"Another round."

Looking at the mobile phone floating out of the news, Mobei always felt that there was something wrong with it. Maybe the tone was not cute just now. He couldn't help typing two words: "I?"

Feng Nai raised his eyebrow, rubbed his finger on the screen for half a time, as if he was planning something. His eyes flashed and went out, and finally he said, "little brother, why do you ask me this question?"

Hiss, the tone of his brother's voice is really Imitation, people think of gooseflesh.

The familiar tone came back again. Mobei just put it into the water and replied, "nothing, it's late. I'll be here first today. Go to sleep."

So cold? Feng Nai leaned back lazily and casually: "that little brother, let's make another appointment tomorrow, OK?"

Tomorrow? Mobei thought about the curriculum: "yes, I will go online at 7 p.m."

So easy to talk about? Feng Nai took another look at the achievements of the game just now, and his long white fingers fell: "then I will go online in advance and wait for my little brother."

Mobei, after a sound, thought of each other as a child, and thought of what her teacher had taught her before. With a cool face, he returned a message: "good night, MoMA da."

Do you, do you, Da?

Feng Nai stopped.

After all, to a man.

He can't really type the three words "Mu Da".

Just good night.

It's not like his brother.

So Feng Xiaolin is a cute guy.

Fengnai has a pair of peach blossom eyes, which are picked on the tip of the eye, and the arms are put on one side like that. It seems that she is tired, and her black hair is disorderly hit on her forehead, revealing a good-looking collarbone. Finally, she throws her mobile phone at will and slowly closes her eyes.

Mobei didn't look at his cell phone anymore.

After all, high school students get up early.

The next day, at half past seven in the morning.

The students who came to the morning with breakfast almost spilled the soymilk when they saw the boy sitting by the window with the English book in his hand.

This is not normal!

Why is Monan here?

He usually comes late on foot!

Nowadays, do even bad students know how to work hard?

This is the psychology of male students.

Next, it's the girl's.

"Ah ah! handsome! handsome! Why didn't I see him so handsome before? I don't know if he will agree to let him be my boyfriend now! "

Clearly by a lot of people watching, Mo north that side face has not changed at all, still beautiful and noble very.

The teenager didn't wear a suit today. He was wearing the uniform of the school.

The zipper of the coat was pulled to the top, only showing the arc of the chin. There were thin petals flying in the wind outside the window, falling on his black hair, which he took down and gently blew away.

Female students, all of them have been killed!

How can it be so cool!

This time the scream was out of control.

Almost let Zhao Jianjian step in, one didn't bite, lost his beef bag.

The next second, though, he opened his mouth.

I depend on it.

What's the situation?

Nange?

Is it in class now?

No, No.

When his mother got him up with a chicken feather blanket, it was still early for class.

Half past seven, half an hour before class.

Late king Nange is here!

And I'm wearing a uniform!

Such a serious and good student look.

How to make an appointment with one middle school opposite!

Ah?

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