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The average level of the five members of the Immortal Team was significantly higher than that of everyone else except Lin Xiaoshu.

In addition, Lin Ling Lao played some things like stealing towers, stealing operations, 3 catch 1 and so on.

Even if Lin Xiaoshu can react, the other team members have to take a beat.

"People who play tactics are dirty!"

Lin Xiaoxian roared incompetently, but he understood the opponent's way.

After reading the file, Lin Xiaoxian resumed BP and predicted some possible actions of the opponent.

In the end, under the leadership of Lin Xiaoshu, the Hushubao team easily took control of the situation.

"Zero seal!"

"4:0, hahaha!"

"Little Book is amazing!"

"It's the book protector who is amazing!"

"No, it's Xiaoshu's big brother."

"It's not right, it should be that the Banished Immortals team is too good..."

Amid the cheers, while Lin Ling was still comforting a few children, Lin Xiaoxian almost ran away from here.

In order not to stay for a long time, the charm value will be deducted again.

"Brother, I'm going home late at noon."

"Is there a problem?"

Lin Xiaoshu pointed at a small boy who was born in white: "This is the organizer, we are going to his store to get the prize~"

Lin Xiaoshu is a well-deserved MVP.

The mvp prize is a cat.

Lin Xiaoxian licked his mouth excitedly, there will be a cat at home from now on!

Muppets, synonymous with furballs.

What a wonderful creature.

If this succeeds, it must be slapped for two or two cents first.

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On Monday morning, Lin Xiaoxian took out a red bow from his backpack.

[Prop: bow]

[Quality: Purple]

【Quantity: 1】

[Description: A gift from a elementary school student of Death, which can imitate the voice of any familiar creature]

This is what you get after completing the championship mission.

He put the bow in his throat, and the bow was invisible as if it had turned into air, and there was no strange feeling on his neck.

He imagined Gu Xiaoyan's appearance in his mind. He supported his chin with one hand, covered his mouth with his fingers, and then squinted at Zhou Jia:

“Jia Jia~”

Zhou Jia, who was reciting the words, covered her ears subconsciously, then put down her hands and looked up in surprise.

"Xiaoyan?"

It is said that boys are naive, and Lin Xiaoxian is very happy at the moment.

I am deeply amused by Zhou Jia's ignorant reaction.

After Sister Jia bowed her head again, Lin Xiaoxian imitated Gu Xiaoyan's voice and said:

"Jiajia~Why are you ignoring me~"

Zhou Jia looked up and said, "Lin Xiaoxian, did you hear Gu Xiaoyan's voice?"

Lin Xiaoxian frowned: "No."

That thing got a little spooky.

Zhou Jia's brows furrowed slightly, feeling a little cold on her back.

"What's the matter, sister Jia, is it cold?"

"Ah."

Lin Xiaoxian took advantage of the situation and took out a canvas box in the style of the Republic of China with a smile.

"Give."

"what is this?"

Zhou Jia opened it, a dark blue shawl.

The quality is very good, the workmanship is excellent, and the materials are solid.

It is not comparable to the one bought with Zheng Wen.

"you try?"

Zhou Jia didn't want to try it yet, but the moment her hand touched it, her heart moved.

soft.

dense.

smooth.

The small seal square printed logo at the corner is extremely delicate and full of design sense.

The whole piece of ink blue somewhat imitates the tie-dye process, with rich halo color and an ink painting-like charm.

Oops, kinda like...

The wiring is also quite special, full of an indescribable texture.

Zhou Jia unfolded it, folded it for a turn, and draped it over his shoulders.

Well, the back of the neck is not itchy at all.

"How about it?"

"How much is this? I told you I don't want you to pay for it, but you still want to make an expensive one..."

"You don't know how to settle accounts, but this is actually cheaper."

Wearing a shawl, Zhou Jia looked like a talented woman from the Republic of China in TV dramas.

Gentle and elegant, cool and moving.

Of course, if the school uniform is replaced by a cheongsam or something, it will be more like it.

"Lin Xiaoxian, don't keep staring at me."

"It's called appreciation, Miss Jia, do you know Lin Huiyin?"

Zhou Jia knew that she was a famous architect, poet, writer, and one of the four beauties of the Republic of China.

Some time ago, someone repaired her 16-year-old photo on Zhihu, and it became popular again.

"I think you have more temperament than her wearing this."

"why?"

Zhou Jia asked why again.

Lin Xiaoxian was helpless: "You have to look so good-looking, how do I know why?"

Zhou Jia was silent for a while, then murmured: "It's also..."

"Then we're even, huh?"

"I still think..."

"Oh, don't think about it, and don't say whether you will pay or not, you should treat it as a gift."

This study committee was really difficult to deal with, so Lin Xiaoxian became tough.

"Gift..."

Just when the word was memorized to gift, Zhou Jia's eyes flickered slightly.

She rarely receives such a thing as a gift.

Maybe it's because of my personality. I don't have many friends, so I don't care.

Every time it's her birthday, Gu Xiaoyan will give her some gadgets, and that's enough.

However, Gu Xiaoyan's gift is a gift from a friend.

Lin Xiaoxian's gift, what's going on...

Are you friends too?

Or a friend of a friend?

......

As Lin Xiaoxian once sighed with emotion.

Zhou Jia is very hard, thinking about so many useless things every day.

......

【GIFT】

Zhou Jia spelled out the word in the book.

If the shawl was a gift, she would have to struggle with it from another angle.

"You gave me this, does Xiaoyan know..."

Zhou Jia asked.

She didn't know why she asked this.

Unexpectedly, he opened his mouth.

"Her? She and I chose the weekend together."

"OK, thanks..."

Zhou Jia suddenly accepted it, took out the shawl that had just been installed, and put it on at that time.

It can be seen from the expression that Zhou Jia really likes this thing itself.

She opened the window slightly, tightened the shawl around her body, and let the cool fresh air blow in.

"Ah!"

Lin Xiaoxian sneezed by coincidence.

Zhou Jia glanced at him, and then was about to close the window.

"No, no, turn it on, let's breathe, Chen Ming's feet are smelly."

Chen Ming: "???"

Chen Ming, who was sitting in front, picked up the book and was about to fly towards Lin Xiaoxian.

The math teacher on the podium smashed a chalk end:

"Chen Ming! Are you pretending to be a monster? Get out!"

"No, teacher, he said my feet smell..."

A burst of laughter.

Li Chi is the one with the loudest voice.

"Li Chi, are you very happy? You go out too!"

"???"