When Ling Xiaofeng returned to the classroom, he greeted Shang and started busy participating in tomorrow's selection.

He was busy until lunch time before he came to Shang and sat down with a smile, "I'm so tired."

"You can still laugh, which means you are not tired." The man who was reading the book did not raise his head and poured him a basin of cold water.

"This kind of fatigue is more comfortable than lying on the sofa and catching maggots." Ling Xiaofeng didn't mind at all, and was already used to his cold words.

"I finally tasted the high-profile taste?" The man said while flipping through the book.

"Xie and I are now disgraced and notorious." When it comes to Xie, he almost forgot about him. "Xie is in this school."

"Oh." The man snorted softly, exuding a breath of Forbidden Gu's owed, with no expression on his face.

"I don't understand. You've read these books more than ten times, so why are you still obsessed with them?"

Ling Xiaofeng looked at the "Detective Sherlock Holmes" he was flipping through, as well as the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "The Art of War", "The Meditation Record", "Material Arts of Materia Medica", "Acupuncture Science" and so on piled up under the table, which were all books that were more profound and had to be thoughtful about.

To be honest, except for the book Shang is in hand, he also has "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". He can't read the rest at all, and even if he read it, he doesn't understand the meaning. In short, the sentence is - 简网站.

"If you can even understand books like you, do you think I still have to read?" A light and piaopiao sentence was extremely hurting.

"No, what do you mean? Is my head different from yours? Are you inlaid with platinum or silver?"

"It's different, your left brain hasn't been developed yet."

"Uh? This..." Ling Xiaofeng touched his head. He had really not studied this. "You know this again."

He remembered that the three-year-old child started to develop his left brain? Otherwise, how did he get into high school all the way?

"Have a meal."

Ye Wushang put down the book and put down his long legs.

"The evil should be waiting there."

Because he knew that Feng Shangxie had not turned on the computer, Ling Xiaofeng did not call him.

But when they came to this room, they did not see the figure of Feng Shangxie.

"Hey, I told him to meet here." Ling Xiaofeng stood in front of the glass window and looked at the canteen outside, but did not find the figure standing out from the crowd.

At this time, on the third floor of the teacher's dormitory, when Feng Shangxie came here, he looked at a row of closed doors, and there were "gym" and "lounge" hanging outside... these signs.

Finally he came to the doors of rooms 307 and 308, but these two rooms were locked by passwords.

Grandpa said what time is the 30?

I was afraid that I would listen to his long-winded words just now, so I left in a hurry.

I heard from Feng that there is only Shang living on this floor, but now he has found two rooms.

From a man's perspective and a manly personality, you will choose 307, because there is an idiom that goes well, and as a man, you will choose 307.

Breaking the lock is one of the tricks of being a policeman, and it is impossible to defeat him at all.

What's more, it's just a password lock, even if it's a fingerprint, he still takes it down.

He pressed a series of several sets of numbers and let the password lock automatically enter the orchestration.

"Ding!"

The lock is opened.

Looking at the decorations in the room, they are simple and elegant, luxurious and yet elegant, which is very in line with the taste of sorrow.
Chapter completed!