"I want to get all his information and contact information within three minutes."

"Woohoo ... I'm in love."

Relying on the loud voice of others, everyone did not deliberately suppress their own voice. She shot her thighs with excitement, and the action of holding a mobile phone on my hand did not stop.

Shanqi wiped a sweat, the playground was very large, and it was designed according to the normal football field. Two times running back and forth were enough to sweat, not to mention that he had a ball along the way, and he was a spatula. Shooting is naturally tired.

Just such a simple game, unknowingly passed in the running and sweaty sweat.

Shan Qiyu waved his hand, rejected Mao Junyu's suggestion to continue the game, and turned to find the same table to play.

Seeing him over, Qin Yimu covered his hand and handed him his water to him.

As soon as finished exercising, was dry and dry, but saw the bottle of water without hungry tigers, but turned around and leaned on Qin Yimu's shoulders.

"At the same table, I can't raise my hand tiredly." Shan Qiyu's words were somewhat stuffy with a strong nasal sound.

Mao Junyu hung two paper towels on his neck and came over and happened to hear this sentence.

Can't lift your hand?

What, do you play football with your hands?

Why don't you say that his foot hurts him to rub you?

Qin Yimu is stupid and believes in your fake lie!

Shan Qi snorted, ignoring his provocation.

Then, Mao Junyu watched it, Qin Yimu did not even verify the authenticity of this sentence, and directly opened the bottle cap to send it to Shan Qiyu's mouth.

Shan Qi smiled, stunned on his shoulder, and drank two sips with Qin Yimu's hand.

Mao Junyu: "..."

One day, I can't go to this learning!

The weather was hot, and the single chess was running back and jumped back. He was all hot. He leaned on Qin Yimu for a long time and did not slow down. He simply sat up and wanted to pour the water into his head. Here, I saw Qin Yimu's shoulder obvious ...

"Ahem." Shan Qi shook his hand holding the bottle twice, almost lost his hand and lost the bottle, "the same table ..."

Qin Yimu looked at him sideways.

Shan Qi pursed his lips, and his fingers pointed at the position of his shoulder carefully, "That ... stain your clothes."

Hearing the words, Qin Yimu glanced at him.

White clothes are obvious, unlike other colors.

The school uniform itself is a white base shirt, so that these seals can't hide.

Shan Qi has a lot of trouble, but every time I perfectly solve the things that make trouble, naturally I will not push off their responsibilities. Isn't the clothes dirty? Would you like to take me back, wash it out and return you. "

"Need not."

"Don't be polite, I will go back to wash, and never break you."

"Do not."

"Hey, do you care about it with me?"

"..."

Mao Junyu sat aside and watched the two of them say me a word, just a school uniform?

Take it back to wash.

Qiye, do you forget, fight in junior high school, only one sleeve left in the school uniform, and finally do not want to be deducted. In three years of junior high school, he uses the sleeve as a sleeve belt?

Why do you still care about the previous school uniform?

And it ’s enough to change the washing. Is it enough?

Thinking about it this way, Mao Junyu had a weird sense of strangeness, which was inexplicable. He was trying to talk about this problem, and suddenly he stunned!

its not right.

No right, no.

Where did I see this picture?

Legendary President of youth and blood president sweet little white text? Intersection Intersection

Are the hostess so so the male lead clothes?

Alas.

I didn't expect you to be such a seventh master!

Mao Junyu couldn't help but patted his shoulder, and gave him a thumbs up when he twisted his head.

Shan Qi: "???"

What's the meaning?

Mao Junyu thought that he had a heart to lead the gods and had no intention of explaining. "Come on, I am optimistic about you."

Single chess is confused.

It happened that at this time the get out of class bell rang, Qin Yimu put the book and water on the legs of the single chess, and got up in another direction of the teaching building.

Shan Qi hugged the book and asked quickly, "Why are you going at the same table?"

There are a lot of people on the playground, and this sentence is immediately drowned in the noise of everyone.

Another time, the same table was gone.

Shan Qi was helpless, he could only hold the book and return to class with Mao Junyu first.

Qin Yimu was not there. Mao Junyu couldn't bear the mood of his gossip. When he went up the stairs, he couldn't help asking: "Qiye, you and Qin Yimu are ... that?"

"What?" Shan Qiyu's mind was not here. He heard the words subconsciously and reacted again.

"No? Why are your feelings so good?" Mao Junyu scratched the place where he was beaten, "Also help you pick it up."

"What chalk?" Shan Qizhen felt that he couldn't understand Mao Junyu.

After a while, it will be a chalk again.

"You can tell clearly at one time ..." However, when it comes to chalk heads, there are indeed three or four in Qin Yimu.

They are all broken chalk heads.

"Wait" Shan Qi realized something, "You mean, Qin Yimu helped me pick up the pens."

"Yeah." Mao Junyu said: "The teacher lost several chalk heads, and no one hit you."

Mao Junyu recalled the picture, and couldn't help but sigh: "Really, it's too handsome, that is like cooperating with the teacher, throwing one by one, not to mention the tacit understanding."

The little chalk was。.

The teacher was aimed at the loss at will, and then Qin Yimu moved his fingertips. He didn't see how to move carefully, so he caught it.