Chai Wei used to be very protective of his image, but now he’s generous to make friends.
With answers to copy, Duan Shigang would definitely write: "Ah Wei, thanks a lot! You’re really nice!"
He said proudly, "Hey, with the paper to copy, even if Gao Heshuai ambushes in class, I won’t be punished to stand outside. That’s real loyalty!"
Chai Wei was polite, deliberately making friends: "We’re all brothers."
These words really touched Duan Shigang’s heart. Brotherhood dreams cannot be forgotten~ That was his regret, his unfulfilled Jianghu dream!
Duan Shigang reciprocated: "Ah Wei, I’m not just saying this, with your serious attitude, the math class representative is definitely yours."
Chai Wei’s heart sank, thinking of the math committee position stripped by Gao Heshuai, he was in a bad mood now, dismissive: "Just a math class representative."
Duan Shigang saw he was indifferent and added: "A math class representative is not worthy of you, brother. In my opinion, in Class 8, only the position of class president is worthy of you."
Chai Wei loved hearing that, ’Yeah! If I’m going to do it, I’ll be the best class president!’
Defeat Xin Youling, seize the class president position, oust Dan Kaiquan, suppress Zhang Chi, drive away the Four Golden Flowers, defeat Jiang Ning, win Bai Yuxia, and finally, reign supre over Class 8!
Step by step, reaching the top!
This was Chai Wei’s ideal!
So, he would definitely seize the class president position!
He felt a bit sorry: ’Sorry, Xin Youling.’
Duan Shigang was copying the paper while bragging with Chai Wei, under Chai Wei’s deliberate friendship, his skill was still high, after all he had made good relations with many people before.
"Hahaha, Ah Wei really gets !" Duan Shigang slapped his thigh with laughter.
Suddenly, a voice floated in from the door: "Enjoying your laugh?"
Gao Heshuai, with bulging eyes, appeared at the door of Class 8.
Duan Shigang shuddered with fear.
Two minutes later.
Duan Shigang and Chai Wei went to the back row to stand as punishnt.
A minute later, as the preparatory bell rang, Xin Youling entered the class, finding two students standing in the back row, even though the bell had rung, they remained standing in the back.
Xin Youling was puzzled, so she asked: "Why don’t you go back to your seat?"
Chai Wei forced a smile and said: "We have a reason we can’t go back."
Xin Youling’s tone was sincere: "If you have anything, you can tell the class president."
Chai Wei felt worse hearing this.
...
One day passed quickly, and it was almost ti for evening self-study to begin.
Cui Yu rushed into the classroom, cursing: "Damn, played a ga of LOL outside, lost terribly."
Wang Longlong: "Fight again tonight, let’s see you play the ga."
Cao Kun asked: "What’s your rank?"
Cui Yu: "Quasi-diamond."
Cao Kun was puzzled: "Huh?"
Cui Yu explained to him what quasi-diamond ant, and only then did Cao Kun understand.
Cao Kun said: "Our ranks are about the sa, I’m platinum too."
Cui Yu: "The highest rank in our class should be Brother Ma, King rank."
He admired Ma Shicheng’s gaming skills, boasting to Cao Kun about Brother Ma’s record and all kinds of coback cases.
Passing by, Dong Qingfeng heard and didn’t care, as a single-player ga enthusiast, he retorted: "He just plays more gas, which is why he’s King rank."
Cui Yu chuckled: "Get up to platinum first before you talk."
Dong Qingfeng also chuckled: "There used to be soone who played CF and mocked my skills. Later, after I got familiar with the controls and Pk’d with him, he stopped talking."
"Oh right, I play Battlefield." Dong Qingfeng said nonchalantly.
Dong Qingfeng brought up Dota to crush LOL, arguing with Cui Yu, neither could convince the other.
Cui Yu told Dong Qingfeng to try playing LOL, Dong Qingfeng said it’s a garbage ga and refused to play.
Finally, the topic turned to gaming talent, in rebuttal against Dong Qingfeng, Cui Yu stated: "Gaming skills are not sothing you train, without talent, no matter how well you play, it won’t work, and Brother Ma is just that talented."
Dong Qingfeng again stated, Ma Shicheng just plays a lot.
Wang Longlong observed the situation, then went back to report to Ma Shicheng: "Brother Ma, Dong Qingfeng is too arrogant, he doesn’t respect you."
Ma Shicheng was playing Clash of Clans and laughed, "No problem, he’s been looking down on for a long ti anyway."
Ever since the start of school, Dong Qingfeng had disdained Ma Shicheng and the others, once even openly saying that with Ma Shicheng’s grades, he was absolutely dood.
Wang Longlong asked, "You can stand it?"
After so thought, Ma Shicheng said, "How about this, you post an event on the Fourth Middle School forum to collect the number of female players and vote for the most beautiful female player."
Wang Longlong clapped his hands, "Great, great, great, luring soone into a trap!"
He imdiately set to work.
...
The highest configuration requirent for gas is good friends.
No matter how bad a ga is, as long as you have a group of good friends to play with, comparing, arguing, you can still have a great ti.
Xue Yuantong listened in on everyone’s debates and felt that LOL seed more fun.
On the way ho, she told Jiang Ning that they should duo queue tonight and soar across Summoner’s Rift.
Jiang Ning readily agreed.
As a result, when Xue Yuantong got ho, she didn’t look for Jiang Ning, but instead went to Chuchu’s house.
Jiang Ning used his Divine Sense to find out what she was up to.
At that mont, in Chuchu’s bedroom, the lights were bright, and the atmosphere was cozy.
Xue Chuchu’s slender, fair fingers gently opened a transparent box, revealing a four-inch mango and dragon fruit cake.
"Wow!" Xue Yuantong was particularly surprised.
She never thought, the usually stingy Chuchu, actually bought a cake to bring ho!
Oh my god, has she mutated?
Xue Yuantong raised her small hand to touch Chuchu’s forehead, not feverish?
Xue Chuchu’s usually cool and aloof face was gone, replaced by a slight warmth, "Saw it on the way ho, so I bought it."
"Boohoo, Chuchu you’re the best!" Xue Yuantong said, "Much better than Jiang Ning, who even snatched my candy during evening study, he’s so an."
Xue Chuchu thought to herself, ’But Jiang Ning has bought you more cakes.’
The cake-cutting part involved a tricky problem, how to divide it evenly into three pieces.
Xue Yuantong suggested, "Why not cut it into four, I’ll eat two pieces, doesn’t that solve the problem?"
Xue Chuchu: "..."
She ignored Tongtong’s greedy words and determined to try her best to divide the cake into three pieces.
After cutting, Xue Yuantong held a piece of cake happily and went out, "I’m taking this to Jiang Ning."
She was so happy that she didn’t notice the stool by her feet and accidentally tripped, and it looked like the cake was about to fall to the ground.
In a state of ergency, to prevent the cake from going to waste, Xue Yuantong slapped the cake onto her face.
Quick-witted Chuchu caught Tongtong, preventing her from falling.
When Tongtong turned around, Xue Chuchu couldn’t help but laugh when she saw her face.
She hurried to find so paper towels to help Tongtong wipe.
Xue Yuantong, feeling glum, muttered, "Do I look terrifying now?"
Xue Chuchu fetched a mirror for her to see for herself.
In the mirror, Xue Yuantong’s eyes were wide open, her little face covered in cream and dragon fruit, like a thick layer of makeup; due to the blood-red dragon fruit, she looked as if she was bleeding, creating a horror effect.
Xue Chuchu sympathetically offered, "Let help you wipe it off."
Xue Yuantong raised her hand to stop her, "Wait, I want to go scare Jiang Ning!"
She strode out arrogantly.
Next door, Mr. Qian stepped out to check on his prized tricycle, and with one unintended glance, he caught sight of the horror-like white-faced blood person in the night, frightening him so much he jumped on the spot.
Xue Yuantong didn’t stop, floating into Jiang Ning’s small courtyard like a shadow.
Jiang Ning was inside sipping tea when Xue Yuantong suddenly burst in, fierce and frightening, "Kekekeke, it’s your ti!"
Instead of being scared, Jiang Ning laughed and pointed at Tongtong.
Xue Yuantong was very frustrated, she rushed over intending to continue scaring him.
Jiang Ning raised his hand, wiped Tongtong’s little face, feeling the smooth, bouncy texture, his hand now coated in cream.
Then, he pressed his cream-covered finger to Tongtong’s lips, and she instinctively wanted to bite him but then tasted the delicate sweetness.
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