"Then I'll go first." Uncle Wang took out the sweat towel in his pocket and wiped his sweat, greeted Su Miao and left quickly.

Su Miao closed the door and turned on the headlights in the living room. With a click, a soft yellow light shone on the stacks of books wrapped in brown paper.

I took out the scissors from the drawer under the coffee table, and began to squat and slowly unwrap along the wrapper.

Suddenly, the phone buzzed and vibrate. Su Miao glanced up at the table, and then walked over with scissors.

It's Lin Miao's news.

[Lin Miao: Serving soup? 】

Seeing these concise and concise words, Su Miao licked her lips, and then replied: I'm too busy to cook.

After sending the message, I didn't wait for a reply. Su Miao quickly looked at her phone and walked towards the position she had just squatted down again.

Although it is only unpacking, the workload is slightly larger because of the quantity.

It took nearly twenty minutes just to squat down and move.

The floor was littered with dismantled brown paper, as well as some stiff white straps.

Su Miao put her left hand on a stack of book covers, her fingers moved slightly and flipped through it, and she felt a dizziness just as she was about to get up.

But fortunately, this feeling was completely eliminated after Su Miao closed her eyes and calmed down for two or three seconds.

"It looks like we have to have breakfast..."Su Miao frowned and muttered.

Coming to the edge of the sofa, Su Miao half-lay on the edge of the sofa and took a sip of water, and the mobile phone buzzed again.

[Lin Miao: The coach asked if you needed help. 】

Seeing this news, Su Miao tilted her head, and returned her refusal in a blink of an eye.

There are two reasons for this.

The first is that this kind of training period makes the pros spend their energy on work, which is not embarrassing.

The second is: Lin Miao will come over nine times out of ten.... She hadn't digested what had happened last night, and she was even more embarrassed.

(Author: You weren't like this before)

Reply to the message in the past, and rarely reply to the opposite side in seconds.

[Lin Miao: Oh. In the evening we had a break for the barbecue party. Want to come? 】

Seeing this invitation, Su Miao hesitated slightly, and her fingers tapped on the keyboard of her mobile phone but still couldn't send it out.

Immediately afterwards, I saw another sentence pop up on the other side of the screen.

[Lin Miao: My uncle just called me and told you to take a photo with me and send the photo back. They print the album and are still missing the location of a photo. 】

Seeing this news, Su Miao raised her eyebrows, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

[Su Miao: Okay. I came over that night. 】

Sending the message, Su Miao was in a good mood instantly.

Sure enough, a mentor is a mentor, and assists are always dripping gods.

**

At this time, the PUFF base -

Seeing the message on the mobile phone screen that was finally replied to readily, Lin Miao raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Gu Feng on the side turned his head to look at Lin Miao with a strange expression on his mobile phone, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Miao, what are you looking at?" ”

As soon as the words came out, Lin Miao's expression was instantly cold, and he turned his head to look at Gu Feng, with a feeling of eight hundred meters of ice in his eyes, and lowered his head slightly to turn off his mobile phone, "Look at Weibo." ”

"Weibo...."Gu Feng thoughtfully glanced at the mobile phone that was deliberately turned off, with a hint of a wicked smile in his eyes, and said in a low volume: "It's all men, you don't need to hide..."

"What did you say?" Lin Miao listened to the indistinct voice next to him, and shook his eyes again.

"No... It's nothing. Gu Feng received the signal and immediately shrank his neck and turned his head back to the screen.

The noon training was about to end, and Zheng Xiayang was sitting on the table next to him with his abacus and settling the accounts. Counting it, my face stinks.

When Wu wanted to sit back on the side, he got a look from Zheng Xiayang.

"Why are you staring at me?" Wu Xiang was drinking water, and found that Zheng Xiayang's expression was not right at the moment, and he didn't dare to take another sip of water.

"Did you secretly buy them stuff again?" Zheng Xiayang frowned, his eyes exuded the light of a Sherlock Holmes detective, and he gritted his teeth as if he was about to pinch off the pen in his hand.

Zheng Xiayang's inquiry made Wu Xiang blink his eyes, after putting the water cup on the table, he held the water cup with both hands, his eyes were a little dodgy, and after a few seconds, he smiled as if he wanted to cover something, and said a little unjustifiably: "Oops." It's not like I'm doing something for the event. Finally, there was an event, and I was a little more prepared for the materials and something. ”

"A little?" Zheng Xiayang's eyes were glowing with cold light, and the deepest part of his eyes revealed a sense of anger that Mr. Accounting did not fight in the face of his own loser.

"Really... A little bit. Don't be angry, don't be angry. It's not like it's not much of a budget. Wu Xiang turned his head slowly, the corners of his mouth widened, and his left hand lightly touched Zheng Xiayang's arm and pinched it.

"Huh. As far as you look like a loser here, no wonder no woman wants to follow you. Zheng Xiayang saw that Wu wanted to repeat his old tricks, but he didn't buy it, so he turned his head and started the classic poisonous tongue.

Wu Xiang heard the sound and continued to laugh, "Yes, yes, yes." So it's not like you've always been there. If you want a woman, you're enough. ”

"Get out." Zheng Xiayang heard the words of disgust, pulled the calculator next to him in his hand, and continued to hold the pen in his right hand to calculate the accounts.

Seeing that Zheng Xiayang ignored people, Wu Xiang withdrew his hand and raised his head, and glanced at the people who were still in full swing to find their feelings, tilted his head and stretched his neck to look at Lin Miao, who was sitting upright, and said in a throat: "Lin Miao, that, call Su Miao for the night thing." ”

Lin Miao raised his eyes when he heard this, and said in a cold voice: "Got it." ”

"What do you think Su likes to eat?" As soon as the words fell, Liu Qian started the conversation.

Shang Qian, who was sitting on the side, stared at the constantly moving hostile hero in the video, and replied casually: "This girl doesn't usually like to eat some sour and spicy things." Last time, I watched Su Writer eat that pineapple ancient meat, and I liked it a lot. ”

"I'm referring to tonight's barbecue party, what ingredients does Su likes to eat." When Liu Qian heard this, he immediately said again.

"According to my observations, Su writer has no taboos." Gu Feng heard the conversation between the two and raised his head to open his voice.

When Qi Shen heard this, he sighed, his eyes turned his head with a smile, "Gu Feng, you said that it would be good if you observed so carefully when you reviewed." ”

"Talking about food. Can you not spoil the fun. When Gu Feng heard this, he pursed his mouth and went back.

During the discussion of several people, the kill mark kept popping up on Lin Miao's screen, and it was not until the fifth person was killed that the strength of Lin Miao's shoulder was slightly relaxed.

"Lin Miao, what do you say Writer Su likes to eat? Or, you ask? At this time, the voice of Shang Qian came to my ears.

Lin Miao frowned when he heard this, and after pressing the button to return to the city, he raised his head and glanced left and right at the person next to him, slightly carelessly: "Wait a while." ”

Hearing Lin Miao's reply, Shang Qian's eyes flashed slightly, he held the mouse in his right hand and shook it, exited the game logo on the screen, raised his eyebrows and raised his voice and turned his head to look at Wu Xiang, "Coach." Do you want to ask Su what writer likes to eat first? ”

Wu Xiang raised his head when he heard the voice, put his left hand on the table and was about to make a sound, when he saw Lin Miao stand up suddenly.

"I'll go." I only heard him look at him indifferently, and spit out two words from his mouth.