Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me

Han Qilu, who has always been invincible, had a reddish cheek at this moment, and finally appeared the greenness he should be at his age.

Just less than 20 meters away from the two of them, a girl with shoulder-length short hair fell on An Chuxia and Han Qilu.

"Do you want to stand in that position too?"

Suddenly a voice sounded, and the girl quickly turned her head, just in time to see Marg with a deep smile on her face.

This innocent girl with shoulder-length short hair is Du Jianran.

Du Jianran lowered the look in his eyes, turned around and was about to walk away, Margot suddenly said: "You don't want to give up, do you?"

The originally gentle steps stopped, and she turned around and stared at Marg fiercely: "You are using me!"

Marg tightened her fingers, with a smile in her tone: "Don't say it so bad, we just get what we need."

"Take what you need?" Du Jianran sneered, frowning and said: "I don't understand. If you are for yourself, what good is it for you to separate An Chuxia and Han Qilu? That way, you are by Nangong Zifei's side. Your status will also be at stake. You are not afraid that after An Chuxia leaves Han Qilu, will he go to Nangong Zifei?"

After a word, Margot laughed: "Silly girl, you don't understand anything. You only need to do what you should do, if you really want to replace An Chuxia."

After speaking, Margot stopped talking nonsense, put away the smile on her face, turned and walked in the other direction. The expression on her face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

Du Jianran didn't understand anything at all!

Because I knew that even if An Chuxia did not leave Han Qilu, her status in Nangongzifei's mind would not be more important, so I wanted An Chuxia not to be happy!

Footsteps, faster and faster.

With a sound of a whistle, Han Qilu made a sure-win action against An Chuxia, and walked into the team.

I hope he wins, but that bet... is too irritating...

An Chuxia turned her head inadvertently, but just happened to see Margo turning and leaving. On the right side of where she was standing, Du Jianran stood expressionless.

The two of them...

The so-called foxes always show their tails. An Chuxia retracted his gaze, walked to Meng Xiaonan, and asked as if he hadn't seen anything, "Which class are they drawn to play?"

Meng Xiaonan covered his mouth and laughed: "I forgot which class it was. I only remember a fat man."

The cosmetic surgery of Han Qilu's class is extremely gorgeous. There are two figures, Xiao Mingluo and Han Qilu, not to mention, nine out of ten of Qilu belong to the basketball team, and all kinds of muscles make people take first place.

And the opposing team...

There are thin and small boys inside, but one of them... Liu Dongyu!

"Huh? So this kid is in this class." Meng Xiaonan shrugged and said: "The character is not good. These teammates are like little monkeys. It's strange to win!"

"Can you not say that it is so absolute?" An Chuxia glared at her and said, "Does Liu Dongyu have enemies with you? Let's just say a few words."

The cute little man has a big nerve, maybe he will never know that Liu Dongyu that silly boy likes her in this life. But when it comes to relationships, no one can be considered a high IQ. Even if it is a lover like Xiang Mankui, if Han Qilu didn't go to her that night, then she would just take care of her own life if she had done everything.

Meng Xiaonan was silent for a while, looking very unconvinced, and muttered softly: "The enemy who is not in the same team as Xiao Mingluo..."

Although the voice was soft, An Chuxia still listened to her without a word.

She tightened her sleeves, did not speak, her heart was overwhelmed. There is nothing wrong with Meng Xiaonan, who is on the opposite side of Xiao Mingluo, who she likes, is the enemy, even though that enemy loves her deeply.

But isn't it like this?

She didn't think about it anymore, many things, it's better not to think about it.

With the sound of the second whistle, the first round of the tug-of-war game officially began!

Among all the classes in the competition, Han Qilu is the most lively place with the most onlookers. The shouts of slogans are also the loudest. Although there were people on Liu Dongyu's slogan chanting "one, two, three," they were outnumbered and their voices were completely covered.

The first game was won almost without suspense, and the cheers were even louder than the slogans just now. Of course, most of the cheers came from girls.

Ten minutes later, the first round and the second game began!

Compared with the ease of the first game, Liu Dongyu's class actually resisted this sentence firmly. The blue veins on Liu Dongyu's neck were obvious and seemed to burst out. The two sides were in a stalemate for a long time, and it was still in a stalemate when the other teams had finished their games.

The teacher had to blow the whistle and judged that the round was a tie.

The crowd was in an uproar, and Meng Xiaonan unbelievably pulled An Chuxia's sleeve and asked excitedly: "Did their team just now have too many people, or how could it be able to resist for so long?"

An Chuxia seemed very calm, and said in a flat tone: "Because he underestimated the enemy. The first game was easy to win, so Han Qilu's team began to underestimate the enemy. If the tug-of-war thing is weak at first, it will be difficult later. Counterattack. Moreover, this round of their team is very eager for quick success and quick profit, the strength has made great, but the strength has not been used in one place, so it will be a tie. If the comparison just continues, it is very likely that Liu Dongyu's team will win ."

An Chuxia was very organized, and only then did Meng Xiaonan understand.

Looking over there, Han Qilu and Xiao Mingluo were already cursing.

Meng Xiaonan turned his head and asked humbly: "Is that the next game or Han Qilu's team will win?"

"I don't know." She replied categorically: "If it is the same as this round, it may still be a draw or even lose."

However, after the scolding by Han Qilu and Xiao Mingluo, it is estimated that this round will not be as chaotic as the previous one.

At the beginning of the third round, Han Qilu's team put all their strength in one direction, and Liu Dongyu slid in the opposite direction with the rope.

Yes, it is sliding.

The marble floor was already slippery. Watching the red cloth strip about to cross the line of Han Qilu’s class, the winner was about to be decided. At the most critical moment, Liu Dongyu’s sliding feet suddenly hit the ground with force. Leaning back hard, the sliding stopped!

Just one centimeter away from the line where the winner was decided, the sliding stopped.

"One, two, three! One, two, three!" The slogan became louder and faster, and Liu Dongyu's foot trembled.