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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Shen Qinghe's eyes fell on his thin lips, strange thoughts flashed through his mind, his cheeks were slightly red, and his expression was unnatural.

It's been a little unusual lately, so it's better to have less contact.

The people on the court looked at them with more inquiring eyes.

Wen Jingjing stood up to block their sight, and her eyes signaled to Shen Qinghe: "Let's go, let's practice."

Shen Qinghe took Wen Jingjing's arm and said, "Bye, brother."

She was reminding herself not to have any inappropriate thoughts.

Leave as if fleeing.

Couldn't help but look back, Jiang Yao was squatting on the spot, his eyelashes were slightly drooped, he seemed a little hurt.

Wen Jingjing squeezed her hand and said in an uncertain tone, "Do you think Jiang Yao likes you?"

Shen Qinghe blurted out without any hesitation: "How is that possible?"

She was more certain than anyone else that Jiang Yao would not like her.

Shen Qinghe once went back without telling everyone.

It was probably the first exam after transferring to another school. The change of environment, the teacher's dialect, and the rejection of her classmates made her at a loss.

After the results came in, the teacher came to talk to her.

She only half understood the teacher's instructions.

Seeing the teacher's mouth opening and closing, her head was buzzing, and she left the office in a daze and returned to the classroom.

Classmates gathered together in twos and threes and talked loudly, about their achievements, their future and their ideals.

She was alone.

Out of place.

Jiang Yao's face appeared in front of his eyes.

The heartbeat sound amplified little by little.

She wants to find him.

Once some thoughts enter, they can't go away.

She lied for the first time and told the teacher to go to the toilet without changing her expression.

After leaving the class, she trotted all the way, her pace getting faster and faster, her heartbeat racing, avoiding the teachers patrolling on each floor.

She was a self-taught person who had never climbed over the wall. When she landed, she couldn't stand firmly and sprained her feet. She got up and took a taxi straight to the high-speed rail station.

I limped back to the high school where I had stayed for two and a half years, and stood at the door, not daring to go in.

It was also the first time that she understood how timid it was to be close to home.

Squatting in the dark waiting for them to finish school.

I dare not take my eyes away from the door for a moment, for fear of missing it.

There was movement next to the wall, a rustling.

Jiang Yao and Lu Jinbai ran into her sight unpreparedly.

Several people jumped off the wall, and someone said: "Brother Jiang, do you like Shen Qinghe?"

She was silent for some reason, and her heartbeat could hardly be hidden.

Before Jiang Yao could answer, he heard Lu Jinbai's voice: "Get out of here, Brother Jiang won't like her even if there is only one girl left in the world, Sister Qinghe. She is a sibling. Do you understand, sibling?"

"Um."

It's Jiang Yao's voice.

He admitted it.

Lu Jinbai and the others were hanging around and playing around, while Jiang Yao was the only one who followed behind with his pockets in his pocket.

After they were completely out of sight, Shen Qinghe stood up, took off his limping legs and feet, and returned home.

The memory came to an abrupt end, and Shen Qinghe smiled bitterly: "They are just siblings."

"Every time he scores a goal, he will look at you." Wen Jingjing disagreed with her remarks.

"There are so many girls on the court, how can you be sure he is looking at me?"

Wen Jingjing was stopped by her question and didn't answer any more.

——

Back in the dormitory, Shen Qinghe lay on the bed for a long time, not wanting to move.

She didn't know what kind of shooting she was doing now. She couldn't be scolded by herself and had to have someone to support her, so she went to the monk group to check the news.

Heye: Hello, dear members, it is evening now, and an unknown puppy invites you to jointly defend the jungle disputes in the Canyon of Kings. Please enter the verification code: 1250 to participate in the event. If it is not your own operation, please ignore it.

Within two minutes, the phone vibrated.

Tizi: You two hundred and five?

He Ye: Fight? Fight?

Tip: If you don’t want to fight, go to Bearing and Yinhe.

He Ye: I am one of the top ten shooters in the national server. I died unexpectedly and became a waste, but a genius girl will not be sad because of this. I will log in tonight to witness the birth of a genius.

I don’t know what they were busy with. It took two hours before they responded to the message, but Shen Qinghe had already been pressed down on the floor of the Canyon of Kings and rubbed repeatedly.

Bearing: No. 1.

End the game quickly, pull the bearings and the galaxy.

As soon as they entered the room, Shen Qinghe turned on the voice changer and said with a voice: "Brothers, Xiao Ye is going to practice shooting today! Please don't curse others!"

Double damage.

Galaxy:? Your throat is stuck?

Bearing: Ono Ye? Little Grandpa?

Shen Qinghe coughed a few times, he would have known better than to learn the skills of the wild king from the Internet.

It returned to normal in the next second: "I'm practicing marksmanship today, so don't use combat heroes."

"Wait for me to change my number." After saying this, Xiongzhi withdrew, changed his number and came in, and continued, "I'm afraid of losing my winning rate."

"What do you mean? Do you look down on me, Shen?" Shen Qinghe expressed dissatisfaction. After all, he was taught by professional player Song Ci. "Look at Yinhe, he doesn't even change his number!"

Yinhe: I only have this number.

The implication is that you can't change it even if you want to.

Shen Qinghe held his breath and insisted on performing the operation to shock the whole audience: "You guys, watch it!"

Galaxy:?

Bearing:?

"Did I stop using the knife, or did you drift away?"

Entering the game, he picked the shooter Yu Ji instantly.

As a result, she was targeted by the opponent, and the opponent's shooter took an Irene to specifically restrain her.

Shen Qinghe blinked, a little panicked: "Good brothers! Who will switch with me?"

Bearing was afraid that her first shooter would be beaten into autism, so she was soft-hearted and wanted to change.

Yinhe: I’m a good brother when things happen, and I’m a good eldest son when nothing happens.

After seeing this sentence, the bearing stopped thinking about changing it.

Yinhe is on the fifth floor and has stated in advance that he will not play support even if he is dead, but there is still a support position left for him.

Shen Qinghe saw hope: "Brother, brother, I'm so embarrassed to let you help me! Let's switch?"

Galaxy: Are you laying eggs again?

Finally, I changed places with her.

There is a saying in The King: As long as the technique is good, any restraint can be broken.

Even though the shooter on the opposite side can restrain Yinhe, he can easily suppress it with the help of details.

So I won this game easily.

"Brother, you are so awesome!" Shen Qinghe couldn't help but praise him sincerely.

Yinhe: Don't call me brother.

Galaxy: There are no useless heroes, only useless summoners.

Shen Qinghe's face is full of black lines. This man has such a vicious mouth. Whoever likes him will be in trouble.

——

It's probably because Jiang Yao is too venomous, or maybe Zhou Cheng is afraid that he will really pursue his wife in the crematorium, so he can't help but remind him: "Don't be so venomous when you treat girls, be careful not to regret it one day."

Jiang Yao still had that clear look on his face and his usual drawl: "Will I regret it?"

joke.

During the closed-mic conversation between the two, He Ye secretly locked onto a shooter.

Jiang Yao was afraid that they would have another support for him, so he grabbed a jungler.

"Bearing, choose an auxiliary."

"Just call him brother, and call me by my first name?" Zhou Chengneng could guess that they both knew each other's identities, so it would definitely be awkward to call him brother.

She said no, but still took an auxiliary to protect her.

You have to pamper your sister, right?

Halfway through the game, Zhou Cheng's face became increasingly ugly: "Don't you think her playing style is very similar to yours, or similar to the Xiaojiu you taught her?"


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