Nonlinear Love

Su Lian: "..."

Seven or eight articles in a row, without exception, all came from the Taro Mud Bobo Support Club. After all, no one thought of submitting articles at the beginning of the Games, and this gap was fully occupied by the support club.

It's just that there is nothing in the sky and there is no underground, and secretly poking and entraining private goods in the middle, for fear that other people's eyes will not fall over.

You promised not to dance in front of the righteous Lord? Su Lian decided to go to private message group owner No. 1 after the game to adjust the group rules.

After all, the two-day sports meeting, he didn't want this embarrassing scene to happen again.

Just thinking about it, I heard the name of No. 1 on the radio station.

"The next one is the contribution of classmate No. 1 of taro mud Bobo, Chi Li and Su Lian's shaking the rope, shaking out the passion, shaking out the tacit understanding, shaking out the love and infatuation, shaking out the eternal...cough cough, later The text is not suitable, pinch it out."

Go to your uncle's love obsession, forever.

Su Lian bit his back molars fiercely, and squeezed the long rope tightly with his fingers.

God damn No. 1, today either you die or I die.

Chapter 39 Chapter 39

As soon as the broadcast that directly hit the soul came out, the audience in the stands was so restless that they were still vaguely suppressed before. At this moment, the screams were overwhelming and almost flooded the audience.

The two bosses in the class were tied up on the spot, and the sixth class also laughed erratically, for fear of missing the good show.

The nervousness and seriousness of entering the arena have long since disappeared, and all of them have no shape.

But this affects performance quite a bit. Rope skipping is frequently interrupted, and as time passes by, the results gradually lag behind.

The minds of the melon eaters are no longer in the game, and all kinds of low voices are whispering:

"Fuck, who is this No. 1? It's so talented."

"Aunt Qiong Yao is not so touching. The rain in the sky at this moment is my tears."

"Fuck it's all CP fans, I see Brother Lian's face turning green."

"However, the arrogant looks quite calm, and even... I don't know if I read it wrong, revealing a joy?"

"The score is not important, just the amount of submissions, at least we must be the most popular!"

...

The three-minute game time ended quickly, and the sixth class ranked third from the bottom. Li Guoqing was about to get angry when he looked at the old face of counting.

With his hands on his waist, he stood in the crowd and scolded: "You guys didn't jump rope well, what are you talking about?"

Someone replied with a smile: "Teacher, it's all my fault that their submissions are so funny, I can't help it."

Listening to the ups and downs of laughter in all directions, Li Guoqing was quite speechless.

The middle-aged man who prides himself on following the cháo flow all the time, is also very confused about the current direction: "Can anyone explain to me what this taro paste is, and why does everyone still have a number? "

As the second-in-command of the organization, Liu Youyou quickly jumped out and vowed to defend the safety of the support club to the death, and said vaguely: "It's nothing, it's just a group of classmates who like to drink milk tea. Teacher, everyone is just writing for fun. Rain and sad atmosphere."

"Oh, the milk tea group, it's fancy enough." Li Guoqing was persuaded and nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes, they will invite everyone to drink milk tea later." Liu Youyou said with a smile.

Li Guoqing was shocked: "Please the whole school? So exaggerated."

Liu Youyou said it in one sentence: "No, it's just our sixth class who drew randomly, so you should consider it a small prize."

When he didn't have time to manage drinks, Li Guoqing waved his hand, like chasing a duck: "Go back to me, and compare the rest of the projects. Don't be ashamed of me, and try to get the class points up."

Everyone sighed weakly, then scattered, hooked up in twos and threes and walked out of the field.

Su Lian retracted the long rope, walked towards Chi Wang, and scolded in a low voice, "This group of people is really terrible, especially that No. 1, what's wrong."

The other master put his hands in his pockets at the moment, and smiled awkwardly: "It doesn't matter, it's just a joke."

Su Lian's face was not very good-looking: "There are still some that can't be broadcast. I don't know what garbage is in my head."

Hearing this, Chi Li stared at Luo Yu, lost in thought.

Recalling that Liu Youyou called for submissions in the group last night, he waved his pen, his thoughts were very smooth, and he wrote a short paragraph. I don't want to be exposed, so I specifically asked other people in the group to help me mention it.

It's a pity that he was pinched in the middle of the waist before he finished reading, otherwise the atmosphere would have been pushed to the high cháo, and the effect would be full.

The rain was so dense that the two of them walked towards the stands with a slight bend in the drizzle. Su Lian was silent all the way and didn't speak any more.

Staring at his angry expression, Chi Wang's desire to survive went online for a third, and then bumped his arm: "Hey, it's really hot? It's not that bad."

Su Lian sat back to his seat with a cold expression, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I want to find this No. 1."

Before I finished speaking, I felt that it was either destroying the corpse and destroying traces, or blood splattered on the spot.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the coolness was blowing, and Chi Huang had sensed an uncontrollable murderous aura for no reason.

This trumpet must be covered to death. On the day when the vest is exposed, it will be his death if there is no accident.

Chi Wang pursed his lips: "What did you find out? Isn't she a girl? You can't fight."

Su Lian pondered for a few seconds without thinking about what to say next: "Find it out and talk about it."