Chapter 140 Chapter 140 Yang Fei sent her a Weibo headline in one sentence

Qin Yue threw the phone aside, and began to flip the papers with a low eyebrow.

Lin Siran played the game until the early hours of the morning, and there was no spirit at this moment, he was lying on the table.

Xu Yaoguang went to the office to get the physical papers.

As soon as I went in, I saw Qin Yun's physical paper on the top line.

"Xu Yaoguang, please help the teacher to ask Qin Yun, do you have any opinion on me?" The physics teacher was holding the vacuum flask, worried, "Physics is so interesting, why not study physics well?"

Xu Yaoguang took the paper, glanced at him, and said nothing.

"Okay, you go." The physics teacher knew the Gao Leng, didn't say much, put the thermos cup on the table, and let him leave with a physical roll.

Xu Yaoguang returned to class nine.

The first time he sent Qin Mao's paper, he held his hand and looked at Qin Mao again. The other turned over the language, the earphones were plugged on both ears, and the eyebrows were lowered. .

Still pretty cool pose.

The coat had no pattern or pattern, but the workmanship was extremely delicate.

Xu Yaoguang thought about it and said nothing. She put down her and Lin Siran's papers and left.

After returning the papers, Qiao Sheng and He Wen were discussing Weibo.

"Xu Shao, then Meng Xinran's hand speed is really faster than Yangshen?" Qiao Sheng leaned on the back of his chair, his legs stretched out onto the aisle, his brows frowned.

He Wen also came over and showed Weibo to Xu Yaoguang.

Xu Yaoguang opened the stool and glanced, not too interested: "No."

The sound was still clear and cold.

Qiao Sheng's heart moved, and he sat upright. "Then you know ..."

Without saying a word, Xu Yaoguang took a ticket from the table hole and put it on Qiaosheng's table. "Qin language for you."

Qiao Sheng did not pick it up and knew that it was a concert ticket for a performance in Qin Yu.

**

The second class ends in the morning and the flag-raising ceremony.

"My sister, why can't I find yours on Taobao?" Xia Fei walked to Qin Yue's left and asked Qin Yue about the pen.

Qin Yue slowly followed them behind, playing with the headphone cable in his hand, heard the words, thought about it, and said, "I will help you at noon."

Three people walked to position nine.

Not far away is a group of Meng Xinran who was held by the stars.

"Xinran, how fast is your hand speed, is it really faster than Yangshen? I heard that Yangshen's hand speed is 600+, I don't know if it is true?" Here, someone was asking Meng Xinran.

In the past two days, Meng Xinran's enthusiasm on Weibo remained high, and the enthusiasm in school once surpassed Qin Yue Xu Yaoguang Qiaosheng.

Meng Xinran shook his head. "My hand speed is only five hundred +, not exceeding Yangshen."

500+ let alone ordinary people, even if placed in the professional e-sports players can not reach the height, a group of teenagers lined up exclaimed.

"I heard that because of you, OST does not exclude female players. The second and third teams have female candidates?" Someone asked again.

Meng Xinran froze, and then answered in unknown language, "Unclear."

Others treat her as modest.

**

These days, the game of Kyushu Tour is particularly hot in school.

Taking advantage of the queuing space, many people around are playing this game.

The representative of the physics class in the eighth class next to the grass sat directly on the grass: "Look down, it's time to drop points!"

Lin Siran was talking to Xia Fei. The eighth and ninth classes have always been difficult brothers and friends. Upon hearing this, she tilted her head and smiled and said, "Look for my sister to help you play, my sister is very good."

The eighth class physics class paused. "Lin Siran, Sister Xi has a lot of beautiful cards?"

He knows that most girls like to play this competitive game as a dress-up game.

"A lot of her character cards look good, but," Lin Siran thought about how quickly Qin Yi helped her to score last night, and tried to sell Qin Hui. "She is really amazing."

"Okay, I know," the eighth class physics class nodded, and said perfunctoryly. "My sister-in-law is very powerful, very powerful."

If Meng Xinran played for him, of course he gave it without saying a word.

Qin Yun and Lin Siran just let it go.

However, there was a gap between Class 9 and Meng Xin, and the physics class representative did not say this.

What else did Lin Siran want to say? The representative of the physics class looked up immediately, "It's almost time to raise the flag. Come back to the team!"

**

noon.

School room.

Cheng Mu has been a bit busy in the past two days, and he set the meal early.

When Qin Yue passed, Cheng Mu was chatting with Lu Zhaoying.

"The title of 129 hasn't come out yet? What about your goddess?" Lu Zhaoying opened her white gown, leaned on a chair, leaned her legs on the table, and a handful of silver hair on top of her head was extremely loud.

"My goddess retreat, I heard there is a big move this year 129." Cheng Mu lowered his voice.

Lu Zhaoying nodded, glanced at his eyes, and saw Qin Hui coming slowly, he quickly stood up and greeted with a smile.

Cheng Mu poured a cup of tea for Qin Yue.

"I forgot something," Qin Yun was sitting at the dinner table, holding the table with a lazy hand, and asked Cheng Yun: "Where did you buy that pen, my classmate wants to buy it too."

She spoke.

Lu Zhaoying and Cheng Mu fell into a weird silence.

Cheng Ye was calm and relaxed, and he said hurriedly: "If you order it at the merchant, you may not find a brand."

Qin Yue nodded, picked up the phone and sent the sentence to Xia Fei intact.

Xia Fei was eating in the cafeteria with Lin Siran at this time.

Seeing this news, she went directly to a merchant who could order a pen.

Send that pen drawing to customer service.

And asked: [Can this pen be customized? I want exactly the same. 】

Xia Fei took a bite of meat, and turned his head to speak with Lin Siran, "This customer service ignores me."

Lin Siran finished, and put the chopsticks aside. "Maybe I'm eating too."

After two minutes, the merchant returned a "..." to Xia Fei.

Then sent Xia Fei a screenshot.

Xia Fei is almost eating, while finishing his own chopsticks, while taking a screenshot, "Customer service returned to me ..."

Having said that, he was directly stuck.

Lin Siran noticed, and turned his head to look at it.

The merchant sent a screenshot of a luxury product. The black pen was dotted with rhinestones, which was almost the same as Qin Yun's, but the workmanship seemed to be more refined.

Here's the list price, starting with a 3-character, followed by-

Five zeros.

Xia Fei faced the picture blankly, and then the customer service responded-

[Kiss, you ca n’t do this for a while (smile). 】

**

the other side.

Sitting on the gaming chair, Yang Fei looked down at the mobile phone, with no expression on his delicate face.

The coach coughed, walked in, and didn't care much. "Nausea is a bit disgusting. Don't respond, or the impact will be greater."

Yang Fei was playing with his mobile phone, and looked at the coach with a smile, "Say it was not your intention?"

The coach raised his eyes and calmed him, "I know, but what can you do? Go out and clarify? Then give her heat instead?"

He still suggested Yang Fei cold.

Explaining it in person has increased the heat, and she will always pass by hanging it.

Yang Fei sneered.

He was cold and did not speak.

Open Weibo, searched the trumpet Qin Ye gave him.

Didn't say anything, I just paid attention.

Qin Wei's Weibo has only one fan, one attention, 0 Weibo.

Yang Fei was curious about who she was following. She opened it and looked at it. It was a man named lung Lin.

Lung Lin's Weibo is the most cold and cool at the same table.

The coach looked at Yang Fei and seemed to be feeling better, so he didn't say much, "There will be a training match later, remember to prepare."

Many people in the e-sports circle asked WeChat whether he admired Meng Xinran and whether he had given her heat.

Someone also sent him screenshots.

Hot search on the second word "Meng Xinran", it is obvious to buy a recommendation.

But the heat is not low.

The next screenshot is Meng Xinran's Weibo ten minutes ago.

OST Meng Xinran: Thank you for your concern, I will work harder for everyone @OST 战队.

Turning down, it is a hot media.

[Latest information, Meng Xinran has a speed of 500+, surpassing Yi Jiming! The first female professional player ever! Second only to Yangshen, in recent years the OST team has not rejected female professional players. Yangshen's favorite teammate with her is not groundless ...

It probably means that Meng Xinran is the first woman in the professional team, and she has extremely fast hands.

Because her OST team made an exception for female players.

Meng Xinran's fans have been 300w +.

The face is really big.

Yang Fei brushed lightly, but his delicate eyebrows were perverted. Others, he can ignore ... the first female professional player? Where's the face?

The coach who came in and asked him to train looked at his expression and shuddered, "Yangshen, you ..."

Yang Fei didn't lift his head, opened Weibo, and went directly to Ait Qin.

OST Yang Fei: I have been hoping to be on the same stage three years ago, waiting for you [emailprotected]

In a sentence, Yang Fei sent Qin Wei's trumpet to the Weibo headline! And alarmed the entire e-sports circle.

Today is also the day of the ticket. Yang Shen taught Meng Xinran to be a man with one sentence. Your father is still your father.

After all, it was mixed with grandpa, how could it not be cruel?

See you at night ^ _ ^

(End of this chapter)