A protracted battle requires patience, and the journey of chasing love is long, so the face must be thick, so thick that she wants to slap you to death as soon as she sees you.

"Yes." Zhou Botong continued to teach Bing the skills of the sister: "Shooting you to death shows that she cares about you to the extreme." ”

"But why don't I care if I swatt the flies to death?"

"That's because the flies' skins aren't thick enough."

"So, your face will have to be broken in half if you smash it, right?" Shaya interjected and teased.

"The steel plate is a bit exaggerated, but the plate bricks are absolutely fine, you don't have a thicker face than me."

Shaya didn't bother to pay attention, and Bing was obviously not in the mood to be thicker than Zhou Botong. The first ring of chasing love was completely defeated in the hands of the aunt, and if you want to continue to melt the "Snow Girl", you must take the hot iron and use the second ring of chasing love. Of course, this is easier said than done. The soldier shrugged his head, his face sad.

"Handsome soldier, don't be discouraged." Zhou Botong patted his chest: "I've helped you think about it, if you want to continue to melt the Snow Girl, you have to go downstairs in her bedroom to sing love songs, just like last night when you stood in front of the heart of the candle and sang "Love Pier". ”

"Pull your." Shaya interrupted Zhou Botong: "I actually have some bad ideas, and I don't think the soldiers are enough?" Sing love songs downstairs for girls, turtles! ”

"Shuai Bing, listen to me, you should be like this, walk gently downstairs by Xiao Yu, and recite love sentences affectionately."

"Love sentences?" Bing shook his head: "But I don't have ink in my stomach." ”

"Don't worry, I'm a little Shakespeare, and I'll make it happen to you." Shaya opened "Romeo and Juliet" and said, "I'll recite a paragraph first, and you can just imitate it." ”

Zhou Botong hurriedly took out earplugs to block his ears, where is the chengguan? Noise doesn't matter? Sha Ya moistened her throat, her eyes were gentle like water, and she really had a bit of the charm of a drama child.

"Speak softly! What's the light coming from the window over there? That's the East, Juliet is the sun! Get up, beautiful sun! That's my crush, ah! That's my love, and voila! She held her face with her slender hand, what a wonderful gesture! Yes! I wish I had been the glove on that hand, so that I could kiss the fragrance on her face. ”

"Yes, no wonder you dare to call yourself Little Shakespeare." The soldier became interested: "I think this idea will work." ”

"You can do it!" Shaya looked at Zhou Botong proudly: "Let's go, chasing the snow girl." ”

The south side of the living area is full of girls' dormitory buildings, the sun is pleasant, some girls sit on the balcony to read books, and some chat about the prince charming in their hearts on the balcony.

"Come on!"

Shaya encouraged. After receiving the manuscript, Bing's heart was like a deer, and he jumped up. Damn, let's die, there is no way back, but to rush forward without shame. Xiao Yu's bedroom is on the second floor, the perspective and lighting are good, it is easy to see the soldiers, not to mention the chanting of the sao bag, it is difficult not to be discovered.

"Handsome soldiers, handsome soldiers! It's coming, Sister Yu'er, he's finally here! ”

"Listen, he's like he's reciting love poems, Romeo's flavor."

"Hey, Shuai Bing, be louder, Sister Yu'er is waiting for you!"

The little sisters cheered up the soldiers, and the beautiful big eyes had already seen the soldiers, Xiao Yu gently put the pink roses back into the vase, smiled slightly, and came to the balcony. The goddess appeared, and the soldiers instantly came to the courage, and the love was as deep as Chongqing hot pot, spicy, and delicious!

"I flew over the garden wall with the light wings of love, for the wall of masonry cannot keep love; He will take risks and try whatever the power of love can do, so I'm not afraid of anyone who laughs at me to the extreme, trust my instincts, and fall in love with you without retreating......"

There are more and more girls on the balcony, chattering about who will be Juliet in the hearts of boys?

"Read on, Shuaibing, your goddess has been listening."

"Yes, don't stop, the goddess has been moved by you."

Damn, my brother doesn't want to stop, but there is only such a paragraph in the manuscript. Bing's face cramped, and he looked at Shaya speechlessly, can he be reliable? Just a few sentences of hair?

"Oh no, it's wrong!" Shaya silently took out another manuscript from her pocket, which was densely covered with words. Zhou Botong hahaha, one word, I served YOU!

"Witty as I am."

Shaya is unreliable, the love sentences of the West can't be pointed to, and the soldiers' eyes are bright, so try the love poems of the East, the east wind overwhelms the west wind.

That's right, if you like a girl, read poems to her, practice test, quality is guaranteed. Throwing away the manuscript directly, the soldier threw off his forehead bangs and looked at Xiao Yu with fiery eyes.

"Ask the world, what is love, teach life and death. There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Joy goes, parting bitterness. There are even more crazy children among them, you should have words, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, who is the shadow for? ”

"Rain, do you hear me? I'm really, really, really good......"

"Love me don't say it, I can feel it."

Hell knows, she just showed up. That's right, you read that right, bucket waist, elephant legs, it's a fat girl! She had been standing around the corner, listening to love poems, and she was willing to accept Bing's affectionate confession.

Ah, the crow flies by, leaving behind a series of ellipses......

"I can feel your love, don't say anything, hug it first, baby."

The soldier was a little dizzy, the last time the heart of the burning candle in the park was ruthlessly splashed by the aunt's footwashing water, and now the love poem downstairs has summoned such a superlative. Cang Tian wants to ask the soldiers, is he surprised? Not surprised?

The soldier wants to borrow a hair to hang himself, why is it so easy for others to hold hands, but it is so difficult for his turn?

How hard is it?

It's harder to go to the sky, it's harder than to climb to the sky!