National School Prince Is A Girl

Just the next second.

The boy walked pacing.

The left hand rested on Lin Feng's shoulder, the same face when he raised his eyes.

Even pale to no blood.

But it was still black eyes with silver hair, and the handsome one could not help but have a meal.

"Not necessary."

Very light three words.

Lin Feng looked down, the red on the teenager's wrist seemed to bleed.

Isn't this necessary?

It is really unnecessary for Bo Jiu.

The boy knew exactly what the world looked like.

It is also clear what human nature looks like.

"If you lose, you lose."

The back of the teenager standing there.

Tall and straight like winter cypress.

But even so.

Xue Yaoyao also saw the slightly clenched hands of the teenager hidden under the uniform.

It must be very painful.

When playing games.

What kind of support are you relying on?

And now what is supporting it, let the teenager stand here and admit to losing.

It is because we want to retain the last dignity of the Dimeng League.

Some fans on the scene, it's hard to say anything.

After all, everyone can see what a teenager is like.

Even if you lose.

Nor does it mean any excuses.

Xue Yaoyao turned her face, if she was stronger, the ending would not be like this.

Since when did we learn to cry.

I feel sad and sad when I feel wronged.

Since when did I learn to force tears back into the frame of the eye, and then fixed my eyes on those eyes from all directions.

There is a kind of growth that always makes people feel as if they are wearing armor, not afraid of darkness.

Because I believe that one day I can see the light ...

The ceremony always ends perfectly.

The young man represented the Dimeng League to step forward and shake hands with the captain of the other party, and then ended.

Just at this time.

Wow!

The door was pushed open.

In the light of time, there was a slender figure pacing.

The members of the Dimeng Union froze the moment they turned around.

The man had a beautiful face familiar to everyone present.

The sharp side face carries a blade-like indifference.

The uniform on his body made him look like the commander of Star Trek, with white gloves on his hands, fitting perfectly without leaving any gaps.

If a name.

When you shout it, you feel the power.

That's how he exists.

"Mo Brother..." The boy's words had not begun.

He was dragged into the arms by the man, followed by a nice voice: "I'm not here, you are being bullied like this, it's really good."

The uproar at the scene can be imagined.

It's not just thousands of people watching.

There are also live broadcasts from major online platforms.

Agent Feng Da reached out his hand and pressed his forehead.

Why did no one inform him that the Great God is back.

It's so indifferent.

How many media questions he has to deal with this afternoon.

The Great God really did things for him as soon as he came back.

However, this is fine.

Because sometimes, he really didn't know how to comfort Little Spades.

Knowing him well, when facing a teenager, he always felt that it was not like a high school student.

Unlike the great god.

It seems no matter what the teenager looks like.

In front of him is the brother who should be spoiled.

Bo Jiu didn't feel that he was being bullied, just because the smell of the Great God was so good that he couldn't help but buried his face in the man's chest.

The princess squatted beside her, very arrogant, looking at someone who is so uncomfortable today, it will not compete, and also give someone some room for fair competition, and being a cat cannot be too harsh.