Several people sighed and wanted to use the old method of guessing to decide who would play. They had always done this. People outside would never know why the students in Class 1 of the Tower Courtyard were unwilling to play in every possible way, but some people still played and got the prize.

Badge, in fact, they are really reluctant, but Teacher Misu stipulates that they must stay here for two hours every day, and they cannot be idle and must play, so they have a way.

When no one is willing to play, everyone decides by guessing, which is fair!

So, under the current circumstances, everyone wants to use the old method again.

However, as soon as they sighed in their hearts and no one spoke, a voice like a silver bell came, "I'll do it."

This familiar voice made several people straighten up and become stiff.

Then two figures walked towards them one after the other.

Walking in front is a delicate girl. She is wearing a lotus-colored knee-length dress, with a loose pearl jade belt tied around her waist. The streamer is very long, falling from the waist to the ground, with well-proportioned and smooth calves and slender and round legs.

The lotus-rooted arms are exposed, and are as white as snow. The hair is simply fixed with a blue hairpin, and the long black hair falls to the chest.

The crescent eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, together look just delicate, but give people a very unique feeling, especially the elegant temperament that is light and breezy but contains a deterrent force, which makes people unable to take their eyes away.

Who is this?

Everyone in the audience held their breath and stared at the girl blankly. This was the common doubt in everyone's mind at this moment.

Everyone knows the person behind this girl.

The latter has a standard melon-seed face, delicate facial features, and compelling aura. At this moment, her white dress is flowing, and the belt made of black pearls restrains her waist that is less than a full hand. Her long purple curly hair falls to her hips, and her uneven body makes many people feel.

The eyes of young people became hot.

However, while their hearts were pounding, they did not forget the terror of this girl. She was a little witch, and they dared not touch her even if they dared to have her own ideas.

However, seeing the usually arrogant and arrogant little witch following the pretty girl like a good girl, everyone was dumbfounded and became even more curious about the identity of the person in front of them.

"Oh haha! Amei!"

Suddenly, Feng Shaomen disappeared, and in an instant he was in front of the girl in the lotus dress. He held her in his arms with one hand, his face was soft, he couldn't hide his excitement, and he laughed heartily, "You finally woke up, how do you feel?

"

Seeing Feng Shaomen's actions regardless of his image, everyone's eyes widened even more, and they almost couldn't stop their eyes from falling off.

However, soon, a hand gently put on Feng Shaomen's arm and pulled him away with a little force. His expression was lazy and indifferent, "Be careful of her injuries."

"I'll kill you! Why is Lin Mofeng, the God of Sleep, so weird about this woman?"

"Ah ah ah, my God, she, she, she can't be Mr. Lin's girlfriend, right? Oh, my heart..."

At this moment, the auditorium is already boiling. Even most of the audience who are far away from here have cast their eyes over.

There aren't many stations fighting at this time, because everyone knows that as soon as a group arrives, most of the attention in the stadium is attracted. Who cares about how they fight... You can't be proud of it, who can do this kind of hard work?

An unpleasant thing.
Chapter completed!