National School Prince Is A Girl

The love brought by the big brokers stayed up late, and the success caused a mourning.

But it is really good for the body.

According to him, it is a porridge with celery leaves and spinach leaves, and there is a stew of mint leaves.

Fu Jiu listened to the formula and felt that it was necessary to let Fengyi stay away from the kitchen.

"Block your baby, and then stop your brother and hear it."

Feng Shanggang was forced to finish the porridge by his brother, and said with a bitter gourd: "Block, can't stop, he, he likes to cook."

Fu Jiu: ... An e-sports broker actually likes to cook, mainly to make things so unpleasant, what do you like to cook!

I am very confident that I am "I am very good."

Fu Jiu Xin said that he really did not eat dead.

However, the forest wind response is relatively large, just rushed into the bathroom after drinking.

Only the great **** can survive, he only said three words to Feng Yi: "My stomach hurts."

Feng Yi’s expression at the time was a bit unspeakable, shameless, shameless, an excuse to use so many times!

The Qin desert is full of the appearance of the gas field, and it is very quiet.

Feng Yi feels that the **** is really shameless, and he does not say anything. He started to talk about the key points coming here today: "The second game of the regional competition will begin tomorrow afternoon. This time there is no rest time, even the axis. In addition to testing everyone's technology. In addition, there are also requirements for physical strength. In order to avoid inflammation of the eyes, in addition to the commonly used drugs, I will follow you and cook porridge for you personally. As for the others, I believe that you have heard about this Xiangnan from the fat man. The record, there are two main forces have not played, the little spades and Qin Shao best to play as little as possible, as a secret weapon, to stay in the national competition, to deal with Shonan, because no one knows the full lineup of Shonan, in the end is amazing What is the point."

"Occasionally, idols and Qin gods don't, don't play?" Feng Shang worried about the question: "Yes, what if we lose?"

Feng Yi looked at his brother and said: "If you lose this, then we can't win in the national competition."

"Good." Fu Jiuyin's voice was clear, and he grabbed his trouser pocket with one hand and stood up with a smile.

Feng Yi knows that Fu Jiu understands what he means.

The reason is very simple.

Even if there is a master in the regional competition, it can be said that this is just a regional match.

Many teams have left their strengths to the national competition.

For example, Shonan.

It won the top three in the regional competition without the main force.

If the League of Nations does not have Fu Jiu and Qin Mo will lose.

That difference is already obvious.

I really don't have to go to any national competition.

Everyone thinks about this relationship.

Especially Yunhu, as smart as him, but with the blood of the soldiers: "Reassured, we can win."

"Yunhu said it right." Feng Yi took a suit jacket: "The regional competition is more than the anniversary of the Dimension. I have already bought the tickets for the ski resort, and the hotel suite. If the win is beautiful, this year we will In the hot spring villas, there are masquerades that you are looking forward to."

The team members were excited when they heard the words of the masquerade.

Only one person, Lin Feng did not know what he was thinking, and said with one hand, he said: "This year's draw, you must not draw another sign!"

“The masquerade will have to draw lots?” Fu Jiu picked up his brow.

Lin Feng just wanted to pull the boy to say something.

The Qin desert suddenly flashed, and the young man’s collar was smashed, and the voice was faint: “Continue to practice your hand speed.”

In this way, Lin Feng’s “focus on lottery” about the masquerade did not convey success...