The E-sports Male God is a Girl: Master Chu, Please Don’t Tease!

Song Ci felt his scalp exploded.

She is the least good at comforting people. How can she do it? !

Song Ci touched the keyboard with his finger, and finally pulled out the card.

Offline.

What kind of comfort do you need for the big man, let's go blind and uncomfortable by yourself.

comfort?

No.

Throwing the card on the table, Song Ci stood up from the soft sofa.

I didn't feel it when I was sitting, but I also felt back pain when I sat up.

So, is this just playing games harmful to health?

After moving his body, Song Ci grabbed the white bathrobe on the bed and went into the bathroom to wash.

After lying in bed, Song Ci took out his mobile phone and prepared to set an alarm clock at ten o'clock.

After setting the alarm clock, Song Ci checked the communication software again to see if there were any unread messages.

As a result, it really did.

Gu Xiaocheng Naya sent her an invitation for dinner.

The time was four hours ago, just after ten o'clock.

Song Ci took a look at it, it was too late, but did not reply, turned off the phone and closed his eyes to sleep.

On the other side, I was blindly moved by myself, ready to say something to take me to hell, watching with a dazed expression that the Floating Great God in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he didn't react for a while.

After the reaction came, I was a little bit complicated in taking me to hell.

For the first time, I was moved on the Internet and prepared to say something touching. As a result, the confidant went offline when he said that he was offline, which caught him off guard.

After looking at the purple glove in the backpack, he decided to take me to hell. From now on, the Floating King will be his good brother. If anyone bullies the Floating King in the future, he will definitely not let others go.

After thinking about this, he took me to **** and was offline. He has no class tomorrow morning, but he is a little sleepy.

...

No dream for a night.

Song Ci was woken up by the alarm clock the next day.

Song Ci tried to stop the alarm clock with voice control, but the final result was that it had no effect.

After sitting up and turning off the alarm clock, Song Ci was finally fully awake and remembered that it is not in the Star Alliance now, but in the 21st century when the Internet has only begun to develop in history.

Yesterday, he didn't make an appointment with them in the game about today's online time. Song Ci got off the bed and went into the bathroom to wash.

After washing and changing clothes, it was only half past ten.

There is still a while before I invite Yun Feixiao to eat at noon, Song Ci thought for a while, took off the card reader on the laptop, and walked towards the classroom with the laptop in his arms.

Now in the past, I can still attend the class from 11:15 to 12 o'clock.

Learn?

Impossible, Song Ci has a strong curiosity about the retro school, so he is not disgusted with class.

The dormitory was a little far away from the classroom, and when Song Ci walked slowly over, there were ten minutes left in the penultimate class of the second and first grade.

This class is in English, and the teacher is a young woman in her twenties.

His name is Han Yanyao.

Han Yanyao has a fair complexion, a returnee, a wealthy family background, and a gentle and generous personality. He was dubbed by the students of Yanjing University as Yan Dabai and rich and beautiful.

In fact, the other party is indeed a white and rich beauty.

But these have nothing to do with Song Ci.

Holding the laptop, Song Ci walked into the classroom through the open door calmly, then ignoring the English teacher on the podium, and walked directly to the last row.

The English teacher Han Yanyao, who was writing on the blackboard with a chalk, paused, gritted his teeth while watching Song Ci's back.