Ming Yuyan......

I didn't expect him to play the game, but it wasn't bad at all.

Clicking into the personal record, she looked at the id with an MPV value close to the full score and unconsciously started to be stunned.

It seemed that the scene of him killing three people in a row to rescue himself flashed in front of him, as well as the "don't move" that was a clear and implicit warning, but unexpectedly tugged at the heartstrings......

My heart seemed to be pounding again.

"Ahhh She suddenly threw away her phone and tossed and turned on the bed in a broken down, "Bu Yanxi! What are you thinking! What about being good at gaming? What about a good sound? Is his grade as good as yours? Is your bearing as big? He's a teenager addicted to the Internet who has abandoned his studies! ”

After venting for a while, the charming feeling in my heart gradually faded.

She sat up and found that Wu Yueyao had sent a few more QQ messages.

[Okay, let's go eat first [cute]]

[Anyway, the eldest young master is really strong when he plays games...... I just looked at his point of view, and the operation is called a 6! 】

[You said that others are handsome, forget it, the game is still playing well, I almost screamed just now~]

Anthomaniac.

Bu Yanxi pursed her lips, refusing to admit her gaffe just now.

[Cut~ There are more boys who play well in the game, and he is just so-so. 】

[Besides, I don't think he's handsome at all.] 】

She typed stubbornly—

[You're having fun, I'll go read the book.] 】

Then he put down his phone, got up and got out of bed.

Lifting the goose down curtain in front of the bay window, the rain outside has stopped, the dark night is lower, and a thin dark fog seeps through the intersection of the sky and neon lights, and the upper floors of the eighteenth floor are more and more depressed and suffocating.

Bu Yanxi's grandmother is a famous philosopher and writer, and she was exposed to it when she was a child, and she has some literary and artistic cells in her bones.

She suddenly didn't want to move, reached out and took a book from the shelf, and just leaned against the window lattice, slowly flipping through it.

- I looked at her, and looked and looked. For a lifetime, wholeheartedly. I love her the most, for sure, as surely as I am going to die. The flower demon girl of the day is now only left with dead leaves to return to her hometown. But I love her. She can fade, she can wither, she can do anything. But I only need to look at her, and all kinds of tenderness wells up in my heart.

When her mind settled, she tore off a piece of paper from her notebook on a whim and carefully plucked off this beautiful text.

Then look at the light and shadow that flashes alternately outside the window, think about nothing, and quietly feel the beauty brought by tranquility.

This tranquil and wonderful mood lasted until noon the next day.

After lunch, her friend entered the office in a hurry, and she returned to the class with Liu Xiang by the way.

The representative of the math class was not in the classroom, so she sent her homework locally, but when she saw the homework book with the name of [Ming Yuyan] written on it, she put it at the bottom.