Song Shijia: "......"

After adding WeChat, she glanced at Ji Ruofeng's circle of friends.

Except for a few game records and photos related to learning, they are basically related to Yun Qiluo.

Even the ten-yuan box lunch that Yun Qiluo invited him to eat two days ago was grandly shown off by him from various angles.

It's like showing off something terrible.

Yun Qiluo's brain is really hammered.

Song Shijia followed his game record while eating.

Well, it didn't work bad.

No wonder they can fly their Loro.

But the familiar ID still made her pause.

She thought that Yun Qiluo had told her before that he was the quiet place in the live broadcast room.

I looked at his more and more familiar, silent god WeChat avatar.

I couldn't help but ask him, "Are you a fan of the Silent God?" ”

Ji Ruofeng suddenly heard such a sentence, and shook the hand that had been giving Yun Qiluo a warm pick-up.

The dish fell on the table.

He hurriedly apologized: "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I'll wipe it clean for you." ”

After wiping it, he replied vaguely: "Ah, sort of." ”

His face looked very weak and awkward, and his eyes began to drift.

Song Shijia was a little surprised, she didn't expect Ji Ruofeng, a top student, to play games well, even if he played well, he would actually pay attention to e-sports players.

It seems that as long as you are a boy, you have an e-sports dream.

And on second thought, he also likes to play games, and he thinks it's a reasonable thing.

She changed her opinion of Ji Xiaocao slightly, and smiled: "I'm also a fan of him." ”

Song Shijia: As long as you also like the god of silence, we are brothers.

Ji Ruofeng stiffened slightly, laughed dryly, and said, "This ...... Is that so? ”

This reaction made Song Shijia, who was eating, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and glanced at her suspiciously.

What is he awkward? It can't be a black fan of their gods, right?

But there are no black fans who have changed them to be similar to their gods, right? What kind of spoiled black powder does that have to be?

Under her gaze, Ji Ruofeng became more and more uncomfortable, and even the roots of his ears hidden under the broken hair turned red.

"You...... What do you keep watching me do? ”

Song Shijia: "......" isn't it, are you still afraid of people looking at it?

There are a lot of girls who peek at him every day, right? Why haven't you seen him blush?

Ji Ruofeng finally finished eating in a hurry, handed over the study materials to Yun Qiluo, and left in a hurry.

Song Shijia felt inexplicable and asked Yun Qiluo: "Luoluo, what's the matter with him?" ”

Yun Qiluo shook her head obediently: "I don't know." ”

followed by nibbling on the chicken leg that Ji Ruofeng bought for her, and added vaguely: "He is often like this, stupid fufu." ”

With the events of the previous few days, Ji Ruofeng no longer dared to let her go back alone.

Although Yun Qiluo planned to make up for the course in the past two days, and had no plans to broadcast and play games, he still came over as soon as possible and escorted her to the school gate with Song Shijia.

It's just strange that he has a strained face the whole time today.

Even his eyes were full of four words: Don't approach the living.

brought back the image and aura of his noble school grass again.

In this regard, Yun Qiluo and Song Shijia have the same thought in their minds: This kid can't be stupid, right?

After Yun Qiluo saw her car, she waved goodbye to them with a small hand.

"Go back! Uncle Driver is in front, I'm not going to have an accident! ”

Tips: Enter "Panda Literature" in the search engine, you can find this site, thank you.

Chapter 224: Are You a Fan Of Lonely God?