Chapter 8: The Male God Is Downstairs!

"Simple, hello, my name is Yu Qian!"

The girl who wore the mask had already taken the mask off, her eyebrows were clear, and she was smiling at her.

"My name is Cheng Xiaoxiao."

It's a girl in one-piece pajamas, and she wears a Pikachu hat, revealing a round face band, which is actually a little cute.

"There is still a person in our dormitory, and the architecture department has a class today, so he is not there now." Yu Chan explained to her.

"Hello!" After speaking, Jian Mo remembered that Zuo Lifan was still waiting for her downstairs.

"That...... I still have luggage downstairs, so I'll go get it first. ”

"It's not much, let's help you," Yu Chan said.

"Hey, wait...... Is the mortal male god below! Cheng Xiaoxiao suddenly got excited when she thought of this possibility.

"A chance to see the male god up close, can I help you carry your luggage?"

Since they said so, Jian Mo did not refuse, and nodded slightly to indicate that it was no problem.

"I'm not his girlfriend, though." She felt the need to make it clear to them.

The page of the picture that Cheng Xiaoxiao showed her just now looks like a post on a certain forum.

She knew that Zuo Lifan would definitely not be able to keep a low profile, but she didn't expect it to be so influential.

"Ah...... But no matter how you look at it, it looks like you're in love! Cheng Xiaoxiao was a little embarrassed, and her surprise was all written on her face.

"That'...... You guys? In contrast, Yu Chan asked questions a little calmly.

"We ...... Parents are good friends. "At the moment their relationship seems to be just that, thinking about this is a bit of a loss.

"Isn't that a childhood sweetheart, oh my God! I'm so sour. Cheng Xiaoxiao pouted.

Jian Mo didn't explain much when she heard this, it was better to get along with people and be shallow, not to mention that they didn't know each other much when they first met.

Coming downstairs, the weather in September was not much different from the heat of midsummer.

The white-clothed senior standing in front of the dormitory door, a thin layer of sweat already appeared on his fair and handsome face.

This point is the time when students who have no class go out to forage for food, and the girls passing by can't help but look at him a few more times, and even look back when they have already walked away.

Zuo Lifan was still calm, and when he saw Jian Mo coming out, the corners of his lips raised some arcs.

Jian Mo paced in front of him and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, haven't you waited for a long time!" ”

I wanted to put something down and come down, but I chatted with my new roommate for a while and asked him to be here...... Being watched.

"No," didn't wait long, and his low voice was like bathing in a warm spring breeze for the young girl on campus.

Yu Chan and Cheng Xiaoxiao followed behind Jian Mo, their excited hearts beating fast.

"Hello senior."

"Hello senior!"

They greeted Zuo Lifan in a shy voice in a low voice, after all, they had never seen the male god so closely.

And the voice that just spoke was so gentle, oh, a boy like him is too lethal to a girl.

Jian Mo was also a little intoxicated.

"They're my new roommates, so they're here to help me with my luggage," Jian Mo explained to the man.

"Hmm." Zuo Lifan responded and said that he knew.

"Then I'll take the things first, I'm really bothering you today!" She picked up her luggage, and the two people behind her helped her share some of it.

"I'll go first......" Jian Mo didn't finish his sentence when he interrupted him.

"Give me your phone."

"Ah......" I didn't understand his intentions for a while, and I heard him take out his mobile phone and give it to him.

Zuo Lifan pressed the screen and found that there was a password, and looked at the beautiful and moving girl in front of him.

“1212。” Receiving his gaze, he opened his mouth to reply.

"Your birthday?"

"Hmm." Jian Mo didn't care.

"This is my WeChat, WeChat is my phone number, contact me if you have something," handed her the phone.