High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 800 Not only wins, but also shines beautifully

What's so delicious about noodles is that it's delicious with meat.

For a certain teenager who loves meat and dislikes.

It is really unbearable to endure half a month without meat and only drinking not much porridge that is the same as that water.

But who hurt her tongue?

Besides, it's been a week, is there still a week left?

The boy's rejection was within Yang Moyan's expectation.

He pulled his lips, but made it clear that he didn't want to pay any attention to this guy.

After lunch, he gave the boy medicine and took the boy back.
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At around one o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Zhaoxia went to the gymnasium.

She thinks that if she trains now, there will be no problem.

But Yang Moyan didn't allow it.

Lin Zhaoxia came here with the intention of coming to train.

Yang Moyan is exactly the opposite of the boy, and he came here directly to ask for leave.

The door of the gymnasium opened.

I saw Mo Cong and the team members were there.

As soon as the door opened, all eyes fell over there.

Mo Cong raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "Lin Zhaoxia?"

The team members were also very happy, "The deputy team is back."

"Welcome back."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Lin Zhaoxia raised her lips, "Long time no see, I'm back."

"How's the wound?"

Mo Cong is more concerned about this.

Lin Zhaoxia stretched out her tongue, still talking with a bit of a big tongue, but her voice was clear and pleasant, "It will be cured in a week, don't worry."

How could Mo Cong not be worried.

Although they didn't go to the scene, some of the team members in this issue have arrived at the scene.

Even if Mo Cong didn't go, he got a clear understanding of the matter from the forum and the players.

"Little princess... really broke up with you?"

Lin Zhaoxia smiled casually, "You don't need to worry about things like the captain, the matter between me and the little princess is more complicated, what will happen in the future, Lin Zhaoxia respects the little princess."

Mo Cong no longer brought up the subject.

Lin Zhaoxia raised her lips, the corners of her mouth curved into a faint smile, and her voice was clear and sweet, "Then captain, come to train."

Her voice just fell.

Mo Cong looked at her suspiciously, "The wound won't be touched? Otherwise, you should rest first."

Lin Zhaoxia raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when her wrist was suddenly pulled off.

She looked sideways, and heard an indifferent voice, "She doesn't train, please take a leave."

Lin Zhaoxia: "...Hello."

The sentence in his mouth, "It's only hurt on the tongue, not on the feet," was abruptly interrupted, and because Young Master Yang's words were blocked by his lips, he couldn't come out.

Yang Moyan glanced at the young man beside him who was hesitant to speak, and stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, "If you really don't intend to recover or continue to use your tongue like this, I won't stop you from training."

Lin Zhaoxia immediately silenced.

What a joke.

Who likes a big tongue?
If you don't recover, you won't even be able to eat meat.

But just such a sentence, in a short time, has already calmed the young man's eagerness to train.

Mo Cong nodded beside him, "Young Master Yang is right, the most important thing is for Xiao Xia to rest well."

The team members on the side also echoed in eagerness: "Yes, the deputy team, the body is important."

"We'll continue when you're really well."

"No hurry, no hurry, the deputy team will recover soon."

Lin Zhaoxia twitched her lips, what else could she do?He could only raise his eyebrows, and accepted those words helplessly, "When I come back, Sheng Yuan will not only win the competition between the two universities, but also perform beautifully."

(End of this chapter)