Super A, I was marked by a bamboo horse

"I accidentally ordered the wrong order—"

"I came out just to get a towel—"

Wu Xie and Ning Bo both spoke at the same time, looking at each other, the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Ning Bo pretended to be calm, picked up his cell phone, pulled the towel from the cabinet, entered the bathroom almost hastily, and closed the door.

Wu Xie originally wanted to explain, but seeing that Ning Bo was even more embarrassed than himself, he suddenly didn't feel embarrassed.

Ten minutes later, Xu Dong in the group became active again, and he threw out a link again.

Now Wu Xie has a headache when he sees the link.

Wu Xie: Then throw the link and then silence.

Xu Dong: Brother Xie, our school post bar is now starting to vote for this year's school grassroots. You have won the championship for two consecutive years. You can't be overwhelmed by others in the third year. You are now one point behind Ningbo in votes A lot of it.

Wu Xie: Boring.

Xu Dong: Now many people are canvassing for Ning Bo. There are also many people on Weibo, all of whom are fans of his second dad. He cheated.

Wu Xie: It doesn't matter

Xu Dong: Does it really matter?

Wu Xie: It's just a title, and it can't be used as a meal, and I always give newcomers a chance.

Ye Chuan: Brother Xie deserves to be Brother Xie, he is magnanimous!Then I feel safe and bold to vote for Ningshen.

Wu Xie:? ? ?

Wu Xie couldn't hold back at the end, clicked on Henghua's post bar, and saw Piaohong's school grass voting post on the front page.

Ning Bo's number of votes was overwhelming.

The Omega who claims to be his girlfriend's fan on campus is really unbelievable.

For several mornings, he was still clamoring that he was the only one in his heart, that he was the most handsome school girl in Henghua, and at night he called for people to vote for Ning Bo.

Omega's mouth, a deceitful ghost.

There was a knock on the door, Wu Xie stood up and opened the door.

Song Nian stood outside the door with a cold face: "My mother asked me to bring you some fruit."

Wu Xie originally wanted to refuse, but seeing that there were still seven or eight oranges on the fruit plate, she refused to eat them for nothing.

He took the fruit plate, thanked him, and was about to close the door.

Song Nian blocked him: "Wu Xie! How did Huang Mingyao provoke you, and you insist on targeting him?"

Wu Xie raised her eyebrows: "Little sister, you must speak with evidence. Which eye of yours saw me targeting him?"

"Basketball class in the afternoon." Song Nian said, "Didn't you target the school grass selection last time?"

"According to what you said, if you lose, you are targeting him. Then Ning Bo is also playing basketball this afternoon. This year, Ning Bo voted first in the school grass selection. So Ning Bo is also targeting him?"

"..." Song Nian stopped talking.

Wu Xie didn't want to quarrel with her too much, so she was about to go in with a fruit plate.

Song Nian stopped him: "You know I like him."

"Who is Li Ming?" Wu Xie asked sincerely.

When Song Nian gets angry, when he talks, he always doesn't distinguish between N and L.

Seeing that Song Nian's fist was about to hit, Wu Xie moved quickly into the bedroom and closed it with a bang.

Song Nian raised his foot and kicked the door hard twice, but Wu Xie ignored it.

Sitting at the computer desk, he brought an orange and prepared to peel it.

Xu Dong privately sent a message.

Xu Dong: The voting channel has been open for seven days, and now is the first day. It is uncertain when the situation will be reversed. Brother Xie, don’t worry, you will definitely be able to, that is, you will be behind by a few hundred votes per hour.

When Ning Bo came out, he saw Wu Xie crouching in the computer chair with his legs crossed, with an orange in his mouth, clattering on the keyboard, verbally attacking Xu Dong at a speed of 1 words per minute.

Wu Xie took down the oranges and peeled them slowly, without looking at Ning Bo: "The fruit plate that Song Nian sent over just now, if you want to eat, take it yourself."

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When it was time to go to sleep, Wu Xie took off his clothes and got under the bed in his shorts.

He has always disliked sleeping with his clothes on, and with Ning Bo here today, he kept one to show his respect.

Wu Xie lay on the bed while Ning Bo sat by the bed and changed his clothes.

Originally, when he came out, he was going to take a bathrobe and pajamas.

When he saw Wu Xie looking at his photo, he fled into the bathroom in a panic.

Only then did he realize that he forgot to take his pajamas.

Ning Bo reached out to get his pajamas, and found that Wu Xie, who had his back to him just now, was staring at him now.

"......"

Wu Xie looked surprised and envious: "You really have eight-pack abs?!!"

Ning Bo raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you check it just now?"

"That's different, seeing is believing." Wu Xie said without shame, "The picture is not high-resolution."

Ning Bo: "..."

Wu Xie touched his abdomen with his hand, he worked hard and only got four dollars.

In this way, he deliberately lifted up his short sleeves every day to show off.

As a result, Ning Bo, the owner of the eight-pack abs, is tightly covered every day.

There is really "talent" that doesn't show up.

Ning Bo couldn't bear to be stared at by his staring eyes, so he raised his hand and threw the shirt he took off just now, covering Wu Xie's head.

A clear scent entered his nose, Wu Xie grabbed the shirt off.

With his back turned to him, Ning Bo was slowly buttoning his pajamas.

"I haven't seen you before, so why are you embarrassed." Wu Xie leaned over: "We are all old men, I will take a look at you and you won't lose a piece of meat, you are coy, just like a girl."

Hearing this, Ning Bo turned his head and stared at him, the tear mole at the end of his eyes was breathtaking.

Ning Bo stood, and Wu Xie obediently half-kneeled on the bed.

Wu Xie's skin was very fair, and because of the close distance, Ning Bo could clearly see the very faint mole on the tip of his nose.

Like the cinnabar that has haunted my heart for many years.

"Brother Xueshen." Wu Xie acted obediently like a kitten with its sharp teeth and claws restrained, with a soft voice.

Ning Bo's heart skipped a beat, his throat was a little dry: "What are you doing?"

Wu Xie's eyes were as bright as stars, and she looked forward to it: "Let me touch your abdominal muscles."