God level funny comparison system

"Hey! Dead pervert, do you have a conscience?" Nuo Wan'er was stunned for a moment when Zhang Long scolded her face, then got up with a splash, and shouted at Zhang Long with teary eyes, "Hey, man So, isn't it just to help you cover up. People are not good at lying since they were young, and you don't let them tell the teacher the truth, then, then I was in a hurry, so, just made up such a reason, you, you still scold people Family... woohoo, you don't even know how uncomfortable people feel when they tell a lie, and you will feel guilty."

The more I said it, the more sad it became, the tears burst into tears, and even my voice became miserable.

All of a sudden, the eyes of all the students in the classroom were attracted to the two who had always been rated as the best deskmates.

Looking at Nuo Wan'er's pear blossom with rain on her little face, Zhang Long grinned, and his heart softened immediately. Although this girl's thinking is different from ordinary people, she is really good to herself. She follows wherever she goes, and says she wants to be her brother It's not easy for a delicate little girl.

"Cough," coughed lightly, Zhang Long wrinkled his face, and said in embarrassment: "Okay, don't, don't cry, I just said it so casually, I didn't mean to blame you."

"It's so loud even if you say it casually, I'm scared to death by you, woo woo..." Nuo Wan'er cried even harder, feeling out of control, feeling the eyes of people around her, Zhang Long couldn't sit still Ning, as if he was bullying a little girl.

"Damn pervert, you have no heart. He will travel thousands of miles to help you fight. He is a girl who likes to play with you, but you treat him like this. Woohoo...my father will beat you to death if he finds out. ...Woooo...I'm going to find the teacher..."

Raising a pair of small hands and rubbing her big eyes, Nuo Wan'er was going to find Luo Shuang as she spoke.

"Hey, hey," Zhang Long quickly stretched out his hand to hold Nuo Wan'er, and said helplessly, "Grandma, it's okay if I'm wrong, as long as you don't cry, you can do whatever you want."

"What did you say? Woohoo..." Turning her head, staring at her teary eyes, Nuo Wan'er asked in a crying voice.

"Well, I said so." Zhang Long nodded.

Seeing that Nuo Wan'er's smooth eyebrows suddenly turned into a pimple, she raised a tender finger and touched Zhang Long's head, and at the same time shouted angrily: "Let you scold others! Let you have no conscience, let you bully me!" girl..."

While shouting about Zhang Long's crimes, Nuo Wan'er poked Zhang Long's forehead fiercely with her little hand, and Tangtang Long brother kept falling back from being poked, like a tumbler.

A handsome face was already numb, feeling that the whole world was not good, and roared in his heart, God, what did I do wrong!You have to send such a talent to torture me!
"Okay, I'm not going to be angry anymore, I'm going to monopolize your pillow today." After poking her a few times, Nuo Wan'er finally calmed down, pouted her mouth, pouted her stomach, and pointed to the pillow in Zhang Long's closet.

Like a mummy, Zhang Long mechanically reached out and pulled out the pillow and handed it to Nuo Wan'er with a sad expression on his face.

"Ha, good brother!" Taking the pillow, Nuo Wan'er patted Zhang Long's shoulder, then bounced back to the seat, put the big white pillow on the table, and put a pair of lotus root Arms and little head rested on the pillow.

Turning back lazily, looking at Nuo Wan'er who had closed her eyes and enjoying a smile on her face, Zhang Long closed his eyes and sighed, a sad song sounded in his heart.

"Do you think it's easy for me? I owe you in my previous life..."

Today, Zhang Long is doomed to not go well.

Putting his head against the stiff desk, he finally finished all the lessons in the morning. After class, Zhang Long was called to the office by Luo Shuang.It was another shocking flicker of weeping ghosts and gods. This time, Zhang Long didn't dare to go astray. With a serious and deep sad expression on his face, he lowered his head and repented to Luo Shuang with a very pious attitude. During the hour, Zhang Long felt that he said that I was wrong hundreds of millions of times. In the end, he fooled himself, as if he was really wrong, and his eyes were full of tears.

After that, Luo Shuang stuffed all the traditional Chinese virtues into Zhang Long's mind with a condescending posture and a tone of threat of force, and then he gave up.

When Zhang Long came out, he felt that his whole mind was flipped, groggy, and dizzy, so he gave up the plan to go to the gravity room, went directly to take a shower, ate a meal, and returned to the dormitory .

The fight between the students and the teacher really didn't end well. Once they met Luo Shuang who was serious, they would die miserably.

In the dormitory, Xu Xianlong and Yu Fanjian didn't come back, they were probably still soaking in the gravity room. Ever since the Warming Spirit Blood Medicine developed by Dynasty, these guys have been having a hard time practicing.

Yao Zicheng is practicing right now, one hand is tied with a white bandage, but he still holds on and squeezes out a seal, sitting cross-legged on his bed, breathing deeply.

There was a faint milky white breath floating in the room, slowly flowing into Yao Zicheng's body along with his breath, his body was also shining with bright white light.

It's just... Zhang Long feels that there is something wrong with this guy's cultivation?

Trying not to make a sound, Zhang Long walked slowly in front of Yao Zicheng, and found that Yao Zicheng was frowning, with beads of sweat oozing from his face, and his long face was distorted, looking very painful.

His eyes fell on him again, and there was a layer of bright white brilliance on the black school uniform. The brilliance was beating wildly like a shallow layer of water, as if it was about to boil. The beating was not very cheerful, but rather Like a person stuck in a swamp struggling.

"Damn it." Zhang Long's heart skipped a beat. This guy's mind has been lost, but he is still trying to break through his cultivation. Something will happen.

"Hey, wake up!" Without hesitation, Zhang Long put his hand on Yao Zicheng's shoulder and called softly.

"Uh……"

With a shudder, the white light all over Yao Zicheng suddenly became disordered, his face flushed, a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then the white light on his body spun wildly, obviously a phenomenon of energy backlash.

"Damn it!" Zhang Long stared, not caring so much, and touched Yao Zicheng's eyebrows with one hand, and a tyrannical mental force immediately entered Yao Zicheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Long face, wake up, it's me, Zhang Long!" A loud voice sounded in Yao Zicheng's sea of ​​consciousness. For a moment, his sea of ​​consciousness, which was in chaos, trembled suddenly, and then gradually returned to calm.

"Huh... plop." The redness on his face faded quickly, Yao Zicheng exhaled a foul breath, then his body softened, and he fell on the bed naturally.

The milky white atmosphere in the room gradually disappeared, and it was near dusk when the warm sunset outside the window shone in, decorating the house in red and yellow colors, just like the scenery in a watercolor painting.

"Brother Long, you're back." Lying on the bed, Yao Zicheng took a few breaths before opening his eyes, and smiled silly at Zhang Long.

"Your sister, it's a good thing I'm back, otherwise you're in serious trouble today." Zhang Long gave Yao Zicheng a white look, "Is your head squeezed by the door? Don't you know the big taboo of cultivation?"

Hearing this, Yao Zicheng's eyes dimmed, and Zhang Long sat down on the opposite lower berth, took out two cigarettes, threw one to Yao Zicheng, and lit one himself.

"Brother Long, I seem to like someone." Yao Zicheng murmured when the light blue smoke drifted away in the room.

"Heh," Zhang Long glanced at Yao Zicheng, laughed and said, "I knew it must be spring during the practice, otherwise this would not have happened."

"But it's not like this. Have you never been in a relationship, or have you never seen a woman, is it worth thinking about it when you are practicing?" After a pause, Zhang Long asked again.

Yao Zicheng grinned, a blush appeared on his pale face, he glanced at Zhang Long, and said awkwardly, "Her, her name is Ling Bixue."

"Wait?" Zhang Long frowned suddenly, blinked his eyes and thought, "Ling Bixue? Why does it sound so familiar to me?"

"Just Ling Bixue who threatened to carry the banner among the girls." Yao Zicheng muttered again, blushing even more.

"Oh..." The cigarette butt held by Zhang Long was surrounded by blue smoke, he nodded suddenly, and muttered, "It's the one that dumped the dynasty."

"Yeah, that's her, she's so beautiful." Yao Zicheng couldn't help getting excited, and when he mentioned the word "beautiful", there was a coquettish smile on his face.

"My mother," Zhang Long said depressed, "Your head is squeezed by the big iron gate, who do you like? Do you like her?"

"She knows that I'm in the same dormitory with you, so she often asks me to help her say nice things in front of you, and then, and then I can't help it..." Yao Zicheng hesitated to speak, and lowered his head embarrassedly.

"I couldn't help being seduced by her, right?" Zhang Long took a deep breath and fell silent after saying a word.

Ling Bixue, what on earth do you want!

Frowning, Zhang Long suddenly felt a little helpless in his heart, what can he do to make so many girls give up.Forget about other things, but Ling Bixue, Zhang Long really doesn't like her, if it wasn't because she was a girl, Zhang Long would have cut her when he played with the Dynasty last time.

He's so handsome, there's nothing he can do about it.

"Oh, by the way, her brother Ling Bixiao said he wanted to challenge you, but I accepted it. I've already told him that if I beat him, his sister will be my girlfriend." Yao Zicheng sat up suddenly and said.

Zhang Long opened his mouth, cigarette butts stuck to his lips, looked at Yao Zicheng feebly, and said after a long time: "You have a long face, how old are you? Ling Bixiao is just Ling Bixue's brother, you are her father, can you make the decision?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Long's heart also tightened, thinking of Lin Yanran, Ling Bixiao is not Ling Bixue's elder brother and cannot make decisions, but Lin Tian is Lin Yanran's father, he and Lin Yanran...

Shaking his head, Zhang Long stopped thinking about this troublesome thing, pointed at Yao Zicheng, and shouted: "I'm not in the mood to challenge him, I want to call him to find me, and don't go, you are not someone else opponent."

Ling Bixiao is the banner of the senior year, the only banner of the entire senior year, and there is no comparison in terms of age alone. He is probably already graduated and working now, so Yao Zicheng can't deal with it.