An Suifeng's eyes became darker, and his whole aura changed accordingly.
Du Qingling felt that Yao Xingjue seemed to be looking at him when he was talking about the moon, with a hint of exploration in the corner of his eyes.
She glanced at Yao Xingjue and then lay down on the table listlessly. When did I start missing my book? My mind was empty, my thoughts were far away, and I was wandering into space.
Seeing Du Qingling's appearance, Yao Xingjue felt a little amused. He thought Yue had finally made a mistake, but who knew it was really that interesting.
"Jue, it's time to start."
Lan Yingyue's appearance was not like others. He came out from a normal place. He appeared on the beam of the auditorium, as if he had just woken up, as elegant as the moon. His hair was as long as snow.
"It turns out you've arrived a long time ago."
Yao Xingjue smiled lowly, it seemed like he was very interested?
Jumping from a beam of tens of meters, I landed on the ground without using anything.
With waist-length snow silk and ancient robes, he is the myth of Xingyue, an ancient living in modern times.
As cold as the moon, as mysterious as the moon, and as elegant and bright as the moon.
But he likes to wear enchanting red clothes, and his hair is as long as snow. In that enchanting red clothes, he looks charming and enchanting, but his face is as elegant and ethereal as an immortal.
"Wow…."
Three top-notch handsome guys with different styles appeared at the same time, making the freshmen unable to resist. Some were already suffering from nosebleeds, and some had already fainted.
There was only one, Du Qingling, who was sound asleep, while Lu Xiaobao's round black grapes were turning gurglingly. He looked curiously at the three handsome guys with different styles. But there was no emotion in his eyes.