Day 7, afternoon.

How could Qin Shuang not know that he would definitely leave?

Even if Yang Yan didn't talk to her secretly, she knew in her heart that she had behaved unsatisfactorily during this time.

But that's it......

She was not reconciled.

Qin Shuang's eyes turned slightly, looked at the 'young man', and asked softly, "Are you very proud, Song Ye?" ”

Fenghua looked at the girl who asked herself out alone and met in the pantry, her beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked, and she pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Huh?" Why should I be complacent? ”

Qin Shuang turned around, bent down to pick up the paper cup, and took a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice, the quiet sound of the water, accompanied by her slightly gloomy voice, sounded softly in the quiet pantry.

"You see, you told God M that the pantry at the King Club was too monotonous, and the next day a bucket of freshly squeezed juice was brought here. Today is orange juice, yesterday is watermelon juice, and every day is not the same. ”

“……”

"And there are five of us in total, and the last person left is you."

“……”

"Say, are you lucky?"

As she spoke, she raised her head, and her eyes with delicately drawn eyeliner stared at you as if they had been quenched with poison, which made people feel cold in their hearts.

It's a pity that Her Majesty the Empress was not frightened at all - she had even seen more bloodthirsty and murderous eyes, and Qin Shuang, a little girl whose hands had not been stained with blood, looked at her jealously and hatefully, and it was not painful at all.

Fenghua laughed, the corners of her beautiful lips hooked up a bewitching arc, and said playfully: "You don't remind, I haven't paid attention yet." I didn't expect the great god to be so kind to me. So, should I be proud? ”

“……”

Qin Shuang's face was faintly distorted.

She knew that Song Ye was Song Ye and color was color, she shouldn't confuse the two, even if it was anger-anger to a boy, even Qin Shuang herself felt that it was too far-fetched.

However, 'Song Ye' is so annoying!

This 'teenager' gave her a sense of crisis, no less than Song Cai's.

That person was too good to Song Ye, so good that she was jealous. Even if they're all boys.

Qin Shuang gritted her teeth and said, "Song Ye, you can be proud now." Because wait a little while, you won't be able to laugh......"

"Qin Shuang, what do you want to do?" Fenghua deliberately made a look like he was facing a great enemy, and looked at her vigilantly.

"Scared?"

Seeing the 'boy' showing jealous timidity, and even his eyes were faintly panicked, the girl's beautiful face finally slowly showed a smile.

It's just that smile, with an indescribable charm.

She asked slowly, word by word:

"Song Ye, you say, if you are charged with an attempt to *****, will the King team still want you?"

Before Fenghua could answer, Qin Shuang looked down and said: "King is the most prestigious e-sports team in China, even if God M values you again, it is impossible to allow the entire team to be infected with such a stain, isn't it?" ”

“……”

Fenghua couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Unsuccessful?

Who?

You?

I'm better looking than you, richer than you, and working harder than you.

Who gave you the confidence that I would look up to you?

Please, young lady, do you want to make a face?

Her Majesty the Empress complained in her heart, but she pretended to be very afraid of being touched, and scolded in a panic: "Qin Shuang, don't come nonsense, it won't do you half a benefit to you!" ”

The words fell.

Qin Shuang had already ripped off the clothes on his shoulders, revealing a piece of skin, and shouted, "Song Ye, what do you want to do-"