Vol 5 Chapter 139: 139 Who is the first at hand speed (one more)

Chapter 139 Chapter 139
This toilet is at the end of the aisle. The entire aisle is long and only lights yellow.
I can almost hear even a slight dripping noise.
The lights are a bit dim, but the figures are clearly visible.
As Yang Fei's fan, how can Qiao Sheng not know Yang Fei?
Especially he didn't change his clothes, and he was still wearing the OST uniform.
And his opposite--
The girl slightly bowed her head, lazily leaning against the wall, her arms around her chest, her attitude was a bit careless, and she showed her cynical casualness.
On top of her head was the peaked cap, the brim was pressed down, and her eyes could not be seen at this angle, she could only see her white jaw.
Joe took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again.
The figure opposite Yang Fei was still there, and he was right.
The two seemed to be thinking about it and didn't notice that someone in the remote toilet would find it.
Qiao Sheng heard his very erratic voice: "Hey ... Hey sister."
The sound appeared suddenly.
Yang Fei's eyebrows were raised slightly, he turned to the side, looked at the direction of Qiao's voice, and saw that the eyebrows were wrinkled, and he looked at Qin Yue like a question.
Qin Yue turned his head and looked at Qiao Sheng's lightness.
Raised his chin at him again, begging him to stay where he was.
"I'm missing for a while," Qin Yue stood upright. "No one wants to see."
Yang Fei nodded, although regretted and disappointed, but said nothing because of Qiao Sheng's appearance, "then go back first."
Then he glanced at Qiao Sheng and nodded, "Hello, I'm Yang Fei."
Joe didn't respond.
Yang Fei went to the toilet.
Qin Yue took two steps forward. She slightly raised her hand, took off Qiao Sheng's hat, and knocked on his head. "You can wake up, boy."
Joe glanced at her quietly.
Open your mouth, just thinking about a belly.
Qin Yue threw the hat to him, walked out with one hand, interrupted him, and some cynical casually: "You are allowed to ask three questions."
With a full stomach, your Majesty, Qiao Sheng put on his hat and caught up; "You are familiar with Yang Shen and Yi Jiming?"
Qin Yue leaned sideways and glanced at Qiao Sheng, the smile on his mouth was lazy, as if Qiao Sheng asked a mentally retarded question, "Of course, next."
"Just ..." Qiao Sheng was despised and used to keep up with Qin Yun's pace and turned his head again. "The female player Yang Fei just said on the stage is you, not Meng Xinran, right?"
"Well." Qin Yun did not hide, she nodded generously, "the last one."
Asking the last question, Joe slowed down.
Qin Yue looked at him sideways and raised an eyebrow: "You said."
"That's ..." Qiao pursed his lips, and the whole passage was more than halfway. The echo was still obvious. He could clearly hear his voice: "Did you create the three cards of the OST team?"
Qin Yue gave a meal, she smiled, and was lazy, "Keen, boy."
Even if expected, Joe's voice still couldn't be recovered.
Anyone can create the character cards of Kyushu Tour, but few can create the cards.
The ace teams of all countries can hold the gods.
Because the card is about character design and the arrangement of multiple moves, the most important thing is that the card you create must be traceable, and you can find a trace, instead of sketching a character and giving him a skill.
Prior to this, everyone, including Qiao Sheng, felt that OST's Ace was created by a team.
It wasn't until last night that Qiao Sheng knew that it was created by the first generation of former OST players.
In fact, there are three fans of OST, Yang Fei's undefeated myth, OST's unrelenting momentum, and three major gods.
In particular, all fans know that the first two points are based on the three gods.
If they knew that all three cards were created by the same ...
That person was still Qin Yuan, Qiao Sheng expected that everyone must be crazy.
"After asking, let's go back." Qin Yue turned and continued to move forward.
"Do you still play games?" Qiao Sheng continued to catch up, asking in a low voice, his voice was clearly excited, "Will you still be on the stage with Yang Shen?"
"Whatever you hit, you have to go to the college entrance examination." Qin Yue said casually, "And, my hand speed is not high, 200 left hand right, you want me to be sprayed?"
Qiao Sheng: "..."

The two returned to Lu Zhaoying and Xu Yaoguang to them.
When returning, Lu Zhaoying was chatting with a fan head of Yang Fei, and he also took a support hat from her.
They stood on the aisle of the aisle, and the position was below the aisle. Meng Xinran stood in place, and the three boys standing beside her stood with their heads upright.
Because the director just gave Meng Xinran a shot, someone recognized her and waited.
A bit noisy, Qin Hui put on the headset and put the phone in his jacket pocket.
"Gone." She held a railing in her hand and watched Lu Zhaoying.
The boys in Class 9 were picking up the railings, wanted to wait for Yang Feng, shook his head, and didn't plan to leave.
Qiao Sheng put his hand on the railing and smiled inexplicably. "Don't wait, Yang Shen won't go to Meng Xinran."
A boy paused, then looked up: "Qiao Sheng I know you are jealous of Meng Xinran, needless to say, I understand."
Lu Zhaoying hesitantly glanced at Meng Xinran's direction. After thinking about it, he still planned to leave with Qin Yue first.
"This is for you," he again handed the support hat from the fan to Qin Hui, and pointed to her head again, "the one on your head is too old, replace it with a new one."
"I won't change," Qin said, pressing his hat on his head with his hand, and said quietly, "I miss the old."
"Okay." Lu Zhaoying didn't care too much, and left the hat himself.
Xu Yaoguang has no interest in these.
He didn't wear a response cap, he just took out his mobile phone and talked to Qiao Sheng. "The ticket is here, I will go home first."
The tone was calm as always.
Qiao Sheng knew that he was talking about a ticket sent by Qin Yu, nodded, and waved him away.
Xu Yaoguang thought about it and said to Lu Zhaoying again.
Lu Zhaoying waved his hands at will.
Qiao Sheng knew Lu Zhaoying, but the others in the ninth class didn't know it. He was very curious to see Xu Yaoguang saying hello to Lu Zhaoying.
Passing by Qin Yuan, without squinting.
Qiao Sheng saw this scene for a moment, and paused: Xu Shao, did you know that this one in front of you is the creator of your god!

It's already seven o'clock after coming out.
Still Cheng Cheng came to pick them up.
Back in the villa, the housekeeper Cheng had taken the time to bring all the dishes up.
Cheng Yi put his hands on the table, half-sided his body, and asked casually, "Is there any plan to go to Beijing in the near future?"
Lu Zhaoying ate on Weibo while eating Weibo. He heard this and held his hand.
Unbelievably looked up at Cheng Yi.
Grandpa, are you crazy? !!
People are still in high school, and you are blatantly skipping school? !!
Cheng Yan looked up and looked at him.
The steward Cheng, who was on the sidelines and on call, also looked at Cheng Yi with a lot of words.
Then frowned slightly and looked at Qin Yuan.
Finally sigh.
"There is something, I haven't figured it out yet." Qin Yun was very irritable thinking about the ticket that Chen Shulan gave her.
She lowered her eyebrows, and her eyebrows were cold and dry. Lu Zhaoying persuaded when she saw them, and did not dare to mention it.
After eating, Qin Wei will continue to return to Class Nine, saying that he has to study by himself.
On Saturday, the ninth class came together. Basically, there were no homework assignments to discuss watching the exhibition match today.
Qin Yue sat on his stool, leaning lazily against the wall, put on his headphones impatiently, took out the copybook and started practicing.
"Well, do you sign up for a Weibo?" Lin Siran came over. "Let's talk to each other. I heard that Meng Xinran has two million followers."
Because Meng Xinran was cueed by Yang Fei today, Yang Fei's fans are comparable to the second-line peak traffic and directly touched Meng Xinran's Weibo.
An "I have" was swallowed by her, and she remembered that she hadn't told Lin Siran.
"Trouble," she whispered, and then wrote slowly.
Lin Siran held her chin and looked at her, "I help you register, your life is like an old man!"
Before this mobile phone number was registered, Qin Yue casually threw the phone to Lin Siran, and the words he practiced kept saying: "Do it yourself."
Lin Siran took Qin Qiao's mobile phone happily and found that when he touched the phone, he unlocked it automatically.
She was anxious about Weibo, didn't think too much, and quickly downloaded a Weibo and registered.
When thinking of the name, Lin Siran bit his finger and registered a Weibo account-qr.
Qin Hui seems to like this style quite a bit.
In less than one night, there were less than ten powders. Except for the zombie powder, it was Lin Siran. Compared with Meng Xinran's two million army, it was the mosquito legs.

In the evening, study by yourself next night.
Qin Yue took a bath, and she wore a long dress. She brushed her hair and came out, remembering something, and said to Lin Siran, "The game character was sent to you."
Lin Siran immediately boarded the game and received three emails in the game mailbox.
Qin Hui sent her three characters, an elderly person, an elderly person with a snake head, and a female character she had seen last time.
The first two characters are not good-looking, and the females in the back are dressed in fairy-like clothes. Lin Siran likes them very much.
I also took this character card and played a copy of the game.
After playing a round, the person in the copy of the game just added her friend crazy.
Also spoke.
This game is speech capable.
"Well, this game has a lot of ai. I am just a newcomer. How could there be so many people add my friends and give me a voice." Copy.
Like a broken bamboo.
Qin Wei rubbed his hair in a slow and unhurried manner, and Lin Siran said "indifferently".
She touched the pocket of the clothes she had changed today, and found two tickets, and then she clipped it to the original book.

Qiao Sheng bedroom, he was watching the class group, followed the group to follow Qin Wei's Weibo.
[He Wen]: Today is a lemon essence.JPG
[Xia Fei]: Meng Xinran has 2.1 million fans!
Everyone else felt terrible. The nineth class had nothing to do with Meng Xinran, but it was really sour at the moment.
Before that, Meng Xinranfei fans were only 1.2 million, and most of them bought zombie powder.
One hundred thousand live powder was grown in one night.
Qiao Sheng clicked into the link and saw the Weibo headline at a glance—
[E-sports star Yangshen said at this afternoon ’s open game that he liked a teammate very much, and also enjoyed playing games with each other with an ambiguous tone.
There are few female players in e-sports. Only OST has one. The editor found her Weibo. She was the talented speeder @OST 孟 心 然 who came on the bench last time!
Meng Xinran, who joined the OST team a year ago, is a very potential horror player. His hand speed exceeds Yi Jiming ...]
Joe slammed his phone.
In addition to those brushed by the fans themselves, someone must have bought them inside.
Qiao Sheng knew that Yang Fei was not talking about Meng Xinran today. The Yunguang Consortium about Qin Yun's affairs must know that OST and Yunguang Consortium would not buy this popularity.
Buying this heat is definitely Meng Xinran.
Qiao Sheng was suffocating, but there was no other way. What should he do? He sent a Weibo to say that Yang Fei was not talking about Meng Xin but Qin Ming?
With so many Weibo sprays, I don't know how many people came to Hei Qinyu because of this.

Lin family, Meng Xinran did not wait for Yang Fei in the exhibition match.
She estimated that Yang Fei avoided other fans and didn't care.
Zhang Ye brought tea to several people sitting in the living room.
Ning Qing, holding two tickets, was telling Lin Qi about going to Beijing.
"Miss Piao has raised 900,000 followers and more than 100,000 comments on Weibo today." Zhang Huan has been following Meng Xinran's Weibo and lip smiled.
Meng Xinran smiled indifferently, "It's all the light of Shenyang God, uncle, I went upstairs to sleep."
Lin Qi bowed his head.
When Meng Xinran went upstairs, he asked Zhang Ye Meng Xinran about Weibo.
The family watched for a while, and Lin Qi sighed.
This heat is comparable to third-tier stars.
"Yes, Miss Watch is famous now." Zhang Ye smiled.
Ning Qing looked at the Qin language ticket in her hand, and was slightly relieved.
The popularity of Weibo has always been high.
Until someone Sunday night, someone scraped out a post on the official website-
Screenshot post and leave a message-
[OST never announced the hand speed ranking, but I remember Yang Shen himself said that he was only the second, so will this first be ...]
Here comes the rhythm. On Sunday night, Hot Search is the first.
Monday morning.
Meng Xinran stepped into the school.
The bridge of the nose is covered with wide sunglasses. From her to the first class, everyone was watching her along the way, and boldly came forward to ask her about the "yang god".
Meng Xinran was as arrogant as ever, without saying a word.

Class nine.
Qin Yuan did not sleep well the night before, and she was lazily leaning at the table, took out her language books, and looked very irritable.
When the phone rang, it was Yang Fei's WeChat, asking if she had a Weibo.
Qin Yan looked at it, too lazy to talk nonsense, and threw the trumpet directly.

Ah ah ah hope there is room for time still, give me enough time for me to write quietly (ㄒ o ㄒ)
(End of this chapter)