And it's a man.

Fan Mo paused to eat, raised his head and looked at the burning place of his gaze.

The moment he saw him, the corners of Fan Mo's mouth rose, revealing a ruffian smile.

The breath of life on his body erupted.

Everyone present could feel a heart-warming pleasure.

It turns out that a handsome guy will feel like this when he laughs.

"Fan Xiaomo Fan Xiaomo, hurry up, we're almost late." An Ziyan didn't know what happened when he was eating, but he just raised his head and looked at it, anxious.

"Oh, got it." Fan Xiaomo's casual attitude, An Ziyan didn't feel anything, looked at his watch, and shouted: "It's over, today is Desperate Zhang's class, let's go." An Ziyan picked up Fan Mo and ran.

Su Ye's faint gaze stayed on a jade pendant on the palm of his hand.

This was given to him by Fan Mo at a certain time.

Su Ye found that this jade pendant could suppress the mysterious power on his body, so he accepted it.

This is also the reason why he didn't do any harm to Fan Mo.

However, An Ziyan pulled Fan Mo and ran to the fourth teaching building, the sixth floor, and when he was in class F, Zhang was already on roll call.

Everyone was sitting upright.

Suddenly, two people appeared at the door.

One they know.

Another: "Whoa." ”

"The new male god who appeared on campus."

"That's handsome."

Desperate Zhang, patted the blackboard hard to erase, "Quiet, quiet." The sharp eyes swept over, and they all looked like little chicks. I didn't dare to say a word.

"Why are you late?" A cold and indifferent voice came, An Ziyan just wanted to speak, but was preempted by Fan Mo, Fan Mo hooked his lips and said: "I dreamed when I went to bed yesterday, and I dreamed that you were listening to the lecture too much, so I came late." ”

This is the rhythm of what it should be, alas...... Authentic.

Desperate Zhang: "......"

An Ziyan: "......"

Class: "......"

In the face of the pretending of the seniors, there is something to say below.

My mother asked me why I was kneeling to watch the play?

That's an excuse.

This is the knee you want, please put it away.

This sudden pretense caught us off guard.

Desperate Zhang, there was a moment of speechlessness in his mind: "......" What do you do?

"Ahem, who are you?"

Fan Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "Fan Mo." ”

Desperate Zhang: "......" What are you doing? Did you go for plastic surgery? But it's really like him.

An Ziyan quietly loaded quails next to Fan Mo.

Class: "......"

Just a moment of silence.

"What do you say, what's your name?"

"You're not mistaken!"

"Who is it? Fan Mo? ”

"It's raining red? Did Fan Mo go to plastic surgery? ”

"Male god, tell me what your name is?"

Desperate Zhang roared angrily: "What are you called, quiet me down, or let you go down to the playground and run ten laps." ”

But Desperate Zhang's words didn't work.

"Tell me quickly?"

"You're not Fan Mo."

An Ziyan came to play the original scene at this time: "That, that, he is really Fan Mo, but he used to think that this appearance was too high-profile, so he covered it up." ”

The class fell silent again.

"Damn."

"The male god that Lao Tzu just powdered was destroyed by the male god himself."

"Groove Groove Groove ......"

Desperate Zhang also spoke up at this time: "You give Lao Tzu 20 laps down and then go to class." ”

Turning his head to look at Fan Mo, he said coldly: "No matter who you are, being late is a penalty of running 50 laps of the playground if you are late." ”

And then see as everyone is indifferent.

"Don't go yet." Desperate Zhang shouted.