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Chapter 1064: College Life (2)

Alecto was extremely impatient and clicked three steps and two steps up, and said impatiently, "You are not a man who will let me carry you away, right?" Can you have a little backbone? ”

Chris blinked, "Can you help me go, I'm in so much pain, I really can't go." ”

Alector looked at her with disgust, but finally a hand passed under his armpit, letting Chris's hand rest on his shoulder, and Chris limped down with one hand on the railing, looking satisfied.

As soon as I walked down the stairs and walked out of the building, I happened to meet Stella and Alfonso, Alfonso glanced at Chris's appearance and understood everything, pursed his lips and said, "That...... I...... I'm not going back to my dorm today...... You guys play slowly......"

Chris smiled slyly, meaning that Alfonso knew this guy, maybe this guy himself wanted to live in the same room with Stella, which was really ...... It's broken.

Alfonso finally whispered, "Do you want to just change the bedroom?" ”

Alecto turned his head suddenly, and Chris silently praised Alfonso behind Alector for making a constructive suggestion, what a good brother.

Then there was Stella and Alector saying in unison, "Absolutely impossible!" ”

Chris was disappointed that he really didn't give him a chance, and Alfonso flattened his mouth and looked down at Stella, who ignored him, not looking at the offer at all.

Alecto glanced back at Chris, kicking him in the ass and almost knocking him over, "Hurry up, hurry up, there's still a bunch of homework to finish, don't rub it off, or you won't have to sleep tonight." ”

Chris relied on Alector to give him medicine to heal his injuries, and he had an affair with Alector, and then was beaten by Alector a few times, and after being honest for a while, Chris wanted to sleep well, but was dragged up from the bed by Alector to do his homework again.

Chris was aggrieved, reluctantly holding the pen and staring at the blank notebook

"What do you want me to do? How many words did you write? Alector watched Chris struggling and didn't write a few words, and he was so angry.

"You're good-looking." Chris said shyly.

Alector finally deeply understood Dylan's feelings, Chris is really underbeaten, if Dylan can break Chris's leg alive.

"Hurry up." Alecto pressed the fire, but it was almost overwhelmed.

"I won't, what should I do." Chris had a sad face.

Then Chris managed to arch Alexto's fire, "What's not going to be like that?" Isn't it very clearly written, the Demon Party is located in the north of the Secret Party, the land borders, and there is a sea area with the mouth of the Doppler River as the dividing line, is this so difficult to understand? "Alector is going crazy.

"But I'm a neutral, how could I know that?" Chris is right.

"Ahh Alector let out a roar of collapse, his eyes full of hideousness, "What does it matter what party you are?" This is common sense! Common sense! Send sub-questions! You've carried it! Recite it now! ”

Chris continued not to speak, and it took a while for Alecto to feel that the blood of his qi was finally not running around in his body, and said again, "If you don't know, just remember it!" ”

Chris poked her in a whisper, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I remember." ”

"Write it!" Alector was still angry.

"Written!" Chris stopped writing, "Did I write well?" ”

Alector rolled his eyes and glanced at Chris, the word crooked and unbearable.

"You write well."

Chris wrote again, "It's done!" ”

"Continue next one, don't look at me if it's good to read the papers."

Alector feels like he's raising a son, he's being a mom to accompany him, and Alector is deeply suspicious of Patrick's way of upbringing, and the consequences of throwing Chris in the ghetto don't seem to do any good.

The disadvantage is huge, Chris's cultural level is simply the same as his original self.

And Alector found that Chris's mind was not on his homework, it was all on himself, and he looked at himself three times, Alector finally couldn't bear it, took a rope and tied Chris to the chair, and he was finally able to read with peace of mind.

The snow at the Ales Military Academy had accumulated to ankle deep, and Chris tossed all night to finish the paper, Chris had an injury and slept first, but Alecto couldn't sleep all night after being tossed by Chris.

Pull out the whip on the side of her waist and roll the snow on the soles of her feet to raise the unbonded snow foam on the ground to the sky, the whip and her own hands, the heart is more and more tightly bonded, like a part of her own body, handy to be able to control the rhythm of her own feeling is really good, so the whip in her hand is getting faster and faster, with the wind and snow to tear apart, as if to tear everything around her.

The silver whip wrapped Alecto's whole body in the snow foam, and it was dazzling to see how fast she was.

Suddenly, a burst of applause rang out from afar, and Alecto stopped after performing his last move, a thin figure in the wind and snow with a long cloak but wet from the wind and snow. When I walked in, I saw that the lower abdomen that had risen under the wide cloak, she didn't have an umbrella, the small figure appeared in the snow, it was very slender, and the frost and snow were full of eyebrows with a shallow smile, and one hand was placed on the lower abdomen.

It was Morro, she recognized it at a glance, she wanted to leave, but her feet were too long in the snow to move.

"That's great." Moro approached and looked at Alecto carefully, "Who taught you, is it an instructor?" ”

Alecto dragged the whip and stood in place, stunned, not knowing how to react? Should I salute? Or should I say something? Alector didn't know anything, just stared blankly at Morro's side face.

In the end, he hesitated for a long time, but nodded.

"How long have you been practicing?" Mo Luo was curious, if it was taught by the instructor, it would not be long, and it would take more than half a year to complete the battle.

Alecto seemed to be very shy, bowing his head and whispering weakly, "Less than three months." “

This time, it was changed to Mo Luo standing on the spot, and he couldn't help but cry out, "Huh? It's only been three months, how is this possible? ”

Alecto's face turned red for some reason, red to the base of his neck, as if he was playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, the more he thought about it, the more shy he became, Alecto had never been like this.