted to hug with open arms.

Just not waiting for his hand to touch the shoulder of thin nine.

A bang!

A playing card flew over and poked straight on his shoes.

He hurts a lame: "I rely on, where is the poker card, how can it be poked?"

Lin Feng’s painful word has not been finished, and the sight that was cast on him was nailed to the original place.

The gaze, deep bottomless, careless, but no trace of temperature.

Lin Feng paused and tentatively called: "Captain."

Qin Mo smiled at the lips: "Sorry, just slipped."

"Ah, hey!" Lin Feng suddenly couldn't catch up. This kind of captain, politely makes people unfamiliar. After all, when the captain had disciplined them, they never said sorry to them.

It is normal to punish them for eating and not eating meat.

Anyone who is familiar with the captain knows that he will be so polite as long as he is a foreigner.

Are they now... are outsiders?

Only when I think about this, Lin Feng will be uncomfortable.

However, it is only a small one.

Because nothing is more important than the captain can come back safely.

Lin Feng is stupid and sweet, and he happily believes that after the words of the hand-slip in the Qin Mokou, he has to go to the shoulder of the thin nine: "I will tell you a little spades, my brother brought a dozen beers. Say enough...?"

Hey!

This time the playing card flew past his head and cut his hair accurately.

Lin Feng paused and looked at his captain with a grudge: "This time is also a hand slip?"

"Of course." Qin Mou's mouth is shallow and curved: "I really want to poke your hand."

Lin Feng turned to look for the players to complain.

Unexpectedly, in addition to Yunhu, there is still some humanity who knows to take him outside.

The rest of the people gave him two words with their eyes and deserved it.

I rely on!

This is what the group!

The little **** that party is more excessive, in the face of the serious words: "Lin team flowers, I have long wanted to tell you, I am now a family, do not always move hands on me, I am a man Friends will be upset, don't just take a break in the future."

Lin Feng: ...you and I are brothers and brothers. When I was doing the second pot, I took my shoulder and walked all the way. What else did I say? I was a victim, no deterrent, I really didn't think you were such a little spade!

With this fight, a group of people seems to have been what they used to be.

Yin Dashu was laughing at the smoke, coco and Feng still biting their ears, and Rao Rong and Lin Shentao's proper finishing touches were completely uncomfortable.

Thin nine-one face handsome and showful, the means is a bit shameless.

Qin Mo's look of laziness is sitting next to her, and the arm is placed behind the chair. It is clear that there is no relative act, but it can make people feel that the two are always one, even now.

There are a lot of talks in the e-sports circle. You can say a word, drink while eating meat, and laugh at the church.

Xue Yaoyao looked at this group of people, and his heart was faintly feverish.

It really feels good.

Even the scars are scarred.

Yes, they are back...