Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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When Xiaohui said this sentence, Luo Ding's mouth outlined a strange smile.

Very shallow, very light, but very nice.

If they think she just wants to show off her skills and want to be 1v1-bettle with Mi Fu, then they are very wrong.

"You call Xiaohui, I heard that your math is good. I have a question today to ask you." Luo dusted his hands and embraced his chest, with a unique momentum in his throat.

Mi Fu looked a little flustered. She didn't understand what Luo wanted to say, but the uneasiness in her heart made her cold sweat.

Xiaohui was suddenly named by Luo Dingchen, and he seemed to be at a loss.

After all, in addition to talking with Su Xiaoxiao, Luo Dust rarely talks with other people.

He did not devote himself to his enthusiasm, and he was rejected by the cold eyes. Over time, even if she is a beautiful woman, there is no good impression.

But now that he was asked this question, he felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head and said: "You ask."

"This basketball hoop, how far is it from the chair we just made?" Luo Dust pointed to the chair where they had just sat, and there was a glimpse of darkness in the scorpion.

At this moment, Li Si Nai, Nan Luo Ze, Han Zai Xi, Su Jing... the eyes of the four of them are at the same time.

It seems that at the same time, I understand the ultimate goal of 1v1-bettle.

But... Xiaohui doesn’t seem to understand it...

"About five or six meters!" Xiaohui looked at it, and looked at her with some embarrassment: "What does this have to do with mathematics!"

This kind of question is a question for a three-year-old child. How can I ask him about this math class representative?

"Don't worry, I haven't asked yet!" Luo slammed his mouth and raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Mi's classmates only scored six goals in ten goals, but the probability of hitting the basket is 100%. Hundred, I am right!"

As soon as the words of Luo Dust were finished, the face of Mi Fu changed instantly. At this moment, she seems to understand why Luo Dust wants to fight with her under the crowd.

It’s not just for her to go out, the real purpose is to let her...

"You..." Xiaohui seems to feel that something is wrong, but he did not react immediately.

At this moment, Luo Dingchen did not give him any time for the slightest event, his right hand slightly picked up the basketball in his hand, back to the basket and gently cast.

When the ball entered the basket, she squinted: "What I want to ask you is - the probability of her technique, the probability of throwing a bench at five or six meters, how big?"

"Hey--" The whole scene was a bit chilly, and the face of Mi Fu was a burst of white, and the lips tremble unconsciously.

“Luo’s dust means that the new classmates are deliberate?”

"I felt strange at first, but I couldn't say it. Now it is equivalent to doing an experiment, and suddenly it is simple and clear."

"Hey, pretty girls are really right in this sentence."

......

The whisperer was a silent boy, mostly a basketball player.

Just when Mi Fu’s shooting was more or less, he saw a little bit of angle, but he didn’t care too much.

But now, it seems that the answer is very clear!

At this time, Xiaohui looked very embarrassed. He screamed and sweared and never answered.

“How does the math class mean not to speak? Is this probabilistic question difficult?” Luo Dingchen did not “consider” his embarrassment at all.

One word and one sentence, all reveal the domineering that ordinary people do not have.