In a group of scratching students.

Mobei's sitting posture is undoubtedly the most eye-catching, and the gesture of holding the pen is also beautiful.

The invigilator teacher was a bit unbelievable. He went back and forth to Mobei several times, and saw that the man was really after answering the question, and wiped his glasses.

Zhao Jianjian didn't want to copy.

Finally, think about his achievements before Nange.

Either a score of 20 or a dozen.

It's not as right as he is.

For the students in their second middle school, the exam is torture.

It's not easy. Just as Zhao Jianjian wants to relax, he sees his brother Nan is leaving.

"Nange, Nange!" Zhao Jianjian immediately reached out his hand and grabbed the man: "don't go to the front door. I've received the news. Really, the people in one middle school set up a huge net to block you. It's said that it's still the order of God K."

Mo Bei slants Mou, the side face is clear and expensive: "he?"

"Brother Nan, don't tell me. You didn't think about the end of your fight with God K. did you watch it live? His mouth is still green. " Zhao Jianjian shook his head: "it must be that you can't be spared."

Mobei's voice is light: "I know that."

"Then you're still at the front door?" Zhao Jianjian opened his eyes.

Mobei picked up his schoolbag and said, "I won't leave today."

"Well, that's fine." Zhao Jianjian reacted for a while and laughed: "brother Nan, you are back to normal at last. I thought you would be as good as yesterday, so not fatal."

Mobei didn't speak. She knew someone was blocking her. She hit the gun. No one fought like this.

With her schoolbag in her hand and her long legs open, she is more than 1.7 meters tall. Her temperament is still cold.

Walking past, there are already female students whispering: "how to do, always feel this Monan, the more you look, the more you feel."

After all, Mo Bei is as precious as snow, which is really itchy.

Zhao Jianjian, who followed, also experienced the feeling of "school red man".

I thought it was like this. I could walk home from the back door.

That side stands in the gate of No. 2 middle school, a middle school student who intends to block people also gives up after three turns.

Who would have thought that at this time, Mobei's mobile phone came up with three voice messages.

"Little brother, are you there?" It's xiaonailin. He's sitting at the basketball court of No.1 middle school, wearing a small mask, but his face is happy. He has curly black hair and big eyes like he can shine: "my brother bought me a big cake for my birthday today. Can I invite him to eat it? He's not here these two days. I miss him so much."

When Mobei listens to the first one, he plans to get on the bus and go back.

When she heard the third one, she returned three words: "where are you?"

The little milk sees to have the reply, jumped up at once, the milk voice milk spirit: "I am in one, is very close to you."

"No.1 Middle School..." Mobei's fingers stopped, and his brow slightly twisted.

Xiaonailin's eyes are big, so she doesn't know: "yes, No.1 middle school, the place where you sent me last time, opposite to your school."

Voice is hands-free.

Zhao Jianjian can also hear it. He said, little brother, of course, our Nange knows that No.1 middle school is opposite to the school. The key is, do you know what the relationship between our Nange and No!

In this way, you let him come to you!?

Isn't this self imposed?

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