The social progress of mankind lies in the rebellion against an unjust fate.

And the improvement of Qiao Weitang's quality of life lies in taking a few rookie teammates to be tough.

She, a weak woman, how should she take them all the way to the peak of life.

Life is too hard.

A good elevator, don't come when it's time to come, you have to wait until the opposite skill is aligned with the big move circle, and then pass it over one by one to save grandpa.

Grandpa cried and said, I don't have an unfilial grandson like you.

He Hui began, "What kind of outlaw hearse is this, Da Qiao, will you enlarge it?" ”

Expected, expected.

Qiao Weitang's big Qiao has changed from predicting the opposite position to predicting the movement of his teammates.

Orphans who don't enter the circle, give me home!

Zoom in and pass it back, hit it with full blood, and have a full score for endurance.

In the end, he barely managed to win.

Physically and mentally exhausted.

"Okay, let's congratulate the peerless master team! Successfully promoted! ”

He Hui had a myocardial infarction record, and her face was spread out like a palette.

Four points of purity, three points of weakness, and three points of "grievances".

Pulled Fan Zhouqing's sleeve and tugged,

"I'm sorry husband, I seem to have some pitfalls, mainly because I didn't help protect me, so my record is not good."

Qiao Weitang couldn't help but applaud, master.

Fan Zhouqing comforted He Hui, "It's okay, it's okay, Da Qiao is more crispy, and it's not meat in the first place." ”

Zhuang Xin seemed to faintly notice something, and said, "Just win." ”

"Needless to say," Qiao Weitang nodded, and said in their puzzled gaze, "Assist you with Tiantian, and I'll play the middle lane." ”

In order to build a harmonious society, and to soothe their own dull braincase.

Qiao Weitang admits defeat.

Sorry, but I can't help it.

He Hui almost cried pear blossom with rain, pointed to her nose and complained to her, "Are you disgusting me?" Is it humiliating me? ”

This is still on the stage, the chrysanthemum next door is broken and the boulder, although I lost the game, but the good mood has begun to sing.

"For all the pain of love attachment, for all the pain of hatred and attachment~"

"I can't tell the difference between love and hate, whether it's like this~"

Dude, wake up, this is not a family ethics drama with a large kicking scumbag tearing up the white lotus.

Fan Zhouqing pulled He Hui and said to them, "Let's step down first and go down to discuss." ”

At this time, the host also put away his eyes that were ready to watch a good show, "Let's invite the last two teams, respectively, known numbers and national first love." ”

"Whoa!!"

The audience instantly cheered.

Qiao Weitang slowly took his mobile phone, turned around and stepped off the stage, several girls passed by him, and a dizzying aroma rushed to his head.

Emma, it tastes good.

A pair of black and white canvas shoes in front of him, clean and spotless, Qiao Weitang slowly raised his eyes, his eyes locked on the waist of the boy in front of him, and the folds of the loose T-shirt were curvature.

His low magnetic voice is as pure as flowing water.

"The elevator is terrifying, it's a good fight."

No wonder this small waist is so familiar, it turned out to be this dog thing.

"You and ......" Qiao Weitang was almost about to spit out the fragrance in his mouth, and was choked back by his next sentence.

"Eh, it's not our students who will be disqualified from the competition."

There was a sparkling smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

Qiao Weitang's slender snow-white long arms stretched out, hooked his neck directly, and smiled, "Dog, you also came to participate, what a coincidence." ”