Through the voice of the king of the net drifting

Hearing her words, Buer was still sitting there, the wind kept blowing his hair, he looked up at the stars in the sky, his eyes slowly opened, and a Milky Way merged inside, very bright, also Very mysterious, "I'm thinking of Tezuka! Your eyes, your eyes, your heart, tell me that you're thinking of him." He laughed, half joking, half serious, making it hard to figure out His current mood, and then, this is when he stood up. His thin body seemed a little weak, but no one could find any weakness in him. The seemingly thin young man was actually very weak. Very tenacious, he, Fuji Zhouzhu, will always bury himself deep

He is smiling, not close, not far away, his eyes are like the moon in the sky, bending a perfect arc

However, it makes people feel very comfortable, not ostentatious, nor indifferent

She stopped slightly and didn't refute.

"Let's go, Senior Fuji, it's very cold in the mountains at night," she smiled. It was a very calm voice, which slowly faded in the wind. It turned out that she had been indulging in her own thoughts, but she didn't know that everything had happened a long time ago. Is her performance really so obvious when she is seen by others?As time goes by, she still can't get out! How long will she have to wait until the day she forgets?

And behind him, the smile of two weeks, under the night sky, is still quietly blooming

The next day, when she woke up, not to mention the official team members of Qingxue, even the first graders got up early, and she was the only one, sleeping like a pig

She looked at the alarm clock next to her pillow, it was past 8 o'clock, she woke up really late

After getting dressed and washing her face, she walked out of the room, quiet, really quiet, everyone went out, she went to the kitchen, there was still no one inside, but the pot was still steaming, opened a open

Well, it smells good, but it's only a semi-finished product

She took a sip and put something in it slowly, very skillfully

A series of footsteps sounded, she turned her head, still holding a spoon in her hand, how early they came back

What about you, those first graders?Taocheng looked at her dully, he was right, Saya Otowa is a housekeeping idiot, but what is she doing now?Cook

she made stuff

Can I eat it?Will he be like Senior Qian? Thinking of this, the hairs on his whole body stand up, it's too scary, too scary, I can't even think about it, they have just finished training, it's not like they are going to go through this kind of training again. Torture and, he's so hungry, really hungry...

"Whoever comes first, let's let one person try it first, otherwise I'm really worried." Dashi Gan laughed, and he couldn't help but eat it, but who should be the experimental product is still up for discussion

Everyone is retreating and praying, don't be him, don't be him, being tortured by the senior's vegetable juice is bad enough, another soup, isn't it killing them?

Buer smiled, "I'll do it" He walked in from behind, looked at the pot of soup in front of him, took another spoon, put it in the pot, took a dip, picked up half a spoonful of soup and put it near his mouth, drank it down

He really gave face