Let's go back to the matter of cold ink military training.

Qin Chenchen got out of school early one day, thinking that the sun was so poisonous, Leng Mo was sure that the military training was not over yet. So, she had a whim and ran to A University with a lot of courage.

Luckily, she wasn't wrong. The essence of this military training lies in the fact that wherever there is the sun, stand in a military posture, and as long as the sun does not go down, the military posture must not be loosened.

When she ran to the track and field field on the North Campus of University A, she was so happy that she almost didn't laugh.

I saw Leng Mo standing in the team of their class, almost becoming a monkey in the sun.

When Leng Mo saw her, his handsome face instantly stinked, and he asked her with a lost look: Why are you here?

Qin Chenchen squeezed his eyebrows and stuck out his tongue: "Slightly!" ”

Leng Mo: "......"

Looking for a tree, Qin Chenchen sat down cross-legged under the tree, drinking her iced lemon juice with a satisfied expression.

She looked at Leng Mo fixedly, and couldn't help but sigh, this thing is really... Demons!

There are few female students in science and technology colleges, and among the more than 50 people in Leng Mo's class, there are only a dozen girls, and the rest are all rough men who have been sunburned into coal.

This sun is spicy, and everyone is treated equally, but the cold ink is like a plug-in, and it doesn't seem to tan much. It's just that the skin is a little red.

In addition to the skin color of this thing, the appearance is even more blinking. The height of 1.82 meters is very conspicuous in the phalanx, coupled with his three-dimensional and handsome appearance, among all the boys, the first beautiful man did not run.

Pity the other rough men, standing around him, all alive into the background.

They finally rested.

Many people had already noticed Qin Chenchen. After all, in this large purgatory, she seems so out of place when a young and lively middle school student appears here.

Leng Mo was dressed in a military training uniform, and the tall figure of the golden ratio was perfectly lined out.

Qin Chenchen thought that Leng Mo must be the center of the girls again, otherwise the girls near him would not have been staring at him all the time, and there were even girls who took the initiative to go up and talk.

For the enthusiasm of the girls, Leng Mo's reaction was as flat as a cup of cold and white, he glanced at them expressionlessly, his thin lips moved slightly, and he didn't know what to say, which caused the girls to leave in frustration.

Qin Chenchen was sucking lemon juice while watching a good show. I never thought that the demon would come to her coolly.

All of a sudden, countless pairs of eyes shot over.

Qin Chenchen thought, fortunately, there is a distance between this tree and the football lawn, otherwise those girls will definitely use eye knives to insert her into a hornet's nest.

Against the scorching sun, he walked up to her, stretched out his hand, and said coldly, "Bring it!" ”

Qin Chenchen sat on the ground and looked at his chin blankly, "What to take?" ”

"Juice!"

Qin Chenchen pouted slightly, looked at the half cup of lemon juice in his hand, and said reluctantly, "This is what I have drunk." ”

Leng Mo sat down directly beside her, and then snatched her lemon juice. Grunt, gone!

Qin Chenchen was speechless: "Do you know what you're doing?" ”

"You know, kiss my sister indirectly!"

Qin Chenchen covered his face: Oh my God, please open your eyes and accept this shameless demon!

"How did you come here?"

"It's out of school, it's boring. Let's take a look at how you, the prince who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, were tortured by the instructor. ”

Leng Mo glanced at her faintly, "You're so idle." ”

Qin Chenchen rolled his eyes, "It's just idle!" ”

At this time, two black boys walked over.

Well, it's sure it's black and not slippery!

Because of the black, Qin Chenchen really can't judge what class their appearance is, what if they are a little white face like Leng Mo after turning white?

However, one thing is certain, compared to Leng Mo, they are simply proper crooked melons and cracked dates.

Let's call them Big Black and Little Black for the time being.

Big Black is fatter, and Little Black is thinner.

The two hooked their shoulders and walked very coquettishly in front of Leng Mo.