Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite

Everyone followed Meng Xuzhou's words and turned to look at Chen Yu. Under the gaze of everyone, Chen Yu couldn't help but lower his head.

Because Chen Yu felt embarrassed, being praised like this, even Chen Yu, who was originally cheerful and proud, would feel shy.

But when he was shy, Chen Yu still raised his head and glanced at Su Xiaoyan secretly, he wondered if Su Xiaoyan would look up to him because of this.

The result is of course... no!

Su Xiaoyan put all her thoughts on Qu Yizhao, even if it was just a look, she didn't give it to Chen Yu.

When Chen Yu saw Su Xiaoyan like this, he understood that the other party was looking at Qu Yizhao. Only Qu Yizhao could get Su Xiaoyan's smile and tenderness from the heart.

Although he felt very uncomfortable, Chen Yu was also a man of the moment on campus, and his stomach wasn't that small. He will only make himself better and more attractive to others, instead of pulling others into the quagmire to set off his own excellence.

Of course, if the other party is willing to be his foil, he won't mind.

Xu Baiyao is like another Su Xiaoyan, except that Su Xiaoyan is staring at Qu Yizhao, while Xu Baiyao is just staring at Chen Yu. The two people pay attention to different people.

Following Chen Yu's movements, Xu Baiyao's face became uglier every second. She clenched her fists tightly, her face was terribly gloomy.

Meng Xuzhou stared fixedly at Wang Quangui, his eyes made Wang Quangui's legs weak. After a while, he turned his head to look at the target.

"She's done."

Meng Xuzhou said lightly.

Wang Quangui stared wide-eyed, looked at the target in disbelief, and screamed: "This is impossible!"

Meng Xuzhou snorted coldly, then took a deep breath of the cigarette in his mouth, then suddenly threw the cigarette on the ground, and twisted it with his foot.

"Why is it impossible? Ten shots, all in one place! Ten shots and one hundred rings, this is simply a sharpshooter!"

Meng Xuzhou moved the muscles of his cheeks. He seemed to want to force a smile, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only force a grim expression.

As he said that, Meng Xuzhou looked at Wang Quangui with a bit of sarcasm and indifference.

"I said you, why do you have to bet with a sharpshooter? It's all lost now, right?"

Meng Xuzhou's tone was full of sighs.

"How is it possible, how is it possible..."

Wang Quangui fell to the ground all of a sudden, with a confused expression, then he scratched his head and looked at Chen Yu and Qu Yizhao with red eyes.

"Fuck you! You two play Lao Tzu together!"

Qu Yizhao sneered twice when she heard this, and walked towards Wang Quangui expressionlessly.

At first, Wang Quangui scolded Chen Yu and Qu Yizhao angrily, but with the movement and pace of Qu Yizhao approaching, Wang Quangui's heartbeat began to speed up.

Bang, boom, boom.

Bang, boom, boom.

Faster and faster, faster and faster, every time Qu Yizhao approached, Wang Quangui's heartbeat became more rapid and crazy.

Beads of sweat rolled down to the ground along with the slightly obese side face, and Wang Quangui's slightly obese body also trembled slightly.

Looking at the young man coming against the light, Wang Quangui suddenly felt a huge sense of panic in his heart for some reason.

It was as if an invisible hand was strangling his neck, making him speechless and out of breath.

The heart also seemed to be tightly entwined by an invisible thread, as if it might stop beating at any time.