Super Dimensional Exchange Group

"Where did you hear this kind of gossip?" Mo Bai turned his face and asked suspiciously, "I want to confess to Zhang Zihan? Do you even believe in such myths and legends?"

"Of course I don't believe it." Zhang Meng shook his head and said, "But there are rumors like this everywhere in our school's second-grade chat room. You even gave up Miss Lan for her sake."

"MDZZ!" After a moment of silence, Mo Bai pouted. "It's not just Zhang Zihan, but he actually got me involved with Lan Jingjing? I have absolutely nothing to do with that young lady, okay. Which fool made the rumor?"

"This, I really don't know." Zhang Meng was stunned and said, "When I logged into the school chat room yesterday, there was already a lot of excitement. By the way, don't you know?"

"I didn't look, I'm too lazy to look."

How can there be a "different dimension communication group" in the chat room of the school, the two are completely incomparable. Maybe Mo Bai in the past really liked to roam in the chat room, but now there are flying penguins, who still uses the chat tool in this world.

As they spoke, the three of them had already entered the classroom at the same time.

Hearing that her brother seemed to have a rumored girlfriend, Wang Ningyan didn't say anything at all. Not even a hint of worry. In her cognition, there seems to be no sense of crisis at all. Perhaps, there is also a kind of blind self-confidence, no matter how many women my brother has, it is impossible for him to abandon himself? !

"Wow, who is this mysterious guy who wraps himself so tightly?"

"Is it Wang Mo Bai, is this... sick?"

"Maybe it's embarrassing to meet people?"

"Well! After all, there are such rumors!"

As soon as he entered the classroom, Mo Bai felt a pair of dazzling eyes directed at him.

"Mo Bai! Mo Bai! Are those rumors true?" Suddenly, a pair of strong arms rested on Mo Bai's shoulders. And, still shaking his body vigorously. "You really want to confess to Zhang Zihan? Wow, are you that strong?!"

"Shut up, muscle monster."

Mo Bai patted the opponent's arm casually. "You believe in anything, are your brains mushy?"

Muscle Strange is the nickname of the boy with the Chinese character face in front of him.

Although it hit like a bison, he chose a very elegant name, Zhao Xuanyi. Sometimes, Mo Bai felt that he and Zhang Meng were born in the wrong place. It seems logical that the two of them exchanged their names with each other.

"Eh? Is it fake news?" Zhao Xuanyi touched his head with a confused expression. "I originally thought that you were going to confess, and I have prepared a gift for you." With that, he took out a pair of boxing gloves like a conjuration.

? ? ? ?

Mo Bai was stunned, Zhang Meng was also stunned, and the other students in the class also widened their eyes. God confessed to give boxing gloves, this is really quite creative!

In an instant, the entire class fell into a state of silence.

Only Wang Ningyan took the gloves curiously, put them on his hands in front of everyone, and put on a boxing stance. "Very good, brother. Why don't you try it?"

"Don't do this, take it away." Mo Bai took a deep breath and walked to his seat. Head with hands.

What kind of school did Laozi go to, what should I do when I suddenly want to go home?

The school bell rings.

Mo Bai didn't hear a word in the whole class, as if he was wandering in the world. In fact, his inner mood swings are very violent! He is envious, and envy drives people crazy! He envied Ying Lili and the others being able to log in to Penguin with their mobile phones. In this case, the class will be able to water groups!

Ah so annoying!

I am a college student, why should I go back to high school? And I have the power of the ancestor of the vampire! Immortal, what is the class for?

In this contemplative mode, the lessons gradually come to an end.

"Wang Mo Bai! Someone is looking outside!" Mo Bai heard a call from the door just after class was over.

Full of curiosity, Mo Bai walked out of the classroom and caught sight of three girls in fancy dress. One thin and two fat, all fluffy head, smoky makeup, colorful pantyhose.

The person in charge, Mo Bai knows... Zhang Zihan, known as Nanchuan High School's "Thousand People Kill", male tickets are exchanged every three days, since she entered the school, no man has been with her for more than three days. In Mo Bai's view, this is also a remarkable achievement.

"You are Wang Mo Bai?"

Zhang Zihan crossed his chest with both hands and asked in a very proud manner. "Since you want to confess to me, why do you have to wear glasses and a mask, take it off and show it to me!"

Sure enough it was for this.

Mo Bai raised his brows and said, "You seem to have made a mistake. I didn't mean that."

"I know what you mean." Zhang Zihan sneered and said, "You're afraid I'll disagree and make you embarrassed in front of your classmates, right? Hmph, poor machismo. Now, show your true face. Come and show me. Maybe, I'll give you a chance?"

This girl is a little too narcissistic. Give me another chance? Why don't you go to heaven?

Mo Bai slandered to himself, but gave the other party a little face on his face. "It's not suitable for you to take off your mask. As for the rumors, you don't have to take it seriously. If there are no other things, so be it."

"What's wrong, I don't think I can see anyone!"

"How ugly this has to be, I'm curious!"

Zhang Zihan's two little valet immediately started booing, and they were about to step forward to pick up Mo Bai's mask. And Zhang Zihan is still holding his chest with both hands, as if watching a play.

Madan, are you still doing it?

Mo Bai originally thought that the other party was a girl, and planned to save them some face, but since they didn't want to save face, they couldn't blame him. She moved her body half a step back, raised her wrist with one hand and grabbed the girl on the right, and pulled it gently.

pat.

The bodies of the two girls collided. Their weight itself is called obesity, and the interaction between the two is comparable to the scene of a car accident. *