Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

When Song Wen heard Gu Cheng's words, he unbelievably reached out one hand, pointing to Gu Cheng, trembling and trembling, trembling for half a day, and said with sadness: “Unrighteously waste my time making you sound, entrusting you with my most precious legacy...”

“Pfft!”

This is Zhao's unbearable laughter.

She looked at Song Wen with a smile: “You are usually like this...”

She thought about it and couldn't come up with a suitable adjective.

Song Wen helped the glasses, looked at Ah Zhao and said with emotion: "Tang Zhao, you don't understand, you need to know the art of life. Life at school has been so difficult, if I didn't have some fun with myself, life would be so boring. ”

A Zhao glanced at the two of them and raised his hand to the book: “I think that your life is boring because you are too indifferent to study. ”

Song Wen looked at the five-year college entrance exam three-year simulation in her hand, and her face was in agony: “If you choose between study and death, I request direct death! ”

Zhao: “...”

Well, she really doesn't understand the world of scum.

When she looked at Gu Cheng, she found out what kind of mobile game he was playing with his head down.

She asked, "What are you guys playing at? ”

Gu Cheng didn't have time to look up and his fingers moved fast on the keyboard.

Song Wen said on the side: "The hottest hand sports game right now, a good student like you must not understand, I'll tell you..."

“What's your name? Can you teach me how to play?” A Zhao took out his phone.

Song Wenxuan: “Huh? You want to play?”

A Zhao nodded.

Song Wen was about to tell her and shook her head again: "No, no, no! What kind of games should a good student like you learn to play with us? ”

He muttered, "If old Kai finds out I'm playing games with my new classmates, I may not see next week's sun. ”

Gu Cheng, who took two heads across the street, opened his mouth at leisure: “The weather forecast says it will rain continuously next week, and you will definitely not see next week's sun. ”

Song Wen: “...”

He grieved, "Can't you save some face for my brother in front of my new classmate? ”

Gu Cheng: “Face? What the hell is that? Have you ever? ”

Song Wen: “...”

He glanced and saw that a familiar icon had appeared on Azhao's screen.

“Did you just download? How do you know what we're playing? ”

Zhao calmly pointed to Gu Cheng: “There is one on the screen. ”

Registration steps are not very complicated, Zhao must have created an account for himself.

Nor was she in a hurry to play, but watched beginner tutorials and strategies several times.

Song Wen was hooked up with games addiction. She didn't have a cell phone. She could only look at it on the side and say: “Shall I teach you to play? ”

A Zhao nodded.

“You play a solo mode first. ”

Shodot, get in there.

Soon, Song Wen and Azhao's voices were in the classroom:

“Skills, play skills! ”

“You can't go that way, you know, run, run... oh, dead again. ”

“Yeah, that's it, fuck him! ”

“Is that so? Oh, I get it...”

“ …… ”

Gu Cheng's hand suddenly stopped.

He looked up and looked at the two people sitting in front.

Because one is playing with a coach, the two are very close, and from his point of view, you can only see two heads that are about to come together, which reminds you of a word:

Intimate.

“Mosquito, transfer student. ”

Zhao had just found a feeling, and Gu Cheng's voice came from behind.