Ye Ye College, the 72nd floor of the Sun Tower.
The sunshine is still very good, shining softly through the window lattice.
"Actually, I don't want to come here. After all, our two vice-presidents are there." Mo Xiaojing smiled and lay on the snow-white hospital bed, and explained with a pale face: "The swimsuit of His Highness the Third Prince" It must have been very destructive, and I will regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t see it with my own eyes.”
"I was just thinking." The second person said calmly: "When will the Student Government Association only have one ward left?"
She flipped through the pages of the book in her hand without raising her head: "Mex and women sleeping together or something!"
"The most annoying thing."
"I just feel that you are too lonely here alone." Mo Xiaojing smiled. His smile seemed to be endless, as if this handsome and warm skin was filled with smiles.
"Besides, I also brought you a consolation gift." He said, then shook his finger, "Dog Nose, guess what it is?"
Yibi flapped her nose gently, sniffing the scent that filled the air.
This special care unit is only for nursing care and does not require the use of disinfectants, so any sudden smells will not be able to escape here.
Although this intellectual beauty with a keen sense of smell has a pretty nose, a delicate white face, and a jade-like appearance, there is nothing strange about her, but she still slowly told her answer.
"The sweet smell of fresh cream is definitely no more than an hour old."
"Soft pastry, with aromatic fruit notes."
"The fruit should be cherries because the smell is a little bit sour and sweet, but just right."
"The smell of baking powder, the smell of toasted flour."
"That's it! Cherry Cream Cake!"
Yibi tells the smell she identified bit by bit, and then pushes towards the truth step by step. Her serious look is so hard to put down.
Mo Xiaojing looked at Yibi's small nose in disbelief: "It's really a dog's nose!"
If we let our imagination run wild, then the president and Captain Yibi are naturally lying together on a big snow-white bed, cuddling up there sweetly, affectionately feeding each other sweet treats, hand in hand, as if they are single dogs in the world. cake.
However, double hospital beds are not common in any world.
The cherry cream cake was placed between the two hospital beds. The snow-white soft cream was dotted with bright red cherries. It was on a white porcelain tray and silver knives and forks. The cake was evenly cut into pointed round-bottomed triangles with matching colors. It's so pleasing to the eyes that you can't help but whet your appetite just by looking at it.
Ibi held a sharp-cornered cake, carefully cut off a piece with a silver knife, and put it into his mouth. He was obviously very satisfied with the flavor of the cake. Then he picked up the teacup and used fragrant tea to dilute the sweetness of the cake in his mouth, and said with a smile: " Is there anyone the president likes? With such good craftsmanship, I have the urge to recommend myself as a pillow."
"Am I too kind?" Mo Xiaojing shrugged helplessly: "Why do you all like to tease me so much?"
"Because the president is very charming as a man." Yibi swallowed most of the remaining cake in one gulp, and the snow-white cream remained in the corner of her mouth.
"Aren't you chasing her with all your strength?" Mo Xiaojing smiled and said, "Rather than just hinting at teasing like this, my tolerance is limited."
"Because the president won't like us." Yibi shook her head and smiled: "Smart girls have some intuition. My intuition tells me that the president is waiting for a certain person."
"So, a smart girl doesn't want to be with you until the end of her life." Yibi stretched out her fingers to wipe off the remaining cream from the corner of her mouth, then stretched out her pink lilac tongue and licked the cream on her fingers little by little. , the voice was lazy and slightly charming: "So sometimes, smart girls just want to take a long bite and then leave."
"Twirl your finger and lick it."
Yibi did as she was told, licked it twice and felt something was wrong. She blushed for a moment and said coquettishly: "President, why are you like this?"
Mo Xiaojing laughed loudly and gave high fives, which echoed in the ward.
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Lan Liubing Castle.
As His Highness the Third Prince said, the competition will not end because of her fate, even if the girl in a swimsuit has already reached an astonishing level of lethality.
But for the Hellfire team members, they fell into a desperate situation.
Why despair?
It's not that darkness without any hope is despair, but that hope is right in front of you, but you can't even take a step forward, and you can't even touch it with a finger.
In the late summer, after Mo Xiaojing left the field, all members of the Friends team left their respective defensive positions almost spontaneously, allowing the Hellfire team to occupy the entire field.
Without defense, there is naturally no friction, and naturally there is no contest.
So naturally, what the Hellfire players had in front of them was a goal that no one else could defend, unlimited shooting time, and a score of zero to zero.
Although the time for shooting is almost unlimited, the time of the game is limited, so even if you score a goal before the end of the game, you will definitely win the game.
Besides, there is also the girl in white standing opposite, so a hasty conflict will still not bring any favor.
So although the only mysterious girl who stood in front of them had a faint sense of oppression from the bottom of her heart, since the hope was so close, she naturally couldn't give up trying.
But the attempt proved hopeless.
The nine members of the Hellfire team took turns shooting wildly without any defense.
However, who can score a goal under that girl's defense?
If you really want to think about it, maybe the only one is the girl named Weapon.
The Third Highness stood there quietly, with short fiery red hair swaying, eyes as bright as sunset staring ahead, three thin ice boards floating lonely beside her, but she did not try to enhance the goalkeeper's defensive ability. And given the tools.
She only used her plain white and slender left hand to easily block all the incoming balls.
Moreover, no space magic was used.
Look, the meteor dragged its long tail across the sky, and the sound of "swish-" breaking through the sky seemed like a roc flying through the sky at low altitude.
His Highness stretched out a hand to the upper left corner with an expressionless expression, raising her toes a foot. The ball quietly stopped spinning in front of her bare hand at that moment, allowing her to lower her arm casually and raise her wrist. The ball was returned to the opponent.
This wasn't a provocation, because she didn't mean to be sarcastic at all. It just felt like I caught the ball and gave it back to you.
The girl never seemed to try to understand the specific rules of the sport, she was just doing what a goalkeeper should do.
Block the ball.
Hand it over.
In these two things, she was meticulous.
Look, the blue flames filled the whole place, and the raging heat even caused the water to boil and raise mist. The ball, wrapped in the blessing of the flames, came in an attitude of burning up all things.
"Wow——"
The Third Highness still raised her hand slowly and stretched it flatly to the right. The flame was extinguished and the air became cool again. She lowered her arm, raised her wrist slightly, and handed the ball back to the opponent.
Her movements seemed unhurried, but even with such slow movements, she caught up with the ball that was faster than the wind.
Look, the darkness covers the field of vision, and the silent fog carries the ball forward.
The darkness covered everything and eroded everything, but she stretched out her hand forward and saw a ball coming from the end of the darkness and appearing on her hand, and the darkness shattered and melted.
Mo Ran looked at the beautiful girl in front of him whose expression had not changed at all and was as calm as water. He felt the supreme aura exuding from her body that almost made him worship him. He desperately thought about her possible identity in his heart, but he could not find anyone in the clan. Her counterpart in Number One.
With this thought in mind, he looked back at the team members.
The elites sent by the clan were all panting and sweating on their foreheads.
This wasn't just exhaustion, although trying to shoot endlessly like this was really exhausting, but more importantly, it was being suppressed by this girl's aura, which disrupted his mind and will.
"Who are you anyway?"
Mo Ran looked at her and finally couldn't help asking.
This girl's breath was not disturbed at all. She looked sideways at Mo Ran and answered quietly:
"Feel sorry."
"I don't know either."
"But." She carefully considered her words: "Yes."
"Let's do it."
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The seventy-second floor of the Sun Tower.
"He obviously can't hurt you." Yibi put down the silver cross from her mouth and asked curiously: "It's not like I haven't fought with him before."
"The aura is hidden very well." Mo Xiaojing shook his head and smiled.
"But are you me?" Yibi blinked and said seriously.
"I'm already injured, that's a fact." Mo Xiaojing simply lied, raising his hands to show the other person that he was lying on the hospital bed.
It's just that the girl with long blue-green hair didn't speak, she just stared at Mo Xiaojing, her eyes full of narrow-mindedness.
"Okay." Mo Xiaojing couldn't stand her gaze, so he spread his hands and begged, "Just do it on purpose."
Then, without waiting for Yibi to ask, he quietly said: "Because, someone will come."
"Who is your Majesty?" Yibi immediately thought of a suitable candidate. Although she was asking, her tone was affirmative.
"There is another weapon." Mo Xiaojing sighed: "If nothing else happens, Qian Mo will also show up at this time, because this is an occasion to show strength."
"So." Mo Xiaojing said with a wry smile: "No matter who they are, I don't want to meet them at this time, you know."
Yibi smiled and nodded, then took out an exquisite white stone chess box from under the pillow.
"In that case, the president might as well play a game of chess with me."
