Chapter 261 Contrasting Meng

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When being hugged by the girls, Snow Lion's paws were not honest, and he groped the girls' breasts unscrupulously. If they were touched like this by a man's salty pig's hand, these girls would have turned their heads a long time ago, but if they were touched by the snow lion's soft paws, they could only wish to be touched a few more times...

The black line on Snow Lion's forehead surprised them even more. At first they thought it was dyed, but most of them had hair dyeing experience. After careful observation, they found that this black line was pure natural and definitely not dyed. This made them even more amazed.

Fina remained reserved as always, standing quietly where she was, not caring about the snow lion's welcome - it didn't need such close contact, and even disliked such close contact, because it felt dirty, and its body was not suitable for mortals. casual touch. Compared with the group of cute girls, it is more interested in the solemn and solemn church. It raised its head and stared at the tall cross.

The autumn is crisp and clear, and the blue sky is like washing. A few gray pigeons landed on the white cross, cooing non-stop. Churches and pigeons are a perfect match. Even people who have no religious beliefs will feel calm, joyful and without desires when they see this picture. Maybe they will walk into the church and sit for a while, listening to the sermon.

Luo Qingyu sighed, "The cuteness of the girl holding the cat has increased by 30%! Don't you think so?"

"I don't think so!" Zhang Zian categorically denied, "No matter how cute the girl is, it's not mine...but the cat is mine, you have to tell them to masturbate lightly, and I'll ask for more money if the hair falls off and gets dirty!"

"Are you taking advantage of the money?" Luo Qingyu said distressedly. He paid the cat rental money out of his own pocket, and he didn't have the nerve to confess to the members that he rented the cat. This would make the members underestimate his ability.

Luo Qingyu, the president of the photography club, did not sit securely. He did not become the president by virtue of his excellent photography skills, but boasted to the members during the campaign that he would lead the photography club to grow stronger, and boasted that he knew There are a lot of high-quality girls, you can recruit them to be cosers. Of course, the members of the photography club are all boys, not a single woman. As college students, they all long to have more contact with the opposite sex. Under the influence of hormones, Luo Qingyu was elected.

In fact, Luo Qingyu's rhetoric is basically bragging, he didn't get out of the order himself, where can he find high-quality girls, or he became the president just to make it easier to get out of the order-many girls like to take beautiful pictures of themselves , and let Meimei herself be seen by more people, but in the usual cognition, the huge size of the SLR camera is more bluffing at first glance, coupled with the famous name of the president of the photography agency, some girls are really caught He flicked on.

The current cosplayers are the prospective nurse girls he contacted from the nearby Binhai Medical College. The two hit it off, agreed on a time and place, and came out to take cosplay photos.

Zhang Zian wanted to finish his work early and go home early, and he couldn't let those girls play cats and cats endlessly. Although they had fun with snow lions, he was not happy...

"Aren't you going to make a film? Hurry up, I have something else to do." He reminded.

Luo Qingyu said with a headache: "You think I'm not in a hurry?"

He pulled Zhang Zian back a few steps, and said in a low voice: "The problem is that these girls are cosplaying for the first time, and they can't let go of their movements and expressions. They haven't even watched the anime of cosplaying, no Knowing the character of the character they want to cosplay, what are the habitual movements, it is super troublesome to teach!"

Judging from the armor-like costumes these girls wear and the giant weapons they hold, they should be cosplaying some kind of hot-blooded fighting anime, which is probably requested by the nerds of this photography agency, and most girls even watch anime. Maybe they prefer life and love, so it's not surprising that they haven't watched it.

"Aura! The most important thing is the aura!" Luo Qingyu emphasized emphatically, "Actually, appearance and movements don't matter. I can teach you. After all, I've watched that anime thirty times.

Even with my eyes closed, I can distinguish the girls in the anime..."

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Zian couldn't pretend not to hear, "Have you watched an anime thirty times?"

"That's right." Luo Qingyu nodded solemnly, and declared with pride, "After going back tonight, I'm going to take a shower, change clothes, and brush for the 31st time. The instant noodles and nutrition express line are already in place."

Zhang Zian: "..." What the hell is Nutrition Express! What anime are you watching?

Luo Qingyu raised her slender arm, pointed at a girl in the cosplayer from a distance, and said, "Did you see that girl in the red dress?"

The cosplayers took the snow lion as the center and surrounded it with three floors inside and three floors outside. They all wanted to hug the snow lion, and there was a black, long and straight girl who was the most active. She was wearing a sailor suit with a flower collar that is common in anime. Her long black hair fell straight like a waterfall. The black short skirt and knee-length stockings set off the absolute domain in a particularly white way. She needed breasts and legs. Legs are considered to be of the highest quality among this group of coser girls. She giggled and hid in the snow lion, but she refused to let other girls hug it. Snow Lion narrowed his eyes, patted and touched her chest with a meat pad with a smirk on his face...

"I see, she's very cute, what's wrong with her?" Zhang Zian asked.

"The girl who wants to cosplay is a high-cold character!" Luo Qingyu said bitterly, "The kind of cold-faced and arrogant, do you understand? You don't pretend to be polite to anyone, but when you are alone, you have a certain kind of personality." A soft and fragile heart, what a huge contrast... ah... ah... ah..."

He hugged himself tightly with his hands, closed his eyes as if intoxicated, and trembled slightly like an electric shock, as if he was imagining holding that anime female character in his arms, comforting and pitying to his heart's content... Regardless of the weirdness of the church members gaze.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that Zhang Zian had retreated ten meters away from him, so he asked strangely: "Why are you running so far? Don't you feel the contrast between the praise and praise?"

"For you, I only offer one sentence - steamed goose heart in four fasting meals!" Zhang Zian complained mercilessly.

Luo Qingyu expressed that she was very hurt, "I am the active president of the photography club, not a dead house squatting in the dormitory all day long!"

However, Zhang Zian has already seen through everything!

"Stop pretending!" He said coldly, "Since you're a nerd, you should pay attention to the TPO principle!"

"What is the TPO principle?" Luo Qingyu asked blankly.

"Tiasion! Although this is a guideline for dressing, it also applies to homeboys like you!" Zhang Zian pointed out.

The so-called dead house is to expose the attributes of the house without looking at the time, the occasion, or the atmosphere.