The eSports King’s Crush

Chapter 865: Eighty-Five Seventy-Five

"If they knew, they wouldn't ..."

Mo Bei did not wait for the teacher to finish his last words, so he raised his eyes: "It's all over."

This sentence is mostly for reassurance.

The teacher also understood and changed his way and said, "Should I tell my classmates individually?"

"No." Mo Beidao.

The teacher nodded: "Also, I'll be back anyway."

Mo Bei said "um".

The teacher was still uneasy, and ordered Mo Bei a lot of things.

The sentinel Zhao Jianjian couldn't hear anything in it, and judged only by his mouth: "The old class brainwashed the boss again."

"What is brainwashing." The lady snorted. "That uncle, who was called Ai, didn't talk to you about studying yesterday."

Zhao Jianjian held his head and shook it back and forth twice: "Don't force me to remember yesterday's pain."

"Well," the lady finished her nails, raised her head and blew. "Flicking her head to the side, it's all dandruff and it's dirty."

Zhao Jianjian: "Sure, your grandfather can do it."

"Look for it?" When the lady didn't fake Loli, the voice was really low.

Zhao Jianjian: "It's pretty much the same. I'm here. What do you pretend to be?"

"Nam!" The lady stretched out her hand and pushed Zhao Jianjian away, and her milk and milk resumed. Flowers and butterflies flew in front of Mo Bei: "It's so cold outside, you see, my delicate hands are red!"

Mo Bei glanced at him and said nothing.

Just reached out and compared with his.

The lady immediately put her hand back. As a bent man, the hand didn't even have a steel straight man's hand, which really insulted him as a lady!

However, how could his brother Nan look so good.

It really is the hand of the e-sports god, white and slender.

Especially suitable for fighting and being a boyfriend!

Zhao Jianjian watched as the lady was about to drool, and warned: "Okay, take care of your thoughts, and bury them alive."

Upon hearing that, the celebrity immediately switched back to the original voice: "Nang, leave is over, don't go smoking."

Really very man!

"No." Mo Bei raised his hand and glanced at the phone: "Back to base training."

"That is, do you think Nange is the same as you, a smoker?" Zhao Jianjian also came over: "Tomorrow is the national competition, Nange must be prepared, otherwise how to fight."

"Finally the national competition." The lady put her back on her bag: "I waited for this day, I really have waited too long, you must win, Nan brother, when you become the champion, I can use what you have used, Take the second junior high school's intranet for auction, which will make a small profit. "

Zhao Jianjian hesitated twice: "You are really suitable for business."

"Don't brag about me, it's all small business."

Zhao Jianjian: "Did I really praise you? Also, did you have a lot of things that Nan used in your bag? This is called Ben? This is obviously Nan's!"

"Fuck, don't touch my schoolbag!"

When the three teenagers walked together in the classroom corridor, they were still eye-catching.

After all, Mo Bei was in it. He didn't say a word. He just walked forward with one hand holding his trousers pocket. The other hand was carrying a school bag like usual, and he was very special.

The figure was long and straight, Qing Qing's side face spilled into the light as she walked through the window.

Many students are looking out.

Shuai's heart is a little soft ...

(End of this chapter)