The sick and charming male god of fast transmigration wants to hug

There is still work to be done on the surface, Bai Lin smiled lightly, still looking calm and breezy.

Experience from so many worlds tells him that the calmer you are, the more angry the other party will jump, even if he is really on fire, he can't show it on the surface.

You must show the aura that I don't want to compare with you, young master.

"Temporarily cramming also has the benefits of temporarily cramping Buddha's feet. There are still a few weeks left, so it's too early to say anything."

Neither responding positively to their ridicule nor clearly expressing one's attitude, ambiguity, inseparable, is the most deadly.

Sure enough, the few who claimed to be seniors immediately shut their mouths in embarrassment. If they continued to talk, it would appear to be their own problem.

Wu Chao sneered, walked up to Bai Lin, and said viciously: "Stop pretending, you'd better be more sensible next week, obediently take the blame for me, maybe I'll consider letting you go."

Yes, DLG has long lost interest in the game, and now they insist on playing just for exposure and money, so that they can use it to brag about picking up girls.

But they don't want to be scolded for paddling, so Bai Lin is a ready-made scapegoat. As long as he behaves rubbish, all the firepower will only be aimed at him, killing two birds with one stone.

But is Bai Lin that kind of person?Obviously not.

Not only did he want to win, but he also wanted to win beautifully and cleanly, using his perfect maneuvers to swell everyone's faces, and wake up these scumbags from their fantasy world.

If you want to sit back and enjoy the benefits, there are no such good things in this world!

Thinking about it, he casually responded with a few words, and started to click on the game to play the qualifying match. There are many gods and more waste in the qualifying match, and it is a good assistant to adjust his mentality.

After about twenty fights, more than two hours have passed, Bai Lin opened the panel and looked, the progress of the side slap task has exceeded 50.00%, it seems that the rest will not be completed until the real match.

If it doesn't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

He stood up and loosened his wrists, his legs were a little numb after sitting for too long.

As for the others, let alone practice, it was only two hours, and half of it was gone, and the rest were either flirting with girls or watching TV dramas. There was no sign of the team working hard.

Bai Lin didn't argue with them, after getting along with them for a long time, he has already figured out the mentality of this group of people, people who have given up at the source cannot be pulled back.

I just hope that they still have a bit of conscience on the day of the game, and don't lie down completely, otherwise, in a team game, it will be difficult for a person to be super god, and it will be difficult to fly four trash.

That day Bai Lin chose to live in the club, his room was still at the youth training camp, but DLG couldn't recruit new people, there were only five people in the entire youth training camp, and there were thirty or so in the dormitory.

Everyone sleeps in a room alone, very chic.

After taking a shower and tidying up, Bai Lin clicked on the game again to see if Fu Li was online. Unfortunately, since the last time he went offline, F's avatar hadn't lit up again. That's right, the game is coming soon, so he shouldn't be. Time to play trumpet again.

Putting the phone next to the pillow, Bai Lin crossed his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Regarding his relationship with Fu Li, he still hasn't figured out a perfect balance point. Whether to develop his career first or flirt first is a big problem.