Chapter 133 What is our slogan?
That is, it is very easy to encounter various criminal events and will be involved in it. For example, the upcoming welcome party will probably increase the chance of encountering criminal events...
With the host's physique bonus, taking jujube pills, it can almost imagine the scene that will appear. The lively freshman party turns into a murder crime scene in a blink of an eye. Didn't you think of it? Isn't you surprised? Isn't it exciting?
Well...it's like a spring outing in which village I went to last time.
As soon as the 114's voice fell, Yan Bai bit the small spoon with butter standing in his mouth, turned his head and looked up at 114. She did not show any eagerness. Instead, she slowly reached out to take the spoon off and ate the last thousand-sized layer in the box. She looked like a little pet who had eaten and drunk enough, showing a satisfying expression of a foodie, looking cute and cute, and then spoke to 114.
"Hmm? Is there something wrong..." Yan Bai looked at 114, his eyes were big, and there was a pool of clear water inside. He looked to the bottom, and looked at 114 with a smile.
“o ( n _ n ) o �
"Yeah, of course it's turned on ~ "
114 Looking at Yan Bai's expression, I instantly recalled something more important. The host of its home is very different. The brain circuits of snake sperm are all different. How could you worry about something? After all, the host of its home is the biggest hobby...is...
Making trouble, making trouble...
Think about the audience in the live broadcast room in the future, and also created a fan association belonging to Yan Bai. The association's slogan is...
What is our slogan?
Make trouble, make trouble, make trouble!
It probably binds a fake host.
...
A few days passed in a flash, and what Yan Bai did every day began to become very regular. He came to school in the morning. After lunch, there was a dessert sent by Ji Baimo to deliver after dinner. After class in the afternoon, he went to rehearsal the stage plays prepared by their class with Ji Ruyu and others.
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The day before the freshman party, Ji Family.
"Why did you come home so late after class? What are you busy with?" Ji Ruyu's mother Ji Hanyan looked at her son with distress, holding a bowl of boiled soup in her hand and put it on Ji Ruyu's table.
"Mom, I'm preparing for the freshman party. This time our class has prepared a stage play and is being rehearsed." Ji Ruyu spoke to his mother Ji Hanyan.
"Isn't your Class 73 very chaotic? Why did you unite and play the stage drama this time?" Ji Hanyan seemed a little surprised.
"Because..." Speaking of this, Ji Ruyu thought of Yan Bai, her face softened a little, and she was about to speak when suddenly...
"…Push…Push…Push…” The footsteps of leather shoes stepping on the ground came down from the upper floor. Each sound was like a knock on the tip of a person's heart, causing the air to stop in an instant. Ji Ruyu and the others who were sitting below looked up.
The first thing that caught my eye was a black coat, straight and slender, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, perfectly proportioned figure, and every move was born with nobleness. The peach blossom eyes that were covered by the lens were looking down.
Ji Baimo's blood-colored lips slightly raised, and his big palm with distinct joints placed on the handrail of the stairs, slowly tightened and rubbed, and spoke in a somewhat lazy voice.
"Ruyu, what kind of freshman party?"
"Uncle..." Ji Ruyu quickly stood up, looking a little nervous.
Chapter completed!