Chapter 875

., the fastest update to the latest chapter of the e-sports master An Wo!

"If they knew, they wouldn't..."

Mo Bei didn't wait for the teacher to finish his last words before he raised his eyes and said, "It's all over."

This sentence is mostly meant to reassure people.

The teacher also understood and said in a different way: "Do you want to say goodbye to your classmates?"

"No." Mo Bei said.

The teacher nodded: "Yes, I will come back anyway."

Mo Bei said "Yeah".

The teacher was probably still worried, and asked Mo Bei a lot of things.

Zhao Jianjian, who was on sentry duty, could not hear what was being said inside. He could only judge by the shape of his mouth: "Old class is brainwashing the boss again."

"What is brainwashing?" The socialite snorted: "That's called love nagging. Didn't we talk about studying yesterday?"

Zhao Jianjian held his head and shook it back and forth twice: "Don't force me to recall the pain of yesterday."

"Tsk." After polishing her nails, the socialite raised her head and blew on it: "Shake your head to one side, it's all dandruff, it's so dirty."

Zhao Jianjian: "Damn it, man, can you just order it?"

"Looking for a beating?" When the socialite doesn't sound like a lolita, her voice is really deep.

Zhao Jianjian: "That's pretty much it. I'm here.

What to pretend to be. "

"Brother Nan!" The socialite stretched out her hand to push Zhao Jianjian away, and resumed her milky voice. Like a butterfly, she flew in front of Mo Bei: "It's so cold outside. Look, my delicate hands are all red from the cold!"

Mo Bei glanced at him and said nothing.

He just stretched out his hand and compared it with his.

The socialite immediately took her hand back. As a curvy person, her hands were not as white as those of a straight man. It really insulted her title of socialite!

However, why is his brother Nan's hands so beautiful?

Sure enough, they are the hands of an e-sports master. They are white and slender.

Especially suitable for fighting and being a boyfriend!

Zhao Jianjian looked at the socialite who was about to drool from the side, and warned: "Okay, put away those little thoughts, be careful that Young Master Feng is buried alive."

Hearing this, the socialite immediately switched back to her original voice: "Brother Nan, I'm done asking for leave. Why don't you go smoke?"

Really very manly!

"No." Mo Bei raised his hand and looked at his phone: "Go back to the base for training."

"That's right, do you think Brother Nan is the same as a smoker?" Zhao Jianjian also came over: "Tomorrow is the national competition. Brother Nan must be prepared, otherwise how will we fight then."

"Finally, the national competition is here." The socialite put her bag on her back and said, "I have been waiting for this day for too long. Brother Nan must win. When he becomes the champion, I can take the used things to the second We conduct an auction on the school’s intranet, so we can make a small profit.”

Zhao Jianjian chuckled twice: "It's really suitable for business."

"Don't praise me, it's all a small business."

Zhao Jianjian: "Am I really praising you? Also, are there a lot of things in the bag that Brother Nan has used? This is called Ben? This is obviously Brother Nan's!"

"Fuck, don't touch my schoolbag!"

When the three teenagers walked together in the classroom corridor, they still attracted attention.

After all, Mo Bei was among them, even though he didn't say a word, he just walked forward with one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand was holding his schoolbag as usual, a very special way of holding it.

His figure was slender and straight, and his Qingjun profile was filled with light as he walked past the window.

Many students were looking outside.

The handsome heart is a little weak...

[This chapter has been read, please search for more; read more exciting novels]