National School Prince Is A Girl

The love supper brought by Feng Da's agent successfully caused a wailing.

But it is really good for the body.

According to himself, it was porridge made with celery leaves and spinach leaves, and it also had stewed mint leaves inside.

Bo Jiu listened to the recipe and felt that Feng Yi must be kept away from the kitchen in the future.

"Seal baby, stop your brother to hear it later."

Feng Shanggang was forced by his brother to finish drinking the porridge, and put on a bitter gourd face: "Stop, can't stop, he, he likes to cook."

Bo Jiu: ... an e-sports agent actually likes cooking, mainly because the food is so unpalatable, what kind of cooking do you like!

But Feng Yi is very confident: "It tastes good."

Bo Jiu said, indeed, he hasn't eaten the dead.

However, Lin Feng's reaction was relatively large, and he rushed into the bathroom as soon as he finished drinking.

Only the Great God can survive. He only said three words to Feng Yi: "My stomach hurts."

Feng Yi's expression at the time was a bit unshakable, shameless, too shameless, an excuse to use so many times!

Qin Mo is full of aura, very quiet.

Feng Yi felt that the Great God was really too shameless, so he did n’t say anything. Let ’s talk about the key point here today: "Tomorrow afternoon the second game of the regional game will start. This time there is no break time. Even the test is done In addition, there are also requirements for physical strength. In order to avoid the inflammation of your eyes, in addition to the commonly used drugs, I will also follow you and cook the porridge for you. As for other things, I believe you have heard about this time from the fat people. There are two main players who have never played. Xiao Spade and Qin Shao should play as little as possible. As a secret weapon, they will stay in the national competition to deal with Shonan, because no one knows the full lineup of Shonan. What's the point."

"Idol, idol and Qin Shen do not, do not play?" Feng Shang asked worriedly: "If, what if we lose?"

Feng Yi glanced at his brother: "If we lose this way, then we can't win in the national competition."

"Okay." Bo Jiu's voice was clear, and he stood up with one hand in his trouser pocket, a smile on his face.

Feng Yi knew that Bo Jiu understood what he meant.

The reason is simple.

Even if there are experts in the regional competitions, in the final analysis, this is just a regional competition.

Many teams have retained their strength in national competitions.

Just like Shonan.

It won the top three in the regional competition without the main force.

If the Emperor League does not have Bo Jiu and Qin Mo, they will lose.

The difference is already obvious.

There is no need to go to any national competitions.

Everyone thought of this relationship.

Especially Yunhu, as smart as he is, and with the blood of a soldier: "Relax, we can win."

"Yun Hu was right." Feng Yi held his suit jacket: "The regional competition is over, which is the anniversary of the Dimeng League. I have already bought the ski resort tickets and hotel suites. If we win beautifully, this year we will New Year's Eve in the hot spring villa, and there are masquerades you are looking forward to. "

The players were excited when they heard the four words of the masquerade.

There was only one person, and Lin Feng didn't know what he was thinking. He said with one hand, "Very lottery this year, we must not draw another lot!"

"A lottery for the masquerade?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

Lin Feng just wanted to pull the boy to say something.

Qin Mo blinked suddenly, and pulled the young man's collar over, his voice faint: "Continue to practice your hand speed."

In this way, what Lin Feng said about the "lottery point" of the masquerade did not convey success ...