【Quick time travel】Push out the old attack every day

The whistle for the lunch break blew on time to bid farewell to the three immortal roommates, and An Mu floated to the school infirmary with the lunch he had made.

From a distance, I saw the door of the school infirmary open carelessly, and the arrangement inside stood out in front of passers-by.

An Mu tilted his head, is no one there?

"Is anyone there?" Pausing at the door, An Mu yelled inside, poking his head in, but there was no one there.

The school doctor didn't know where to go.

Seeing An Mu, who was leaning over and poking his head, Thrun raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing here?"

An Mu was startled, turned around and saw Tren, pouted, and stared at him with some annoyance: "Why are you walking so silently?"

Patting his undulating chest with his palms, he asked him, "What are you doing here?"

"Come here and get the materials." Thrun walked into the school infirmary next to An Mu's body, found what he needed, and saw him carrying a lunch box when he turned around, "What is this?"

An Mu blinked, his dark eyes wandering around: "This, Lai made it, and said it was for you to eat."

Amudo made some today, originally intended as a dessert after dinner, but now it just came in handy.

What did Ley do?

Seeing that An Mu was too guilty to look at him, Thrun shook his head secretly.

He knew Ley couldn't cook.

I glanced at the food box handed to me very close to me, but I didn't answer it.

"Hold it." An Mu shook the lunch box forward, signaling Tren to take it.

This lunch box is heavy and heavy, and my hands are sore after carrying it for a long time, and my hungry stomach smells the fragrance, and it screams for a while.

Just when Lay came back, seeing this scene, he thought that An Mu hadn't seen him, and wanted Tren to hand it over to him.

Taking off his gold-rimmed glasses, Ley walked in and pinched his nose. He had just accompanied several leaders to discuss the recent military training of the students. After a whole morning, he felt a little tired physically and mentally.

The lunch box overflowed with rice, vegetables and scents, and rushed to squeeze them into his nose. Ley secretly took a sip of his saliva, and smiled softly at An Mu: "Good afternoon, classmate An, this is—"

"That's right!" An Mu was afraid of being exposed, shook the lunch box in his hand, and hurriedly agreed, "Thank you."

Eli tilted his head sideways, not understanding what An Mu's behavior was, and replied casually, "You're welcome."

An Mu quickly put the two boxes of lunch on the table, blinked at Eli, and quickly disappeared in front of the two of them.

"He is..." Lay looked at Tren, then at the lunch box with small flowers printed on the table, walked over to open the lid of the lunch box, and the delicious food floated out. The dishes were rich, with a combination of meat and vegetables.

These dishes are not like the ones outside that are less oily and bright but not appetizing. They feel like home.

"It smells so good!" Ley sighed, his eyes filled with surprise.

Hungry even more.

The other box is self-fried meat, which is fragrant and fragrant, and it is poured with dipping sauce to add a touch of crispy fragrance.

"You know how to make this?" Tren picked up a small piece of crispy chicken and looked at it for a while.

Eli was already sitting at the table, eating heartily, when he heard this sentence, he stopped chewing, shook his head, and rolled his eyes blankly: "Could it be that you don't know about me?"

The two have been together for two years, and they know each other well, the only thing missing is the final touch.

Before the engagement, it was suddenly discovered that the two were not suitable.

There was ambiguity in the youthful campus, and support in stepping into the society, but in the end, there were differences in personality.

Both of them have personalities that won't take the lead in bowing their heads. Being able to be together for more than two years is already showing the greatest tolerance.

None of them thought about getting back together, because the two of them had long since lost their original relationship.

An Mu didn't know about the affair between the two of them. If he knew that he was doing nothing, he would have left the job long ago.

At this time, he jumped back to the dormitory excitedly. Seeing that there were a few more people in the dormitory, he didn't care much. He opened the live broadcast room and planned to continue the live broadcast.

The gold coins tipped by the audience last night were sent to the account efficiently by the backstage, and An Mu was going to stop after one or two live broadcasts.

I'm still in school, and I put my studies first. If it wasn't for lack of money and no choice, An Mu would never choose to live broadcast and record videos.

Before that, he was just a young master who settled down in the family and a great devil in the world. He didn't touch the spring water with his fingers, and he could continue to be a happy millet bug, so why bother to do these things.

"Hello, are you the anchor of the small studio?" A well-dressed man with meticulously combed hair asked.

An Mu stopped, looked up at him, and said affirmatively, "No."

The man who asked the question: "..."

Three roommates: "...?"

Several strangers looked at each other, and one of them, an old man with gray hair, shook his head. They calmed down their dissatisfaction, politely said goodbye and left.

"Xiao An, why don't you tell them that you are?"

Seeing that they were all gone, Bert put down his hologram and asked this sentence right away.

"Why should I admit my true identity in front of strangers?" An Mu continued to move his hands, tapping the keyboard quickly with his fingers, "What if they are bad people?"

The three were silent for a moment.

"Xiao An," Gu Ya helplessly covered the side of her face, "Actually, they are all from the Royal Music Association."

Royal Society of Music?

Isn't that a very awesome association?

It is the place where all the little Omega who practice the movement dream of entering.

...what did I just say no to?

An Mu licked the bitter corner of his mouth, and comforted himself in his heart: Forget it, if you refuse, you will refuse. The anchor of the small live broadcast room is yourself, so is it possible that someone else can take it away?

Several people left An Mu's dormitory, ready to continue looking for someone in the next dormitory.

Someone muttered: "This is the last one or two anchors who are most likely to be the anchors of Xiaoxiao Studio. If he is not, then who is it?"

"You forgot that there is another person?" Someone reminded me.

"You mean that person?" The person patted his head, pretending to be enlightened, and then said uncertainly, "But isn't he the son of the school manager? If he was the school manager's child, the school manager would have Let his son come out, will he still show a blank expression?"

"I don't know, just try it out and find out."

"What?" Du Le looked at the few people wearing the badge of the Royal Music Society, suppressed the trembling voice, and said 'hmm' lightly.

In order to protect everyone's privacy, the live broadcast platform will not easily disclose the registrant's information without the consent of the person.

Since they all found it on their heads, it must be the anchor of that disgusting little live broadcast room who refused to admit it.

Hmph, I finally know that I can't play well.

It's cheaper for me.

Du Le suppressed his complacent expression, and told a lie to deal with them.

After cross-examination, the few people who didn't find any problems looked at the closed dormitory door and felt that something was weird.

"You said, is he really the anchor of Xiaoxiao Studio?" Someone asked.

Several people shook their heads, and the cloudy eyes of the white-haired old man were calm: "Take him back and try."