The quick-pass system always wants to make trouble

Chapter 794 The Story of the Cultivation of a Scholarly Male God (1)

Chapter 794 The Story of the Cultivation of a Scholarly Male God (1)

#校园风云人:Following the scumbags without fear, 36 strategies are in the battle.

Friendly reminder: This plane——On how the heroine will learn from the scumbag male god and become an all-powerful academic master! #
[Name: Yuanqian.

Points: 490
Wanted value: -9000
Skills: No skills are acquired in this world. 】

With a cold face, Yuanqian glanced at the points and skills.

Oh hehe, what else can she say?
Anyway, got used to it.

got used to!
snort!
This boss is not unhappy.

I don’t know how to order fried chicken, melon seeds and cola popcorn…

Sensing Yuanqian's almost gloomy gaze, Mou Ling shrank his body. The chubby dog ​​hugged the fried chicken, took a bite, and smacked his mouth, looking like it was really delicious.

However, fortunately, Yuanqian found that her space has become larger, at least for now, it can accommodate her alone.

Yuanqian pinched his brows.

She seemed to be eager to enter the next world.

Because she wants to see him.

"Xiao Lingling, send me into the next world!"

Her pale crimson lips were tightly pursed, and her bright eyes shimmered a little.

Xiao Lingling was taken aback, [Okay! 】

-

The weather in March is slightly cold.

Yuanqian opened her eyes, shuddered, and glanced at her situation irritably.

Immediately, he cursed, MMP!

She was actually locked in the small bathroom. This is not the key point. The most important thing is that she was only wearing a piece of underwear on her upper body.

Her hair and body were still wet with water stains.

You don't need to look to know that she looks very embarrassed at the moment.

She hadn't received this body memory yet, and at the moment when Xiao Lingling was about to transfer the memory, she suddenly heard footsteps deliberately lightened.

Yuanqian's expression turned cold, and she quickly checked whether there was a hidden camera in the bathroom where she was. After confirming that there was no hidden camera, she stepped into the space.

really.

Just the next moment.

The bathroom door was kicked open.

Four or five female students in school uniforms, holding mobile phones with smiles on their faces, were about to take pictures when they froze for a moment.

The empty bathroom... and no one was there.

The leading woman's complexion changed, and her voice was harsh, "Go and see the next few rooms."

Several people searched the bathroom, but no one was found.

"……Depend on!"

The leading woman cursed, her eyes flashed unwillingly.

But also can only leave.

Yuanqian raised her eyebrows and smiled narrowly.

This boss is really getting smarter.

A certain speechless, […]

The boss is indeed witty, of course, if you can return the fried chicken in your hand to Ben Lingling, then you will be even more witty.

Yuan glanced at it lightly.

"Let me accept the memory in a hurry, you bastard!"

If it weren't for the quick response of this boss, he would have been caught almost.

Xiao Ling watched helplessly as he had less and less fried chicken, so he had no choice but to speed up the speed of memory transfer.

The owner of this body is Fang Yiyao.

A third-year student at No. [-] Middle School in City A.

He is also a well-known figure in the school.

Fang Yiyao's academic performance is good, and he is beautiful, so he was naturally chased by many people.

However, she rejected many suitors.

On the contrary, Zhou Jingyun, who is determined to pursue the school's top student.

Zhou Jingyun is a well-educated student with outstanding grades and the number one grade in ten thousand years. He is a student of this year, a myth that no one can break.

Since there is a first, then there must be a second.

And Fang Yiyao is the second child of ten thousand years.

No.2 every time, Huihui was suppressed by Zhou Jingyun!

(End of this chapter)

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