The male god of e-sports is a girl

Chapter 89
"I also ate according to the doctor's instructions, and absolutely did not eat indiscriminately." Yun Feixiao said depressedly.

At the beginning, the doctor said that as long as you follow the requirements, it will be cured in about a month.

As a result, it's been half a year, and it just hasn't improved at all, and it's even worse.

Yun Feixiao really couldn't figure it out.

He even suspected whether it was poisoning or something, but the doctor said it was just a simple acne.

"Oh." Song Ci nodded, and said something indifferent.

Yun Feixiao: ...

Although he knew that Song Ci was a dude and didn't know anything, but his reaction was so bland, which made Yun Feixiao unhappy again.

Yun Feixiao didn't think it was poisoning, and neither did Song Ci.

It didn't have the kind of reaction she had when she was exposed to harmful substances, so it shouldn't be poisoning.

Song Ci also only felt that Yun Feixiao probably couldn't control his appetite, so it got worse and worse.

No matter how upset Yun Feixiao was, Song Ci had already become silent, and he would not show his face to talk to Song Ci.

The two were silent all the way, and after returning to Yenching University, Song Ci and Yun Feixiao parted ways.

Yun Feixiao and Song Ci were in the same grade, but Song Ci was admitted to Class [-], Grade [-] because of his relationship with the family, while Yun Feixiao was directly admitted to the experimental class with excellent grades.

Experimental class, this is a rather peculiar class, it is above one, and the students in it must have good grades, not to mention others.

This class is all about strength.

Without strength, even a super-connected household like Song Ci would not even think about taking a step forward.

The students in the experimental class have another separate dormitory building, and the conditions are comparable to the ① building where Song Ci lived.

The geographical location is much closer to the teaching building than other dormitory buildings.

Yun Feixiao lived in a special dormitory for the experimental class.

Those who can enter that dormitory are as enviable as those who can enter the ① building.

Yun Fei returned to the dormitory building of the experimental class with a smile, and Song Ci also went to the ① dormitory building.

Back in the dormitory, Song Ci found that Han Xiuyuan, Ji Ye and Zhang Yicheng were all playing games in the dormitory.

In front of the three of them, there was a bucket of instant noodle boxes that each person had eaten.

Calmly scanning the faces of the three of them, Song Ci felt that if Yun Feixiao came to her dormitory, he would probably be pissed off, after all...

He paid so much attention to it, but the father, Acne, didn't let him go at all.

As for Song Ci's roommates, not to mention eating instant noodles, they also stayed up late playing games, and they didn't have such a pimple on their faces. Thinking about it, they feel full of pain.

Well, Song Ci has decided... If there is a chance, let Yun Feixiao take a look.

"Hey, Song Ci, you're back. Let's take you to the game." Neither Ji Ye nor Han Xiuyuan knew Song Ci's game ID. Although Song Ci didn't hide it on purpose, he didn't pay attention.

Now that both of them have reached the tenth level and changed jobs, there is a kind of B with their roommates.

Zhang Yicheng didn't gnaw, he was in the old district, and he couldn't take it with him even if he wanted to.

Song Ci looked at Ji Ye, changed his slippers, and said, "Okay."

It just so happens that if Take Me to Hell is online, it is also possible to brush down the level with Take Me to Hell.

Of course, the little brother I took in must be carried with me at all times.

Line up!

As the king of the virtual network, there must be some face-to-face.

"However, Han Xiuyuan and I have finished playing the dungeons, so we can only take you to the jungle." Ji Ye felt a little regretful.

He finally wanted to take his roommate with him, but in the end he could only take him to the jungle to gain experience.

Thinking about it feels embarrassing.

(End of this chapter)