On the way back from the world's weary, I can't figure it out more and more,

A good person, why did he suddenly change his face.

He was about to invite him to dinner, but his indifferent face was almost clearly written,

Get away.

misanthropic sneered, he is not a person who likes hot faces and cold butts, not rare, not rare.

The little white face is really a schizophrenic neurosis.

Qingliu sat in the waiting hall, still a while before the ticket check-in, and his eyes fell on his mobile phone.

Above is the group chat of the Myth Club.

Qingliu: Don't rush, I'm already in the waiting hall, and I'll be there in the evening.

Coach Myth: You take a picture of me, I've got to make sure [glare].

Mythic Coach: [Clear Stream's Mouth, Lying Ghost]

Clean:...... Bored.

Invincible Immortals: Bored? Liu'er you stretched out your right hand and touched your left chest, who said yesterday that he had gotten on the bus, and finally pigeoned us for a day???

Invincible Immortal: [Covering Chest] [Heartache]

Momo is not a social software: [Pain is just one word, I only say it once]

Clear stream: [Image .jpg]

Qingliu casually took a picture of the waiting hall and sent it to the group.

Result –

Invincible Immortal: Can you please take a selfie? Otherwise, how do you know if it's a proxy shot.

Clean:......

Qingliu had a cold face, and directly took a photo with the original camera and sent it to the group.

Qingliu: Okay?

Invincible Immortal: The Mythical Coach of the Prosperous Beauty of My Liu'er: Look at how real Qingliu is, it is the same as your circle of friends, I can't even recognize who the beautiful face is.

Momo is not a social software: the captain deserves to be the face of our myth [thumbs up] [face]

Qingliu glanced at the screen quietly and indifferently, expressing indifference to these unnutritious rainbow farts.

Invincible Immortal: Liu'er is in a bad mood today?

Qingliu: No.

Invincible Immortal: Okay, I know, it's just that I'm in a bad mood.

Clean:......

He exhaled in silence, feeling inexplicably irritable.

I can't put it into words, in short,

It's nerve-wracking.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at his phone, and the fairy sent a message again, and he clicked on it and looked at it.

Myths, immortals: harm, I don't understand, why such a handsome person also has troubles? [Image.jpg]

Here's how I sent the photo again.

At first, Qingliu didn't think there was anything wrong, and thought it was a fairy joking again.

Knowing that he noticed that something was wrong with the ID, and that the screen was scrolling rapidly.

SIS, Langlang:?

LJ, Yunfei: ?

SIS、SISTER:？

Myths, clips:?

Qingliu frowned, this is the official group of the alliance, and the idiot of the fairy actually sent his selfie to the official group,

is also accompanied by such a simple and critical text,

Qingliu's face was already thin, and Qingjun's white face quietly turned red.

In this group, there is also misanthropy.

SIS, ZERO: Oh, clear stream selfie? Save it first and lick the screen.

Dream flying, misanthropy: scumbag, are you neurotic? You lick the man, too.

Qingliu pursed his lips tightly, originally thought that he might have something to do without watching the group, but he had already seen it.

SIS AND ZERO: YOU CAN CONFESS TO MEN, WHY CAN'T I LICK IT?

SIS, BILLOW: LICK IT? [Dog's Head]

SIS, SISTER: CROOKED? Is Tian Tian there?

SIS、ZERO：…… Sister Da Qiao, I was wrong.

SIS, ZERO: [I'll kneel down for this abacus.] ]

Dreams flying, misanthropy: that's it? You can't.

SIS, ZERO: I can't, I'm not worthy of Qingliu.

Dream flying, world-weary: [dog head] [dog head] [dog head]

Qingliu stared at the three dog heads on the screen, probably not surfing often, so he couldn't understand what these three dog heads meant.

All in all, it doesn't look good.

[Myths, gods retract a message.] ]

Myths and immortals: Ahhh

Dreaming, misanthropy: Oh.

SIS, Langlang: Brother, you're done [candle].

SIS, SISTER: IF IT WERE ME, MY MENTALITY WOULD COLLAPSE, AND I WOULD HAVE TO BEAT THAT PERSON INTO A PIG'S HEAD [PIG'S NOSE]

Myths, immortals: I was wrong, forgive me.

Dreamy, misanthropy: you're ready to get him on your knees.

Dreamy, world-weary: he must be angry.

Mythology, clear stream: It's okay.

These two sentences came out at the same time, and the scene was a little awkward for a while.

One said he was angry, and the other immediately said it was okay.

Tut

You can feel bad through the screen.

But no one answered the phone later, so these two sentences hung up.

Qingliu's gaze fell on the screen, and he paused slightly.

SIS, ZERO: It is worthy of being a brother team, this tacit understanding, the hatred value of less than three years cannot be grinded.

Dreams flying, misanthropy: Get out.

Qingliu didn't speak again, turned off the screen of his mobile phone, and followed the flow of people into the car.

Whether it's appearance, character, ideas,

None of them are the same.

It's not suitable after all.

·

After a week of regular competition in the Western Region, the final points standings came out, and the team that ranked first overall was Dream Flying.

SIS haven't lost since then, except for a clean sheet on the first day, but for them, a point difference is a big gap.

SIS is a one-point difference in points and fell into second place.

Next up is the Eastern Conference match.

The location was set up in the blue market, so early in the morning, the sun had just broken through the clouds.

was called one by one by Manager Robb and urged them to get up.

The alliance has already booked tickets for them, advocating the alliance of going to bed early and getting up early, and very intimately booked a plane for them at half past nine in the morning.

So they were going to leave at eight o'clock.

This really stumped a group of teenagers who only got up at three o'clock in the morning.

Qiao Weitang couldn't get up, everything was packed up by Jiang Tong alone.

Ask her if she wants to bring any makeup and clothes.

Qiao Weitang buried her head in the pillow, her long black hair covered her white face, and replied vaguely,

"You can take your clothes, but you don't need cosmetics."

Jiang Tong: "...... Good. ”

After he packed his things, he saw that there was still time.

He lay on the edge of the bed, staring at the sleeping girl on the bed.

Stretched out her slender hand and gently pulled the hair from her face, revealing a white and delicate face.

Poke her in the face, a little soft.

"Jojo, get up."

The girl's curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't open her eyes, so she hummed softly.

Jiang Tong: "How can you sleep better than me?" ”

Qiao Weitang opened his eyes, moistened with a faint blurry water,

Reaching out and picking up the pillow, he smashed it on his face mercilessly.

"I don't have a lot of pressure in my heart!"

Her tone was fierce,

Jiang Tong took the pillow off his face, but he smiled in a good mood, and his low voice came out of his chest,

It is clearly worn to the ear, and it is different and sultry.

Qiao Weitang shrank his head into the quilt.

Don't listen or don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures.

The slender hands were as white as jade, rubbing her warm face with a slight coldness,

The voice is soft and coquettish, "I was wrong~"