Into the enchanting high school by mistake: training camp for handsome men

Chapter 166 Do you want to say: Abnormal, please 【4】

The young man with emerald green eyes was sobbing with his neat hair with two sticks sticking up, looking like a bullied woman from a good family.

But his eyes were following the moving plate, and his eyes were full of the fragrant curry rice. Another perverted hair stylist had already prepared his chopsticks and waited.

Three plates of rice were placed on the small table in the living room, Mo Suwan tremblingly stretched out her onion-like fingers, but was slapped severely by the chopsticks and shrank back.

"TAT is so hungry, so hungry, so hungry... Luo Xiaoyi, Luo Xiaoyi, I want to eat." The dark green-haired boy cried on the sofa with hazy tears.

I took a bite of the beef and said vaguely, "Yes."

"Then I'll..." Mo Suwan's outstretched hand was hit back by the chopsticks again, and this time he simply curled up into a ball.

"Go and wash your hands." The emerald green eyes lowered sadly, and the two dull hairs on the top of the head seemed to feel this atmosphere, and put on other hair sadly, the boy bit his fingers and dragged his slippers into the toilet.

In the background is the sound of two people eating, "Ji Liu" and "Ji Liu".

Afterwards, Mo Suwan rushed out of the toilet almost at a gallop, and then picked up the plate with his wet hands, eating like a hungry wolf, with domineering movements and no manners.

Bo Dubing put down the plate calmly, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully: "I'm full." He didn't look at Mo Suwan for almost a moment, but he walked towards the kitchen in a vain manner. go.

"One more bowl!" Mo Suwan held out his hand in the direction of Bo Ubing rightly holding the plate. Bo Ubing's back was suddenly plunged into darkness, as if he had suddenly lost meaning to life, and he took it with trembling hands. Looking at the plate that Mo Suwan handed over, his eyes inadvertently drifted over the rice grains at the corner of Mo Suwan's mouth, and it became much darker, and he staggered towards the kitchen.

Facts have proved that Mo Suwan is not only a nine-level disability, but also a real foodie.

I watched very calmly the fourth plate of curry on the table being swept away at a rapid pace, and Bo Yubing silently took out his wallet and started counting... Indeed, if this continues, it is not impossible for Mo Suwan to sit on the mountain and eat everything. Everything in the stomach fell into another dimension.

"One more bowl!" He stretched out his hand confidently.

I felt like I had a sudden headache: "No more."

"Oh? How come QAQ... isn't there a lot?" He gnawed on the plate and started to brew tears. Is Mo Suwan a creature made of tears?
"You devoured them all ==+" From two perspectives, creatures like Mo Suwan have been constantly testing my self-control ability.

"I'm not very good at eating..." He bit his finger.

"Get out! Who ate so much, could it be aliens?!" Bo Ubing and I immediately shot|killed the green-eyed creature named Mo Suwan with condemning gazes.

Mo Suwan lay on the sofa with tears streaming down his face and continued to sob.

"Luo Xiaoyi, on your hair..." Big warm hands are stroking my hair, like the temperature of Senior Uemori, but without his coldness.

"Let go of my hair...pervert!" Bo Yubing was knocked over on the sofa by a giant pillow.

"...I just want to get the dirt off your hair." So wrong TAT...

But the temperature of that big hand... really seems to be Fuka Uemori's hand, Luo Xunyi, what are you thinking?Has your mind been completely taken up by that dark-haired, indifferent man?

(End of this chapter)