Xueba God-level system

The flaming flames shone brightly throughout the night, displaying incomparable power.

The painting hovered two or three meters in front of him.

Just when Meng Ke was about to burn it to ashes with a fire, someone pulled his arm.

"Yuanyuan, it's you!"

The two remained in a stalemate like this for a while, and the air fell into a hysterical silence for an instant.

After a long time, Meng Ke opened his mouth slowly.

"You don't like this painting, why don't you let me destroy it myself?"

"Yes, I hate it, but it is also the tip of the iceberg among world famous paintings."

"Although the background is a bit dark, it can be passed down to this day, and it has its own reason for its existence."

Yuanyuan talked for a long time, but Meng Ke still didn't understand what she meant.

Let's deal with the painting, if it can't be sold, it will be returned instead.The shipping fee back and forth in the middle is still out of his own pocket.

Meng Ke originally wanted to make an AA with Yuanyuan, after all, they are just friends now, but in the end, she didn't open Huabei at all, so he wasted his mind on it.

But if you don't destroy the painting and hang it in the living room, it will also bring a sense of fear.

Posting photos of celebrities and the like would be much better than this.

To be honest, if possible, Meng Ke would like to hang up Wang Yan's photo. It might be the happiest thing to be accompanied by a goddess every day.

However, he felt that the posthumous photos were the ones hanging on the wall.

It is commemorative only if it is developed in a special photo shop and put into a frame.

Or it can be used as a barrier for mobile phones, so that you can enjoy your favorite smile every time you turn on the phone.

Nothing to do, Meng Ke went back to the bedroom.

Lying on the floor, I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow.

At this moment, a group message came to his mobile phone, the star of the English master has been born, we have to make complete preparations, it is the magic star who sent it directly through the mind.

There are three people in this group, and Cheng Yaotie is the well-deserved group leader.

Cheng Yaotie is currently playing the gunfight game of "Peace Elite" with his young lady. He is driving a car and galloping through the lush green forest.

Suddenly, the arrival of a message forced the entire screen to dim and the game was forced to pause.

"Who, the group messages in the middle of the night are still going on."

He just yelled at the bed board, until he opened QQ and looked, all the truth finally surfaced.

It turned out that the magic star cursed the witch to send random messages, and Cheng Yaotie originally wanted to directly silence it.

But now that I am the leader of the group, I naturally have the right and obligation to kick people.

Without hesitation, he clicked on the page of the magic star curse witch, pressed firmly to exit the group chat, and then started the black game again.

The magic star curse witch is still waiting for the two of them to receive it, but the phone shows that you have been successfully removed from the group chat.

If it wasn't for its low level of strength, it would probably have led the blue-clothed demon star soldiers to lift the roof of Cheng Yaotie's house long ago.

Still as usual, the melodious sound of the piano came from the third floor again, so crisp, flowing like a stream of water.

Living in this western-style building, insomnia is normal, and Cao Yuanyuan simply plans to rest during the day and work the night shift at night.

She took out the drawing board, as well as professional sketching paper and pens from her schoolbag, and was about to start sketching the famous painting with a sense of fear.

In the evening self-study in the classroom, there was no crowd of voices, otherwise the teacher on duty would knock on the door, and then conduct a school-wide report of criticism.

Wang Xiang couldn't bear the loneliness, so he picked up a book and sat next to Ma Tiantian.

Since the last misunderstanding of love, he fell in love with the girl in front of him even more.

"Tiantian, what are you doing!"

"You are blind, didn't you see that I was doing my homework?"

Ma Tiantian glared at him, and then resumed her work.

But Zhao Liyang, who was sitting in the back row of them, was not used to it.

Just at noon today, she watched a youth idol drama, in which the hero and heroine were throwing sugar and dog food crazily.

Obviously, this isn't abusing the audience, so what could it be?

Li Yang also failed to escape from the shadow of other people's happiness. Looking at the situation, Wang Xiang also planned to make a fuss on the spot.

Niu Zihao didn't notice Xiangzi's arrival, and he also started to prepare to read and study.

He found that as long as he looked at simple basic concept questions, he would also have an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

Study hard, otherwise you will really make the boss sad.

Li Yang closed the pen cap, intending to stab Wang Xiang.But after thinking about it, forget it, there is no need to cause misunderstanding.She just coughed to wake up.

And Wang Xiang doesn't care about this at all, what he thinks is how to seduce girls with his heart.

After a while, he was ready to move.

"Student Tiantian, yo, you are doing a physics homework, you can ask me if you don't know anything."

In fact, I'm not very good at it, and this sentence has never been able to come out of Wang Xiang's mouth, which is demeaning.

"what?"

Of course Ma Tiantian knew that Wang Xiang's knowledge reserves were worth a few G, but she still had an open-minded attitude of asking for advice, and pointed out the most difficult question to him.

"Hey, let's just do this, can we make it in 10 minutes?"

Seeing her showing beautiful dimples, Wang Xiang couldn't bear to refuse, it would take a lot of courage to do it.

"Okay, 10mi

Just do it for you. "

He obviously has a pen, but he prefers to use a girl's pen, as if it would give him a sense of security.

Wang Xiang listed the known conditions in the stem of the question on the draft paper, and then frowned.

He wanted to sneak a look at the answer while Tiantian wasn't paying attention.

But the eccentric little girl has been staring at him, because she firmly believes that Wang Xiang will have ideas.

The 10 minutes from the scheduled time have doubled, but there is no sign of Wang Xiang writing.

Even the most patient classmate will be so angry that he vomits blood.

"Hmm, this question is so simple, can you know it?"

Ma Tiantian put her hands on her hips and muttered her cute little mouth, obviously she was a little upset.

"Soon, there will be a formula soon."

Wang Xiang scratched his head anxiously, quickly picked up the physics book, and searched ten lines at a glance, hoping to find the result he wanted.

Looking at his hurried appearance, Tian Tian couldn't help but wanted to laugh.

She stood up the book, hid behind it, bit her tongue tightly with her teeth, and kept silent.

Niu Zihao turned the pages of the book, but saw Ma Tiantian's little head swaying slightly in front of him.

From his point of view, it was clearly the appearance of girls when they were crying.

This Wang Xiang, who has no skills, will make girls cry, it is really unpaintable.

Then, Niu Zihao picked up a book on the table, rolled it into a stick shape, and hit Wang Xiang's back of the neck.