Chapter 100: Xueji school grass too overbearing 7

When Song Wen heard Gu Cheng’s words, he did not dare to extend a hand and pointed at Gu Cheng. He trembled and shook for a long time. He said with distress: "I will treat you as a friend and entrust my most precious heritage. Give you……"
"puff!"
This is that Azhao did not hold back, and broke the sound of laughter.
She smiled and looked at Song Wen: "You usually do that..."
She thought about it and couldn't come up with a suitable adjective.
Song Wen helped the glasses and looked at A Zhao. He said with emotion: "Tang Zhao, you don't understand this. Life needs art to know. The life of the school has been so difficult. If I don't give myself some fun, life. How boring it is."
A Zhao looked at the two men and raised the book in his hand: "I feel that your life is boring because it is too unfocused to learn."
Song Wen looked at her five-year college entrance examination for three years, and her feelings were extremely painful: "If you choose one between learning and death, I ask for direct death!"
Azhao: "..."
Well, she really doesn't understand the world of slag.
When she looked at Gu Cheng, she found out that this person was playing a mobile game.
She asked: "What are you playing?"
Gu Cheng didn't have time to look up, and his fingers moved fast on the keyboard.
Song Wen said on the side: "The hottest mobile game in the current game, students like you are definitely not understanding, I will tell you..."
"What is the name, can you teach me to play?" Azhao took out the phone.
Song Wen is different: "Hey? You want to play?"
Azhao nodded.
Song Wenzheng was going to tell her, and shook his head again: "No, no, you should study hard, what kind of game do you play with us?"
He shouted: "If I am told by Lao Kai that I play games with my new classmates, I may not see the sun next week."
Gu Cheng, who took the opposite of the two heads, was idle at the side: "The weather forecast says that there will be continuous rain next week, and you will definitely not see the sun next week."
Song Wen: "..."
He was sorrowful and angry: "Can you give me a face to my brother before the new classmate?"
Gu Cheng: "Face? What stuff? Have you ever?"
Song Wen: "..."
He glanced at it and saw a familiar icon on the screen of Azhao's mobile phone.
"You just downloaded it? How do you know what we are playing?"
Azhao calmly pointed to Gu Cheng: "There are screens."
The registration step is not very complicated, and Azhao definitely created an account for himself.
She is not in a hurry to play, but has seen several newbie tutorials and strategies.
Song Wen was stunned by her game addiction, and she didn't have a mobile phone. She could only look at the side and said, "Would you like me to teach you to play?"
Azhao nodded.
"You play a single player mode first."
Azhao points in.
Soon, the voices of Song Wen and A Zhao sounded in the classroom:
"Skills, put skills!"
"You can't go there and know, run, run... I am dead again."
"Yes, that's it, yin and death!"
"So? Hey, I understand..."
"..."
The action on Gu Cheng’s hand suddenly stopped.
He looked up and looked at the two people sitting in front.
Because one is playing a guide, the two are very close. From his point of view, they can only see two heads that are about to get together. One thinks of a word:
Intimate.
"Mosquitoes, transfer students."
A Zhao just found a little feeling, followed by the voice of Gu Cheng.