i really don't want this system

Chapter 19 Ye Ning'er, the Chairman

The five strong electric shocks almost made Ye Mosheng's soul go out of his body.
I went back to the dormitory last night as tired as a dog, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Recalling the kiss yesterday, my heart fluctuated again, and a blind man could tell that a certain man was in heat.

Suddenly thought of something, and wondered why he was so stupid, did mom just call him casually?The problem is that Xu's mother looks at her in a really different way later on. Hey, what should I do if the legendary mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law? I'm not ready for the next relationship yet?

let it go.

The system is updated every morning, so hurry up and check the fan value, I was so busy yesterday that I didn't pay attention to the exchange.

Click to enter the host interface.

Host: Ye Mosheng
Sex: Male

Age: 18

Status: student
Fan value: 75673
Fame: 969 million

HP: 28/100
Constitution: 27/100
Physical fitness: 62/100
Appearance: 87/100
Body: 68/100
special: gray

Skills: (Advanced Skill Scroll)
Talent: A mortal talent scroll

Damn, it's amazing, brother, you actually have more than 7 fans, no brother, I actually have more than 7 fans.

What is this reputation and why is it so high?
Ye Mosheng actually didn't know that his three-line poem had already begun to ferment, attracting not only a few fans, but more fame. Every vote for No. 108 of the National College Online Love Letter Contest is worth a little fame. At this time, there are already more than 100 votes. million votes, three times the sum of all other votes.

Some people on the Internet have called it a new style of poetry, the three-line poem.And the Stranger is known as the "Father of the Triline."

This matter is silently fermenting.

The previous "Jin Se" began to officially enter the eyes of the masters. Some masters pointed out that according to the structure of the ancient prose, this poem seems to be incomplete, and they hope to see the complete work.

There was even a master who said that with just these four sentences, he had already reached the top level, and the whole poem might be close to super quality.

Then a video was uploaded in an instant. The poem may not be finished, but because the poet fainted on the spot, no one knew about it.

Netizens are even more worshipful, after all, whether a poem is good or not, you can tell at a glance.And this poem is captivating just by looking at it.

There are also criticisms that the author is too young and does not deny his talent, but his knowledge is too little and needs to be improved.

For example: Why is it fifty xuan, the ancient records only have twenty strings, even if there is no reason, it is only forty.

It's just that ancient poems are small after all. Although they shocked the whole circle, they are not as widely circulated as three-line poems.

Ye Mosheng didn't know all this.

It was the same place for breakfast, but the atmosphere was quite weird.

In front of Ye Mosheng were two girls, two beautiful girls.The smiles are very sweet, reminding Ye Mosheng of the phrase that there is a knife hidden in the smile.

No, it's a disaster for a beauty.

"Boss, three bowls of chaos, add coriander, uh, Mo Yiyi, do you want coriander?"

"I'll eat whatever you eat."

"Boss, put all three bowls." Ye Mosheng felt a little guilty.

"Master President, you're not waiting for me, are you?" Ye Mosheng gave Mo Yi a guilty look.

The more he watched, the more he felt that Mo Yiyi was familiar, not because of the kiss yesterday, nor because he was in a branch.

It seems that she has known each other for a long time, and she has an inexplicable sense of closeness to him. Could it be that she is in the missing memory, and the relationship is unusual? Think about it, it can only be a girlfriend.

"Of course, you have to know that tomorrow is the freshman party, and you are the only one I recommend. This is related to my reputation."

"Tomorrow? In such a hurry, don't you usually prepare for ten days and a half a month, don't you rehearse some time in advance?"

"I'm at ease when you sing"

"You are not afraid that I will smash your signboard, after all, it is different to be nervous on stage."

"It's up to you. If you dare to do it, I dare to take it. But of course there will be rehearsals. I will inform you when the specific time and place arrive tomorrow afternoon."

"This is the work "Praying for Buddha" you wanted." Ye Mosheng took out the result of last night.

"Ye Mosheng wrote the lyrics, Ye Mosheng composed the music, Mo Yiyi, Mo Yiyi?"

The chairman looked at Bai Yiyi suspiciously, and Bai Yiyi looked at Ye Mosheng suspiciously.

"Mo Yiyi helped me compose it, of course it's a joint work."

"When did you add it, Mo Sheng, I'm just helping to record it..."

"When you're not paying attention, Mo Yiyi, do you still distinguish me so clearly?"

At this moment, Mo Yiyi's heart was sweet, he didn't deliberately express it, but this sentence undoubtedly declared that their relationship was unusual.

Mo Yiyi nodded, the happiness in his eyes made the chairman a little bit apprehensive.

"Mo Yiyi, did you take him down?" Ye Ning'er put down her phone, whispered to her ears, her face full of surprise.

"Ye Ning'er, what are you talking about?"

"Your surname is also Ye?" Ye Mosheng brought over two bowls of wontons and looked at the president in surprise.
"My surname is also Ye? Who in the whole school doesn't know, Ye Mosheng,... am I transparent in front of you?" Ye Ning'er frowned, with a bit of resentment.

"That's not what I mean. I knew Ye Ning'er, one of the four freshmen's school belles, but I didn't know that you were the president."

Mo Yiyi pursed her lips and smiled.

"Haha, Ning'er, you lost? Let me tell you that my family doesn't know who you are."

"Hmph, your man, obviously I found out first, if it wasn't for me, how would you know him."

"You two know each other?" Ye Mosheng was stunned. I showed me the play last night. People in the city have deep routines.

"Let's get to know each other again, Ye Ning'er, Mo Yiyi's best friend," Ye Ning'er said generously.

"Okay, Ning'er, what are you doing so formally, eat quickly, we still have pop culture class later?"

"I really envy someone who sleeps and flies together. I have pity on me, shivering alone in the cold wind."

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, there isn't a single teacher chasing you, there are still half of them. There are many excellent ones, you pick slowly"

"Be less talkative, I don't know who complains every day that there is a big log in the back, and doesn't know how to strike up a conversation every day."

"Um, have I never talked to you before?" Ye Mosheng rubbed his nose, a child can't be taught.

"Haha, you still have the guts to ask, it's rare that you are so clear and refined." Ye Ning'er laughed loudly.

Mo Yiyi looked at Ye Mosheng with eyes full of resentment.

It's none of my business baby don't know anything

Ye Mosheng ate hard.

After dinner, he went for a walk with Mo Yiyi. Ye Mosheng felt that this morning was very fresh, and there was a romantic atmosphere in the air.

They walked into the classroom together, "Mo Yiyi, Ye Mosheng signed in successfully..."

Hundreds of eyes looked over, making the always low-key Ye Mo uncomfortable, but Mo Yiyi looked indifferent.

"Mozi, here!" Li Yu and the cheap man waved their hands behind the classroom.

Ye Mosheng was speechless, you two are monkeys sent by God to make trouble, you came to punish me on purpose, brother Xiaoxi will sprinkle you with dog food.

This is a good idea.

A wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Ye Mosheng inadvertently took Mo Yiyi's hand, and Mo Yiyi's whole body felt like an electric shock, and his previous indifference became extremely stiff.

"what"

"shush"

"The Goddess is just gone"

"Is the genius amazing?"

"Aren't you just a little more handsome than me?"

"... "

Seeing Ye Mosheng's slightly raised mouth, Mo Yiyi rolled his eyes...

Ye Mosheng led Mo Yiyi towards Li Yu and the others.

Li Yu and the cheap man look unloved

Sin, what are you calling him for, don't you think single dogs are not miserable enough?
Finally, under the fire-breathing eyes of Li Yu and the bitchy duo, Ye Mosheng took Mo Yiyi and sat nearby.

The holding hands, Mo Yiyi's shy face, and Ye Mo's smug smile filled the air like tons of dog food.

"Pfft, if you don't want to kill people, Ye Mosheng is so cruel to you!" The bitch men spurted blood in unison.

...

　There's a power outage, the phone's almost dead

　　
　
(End of this chapter)