What do you want to do

Feng Mo reached out to Qino, pulled him over under his puzzled eyes, then touched his jacket pocket, then his trousers pocket, and took out a handful of change from his trousers pocket, one to five yuan, the largest ticket It's ten yuan.

He cast a disgusted glance at Qi Nuo who was already there, then handed over the 37 yuan worth of small change to Longlong, then glanced at Guo Yang and raised his eyebrows.

Guo Yang hurriedly wrote 37 yuan under Feng Mo's name, then raised his head a little stupidly, and asked, "...what's his name?"

"Zino." Feng Mo replied coldly.

The expressions of Longlong and Guo Yang changed, they looked at Qi Nuo at the same time, and said "Oh~!" meaningfully.

Zi Nuo frowned, looked at Longlong and Guo Yang, then turned to look at Feng Mo, and said expressionlessly: "I didn't want to bet you, and it's my living expenses for this week."

Feng Mo tilted his head and glanced at him, then turned and left with a snort.

If you don't bet on him, bet on who!

Zi Nuo pouted, glanced reluctantly at the money that had been put into the bag, then looked at Feng Mo, and suddenly shouted at his back: "If you can't be No.1, Feng Mo you Not a man!"

"..." Feng Mo frowned, but the male student who had broadcast the [-]-meter race was preparing, so he could only suppress his anger and prepare.

Long Long and Guo Yang stared at Qi Nuo with wide eyes in surprise, full of admiration.

Tsk tsk, this freshman really knows how to push Feng Mo's anger to the highest point, dare to say that Feng Mo is not a man?Then there will be no men in the academy!

Zi Nuo pursed his lips and looked at Feng Mo, and then wrapped his coat tightly. Just now when Feng Mo touched the money on his body, he messed up his clothes. When the cold wind blew, he felt that his hairs were standing on end, and he died from the cold.

"Sier? Team Feng will definitely get No.1, you have to have confidence in him." The boss came over and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

Zeno turned to look at him with a pitiful expression, mourning for his money.

Longlong smacked his lips, leaned over and bumped Zeno with his shoulder, and asked, "You are the little junior brother who reminded us of Marshal Feng and even called in the middle of the night to ask for medicine? Oh, my little junior, I see you." It’s really an honor for us.”

Zeno tilted his head to look at him, and asked blankly, "Who are you? I don't know you."

Longlong grinned, and finally understood why Feng Mo cared so much about this junior. With just this mouth, the words he said were really itchy to the teeth.

In fact, he misunderstood what Zeno meant. To Zeno, the sentence he asked was just a simple sentence of doubt. He didn't know Longlong, so he asked who you are.

But for Longlong, Zeno's tone was really misleading.

With cold disdain.

"This is Long Long, the vice chairman of the student union of the college. Sier, you don't know." The coat on him.

It feels so good, he can have a basketball team jacket that he is choosing to wear anytime, how chic.

"I don't know." Zeno shook his head, but he smiled at Longlong, and then looked at Guo Yang who was staring at him. When Guo Yang was about to introduce himself, he turned his face Turned away.

Guo Yang was hit in an instant and threw himself on Longlong's shoulder with a bitter expression on his face.

"Hey, he hurt my heart, I want to find comfort, hey."

The 1.8-meter man clasped his orchid fingers and tucked his throat when he said these words, which made everyone who heard them feel their scalps go numb, and Zeno shook even more. He looked at him like a monster, and took a step back, expressing that he wanted to follow him. keep distance.

Longlong pushed Guo Yang away, then waved to Qi Nuo and the others, and said: "Students, the seniors still have things to do, wait for the call tonight, and I will inform you when the time comes for the dinner."

The boss nodded and agreed.

Zeno didn't change his expression. In his opinion, gathering people to gamble is simply a way of saying that he abused his power to get everyone to raise money for dinner.I knew in my heart that my 37 yuan would never be returned, so I made up my mind not to go to the cafeteria to eat at night, but to save my stomach and eat more during the dinner.

There were boys and girls screaming cheering in my ears, and quite a few people shouted directly: "Feng Mo Feng Mo, you are the most handsome." Such words made Zeno curl his lips.

He really couldn't accept why girls are so open now.

"I'm going back to the dormitory, and I'm dizzy." With a bad face, Zeno glanced at the eldest and second child, then at the third child, raised his eyebrows, "Are you going back?"

The third child nodded, he had to go back for a rest.

"What's for lunch? We don't need to participate in the afternoon project, just stay in the dormitory." The boss glanced at them and asked.

Zeno shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever, noodles, I don't have any appetite." The [-]-meter long-distance race will be over for a while, although he really wants to know the final ranking, but he is very dizzy, so he won't wait .

Looking at the way the boss and the second child looked like, they knew that the two of them would wait until the end of the game, so they didn't wait.

"Okay, let's go." The boss nodded and waved with the second brother.

Zeno helped the third child with weak legs and walked slowly towards the dormitory. Feng Mo just finished running twice and saw his back, frowned, and then continued to run.

His breathing rhythm is well adjusted, and he has maintained a frequency from the very beginning, all ten people are like this, they are waiting for the opportunity to slowly surpass.

Zeno returned to the dormitory, lay down on his bed, and fell asleep, as if he had just run 5000 meters. The third child took a shower, and when he came back, he was already fast asleep with his body wrapped around him. It was a little surprising. He raised his eyebrows.

On the playground, Feng Mo and another national second-level athlete were running the last lap sprint. He took a deep breath, increased his speed little by little, and then...

He lost.

That classmate is one step faster than him, he is No.2.

"Team Feng, you put us under a lot of pressure." No. 3 and No. 4 are also national third-level athletes, and they looked at Feng Mo with a bit aggrieved expression.

Long-distance running is their specialty, if they are pulled down so much by Feng Mo, the coach will probably go crazy.

Feng Mo stood there, breathing a bit short of breath, he glanced at No.1, raised his eyebrows, "You are desperate, what can I do if I get No.1!"

He still remembered what Zeno said just now. If Zeno knew about it, that brat would probably laugh.

In fact, he thought too much, and Zeno would not snicker at all, he would only laugh openly.

"Feng Mo, did you come to run the 1-meter race after finishing the [-]-meter final?" No. [-] week did not watch Feng Mo, they often run together, Feng Mo's final explosive power should not be so low.

Feng Mo shrugged and said nothing, turned around and left, he still had a lot of things to deal with, especially he had to come to finalize the place for the party at night.

He counted the number of people in his head, searched for several known locations, and passed them one by one.

"Longlong?!" Sitting on the chair, Feng Mo roared.

Across the wall, Longlong, who was summing up in the conference room, froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at the many people who were also stunned, feeling that he hadn't heard hallucinations just now.

"Longlong!!" Feng Mo roared again.

"OK, you guys go on, there's another game and the closing ceremony in the afternoon, and I'll go see what our president is going crazy again." Longlong sighed and stood up, and went to the student union office.

Like Uncle Feng Mo, he put his long legs on the table, leaned against the back of the chair with his arms crossed, lazily raised his eyes to look at Longlong, and raised his chin to let him sit down and talk.

"Marshal Feng, what's wrong with you? I'm very busy, okay? If you can help me, I won't be so busy." After sitting down, Longlong said angrily, his daily workload was already beyond his quota. It's because Feng Mo doesn't care about things, he helps out when he's in a good mood, but he can't even catch a shadow when he's in a bad mood.

Feng Mo raised his finger and looked at a few notebooks placed next to him, then raised his eyebrows, "Don't say I don't have a job, and I've chosen a place for dinner tonight, so I'll go here and ask Guo Yang to call and book one." Small meeting place." Throwing a business card to Longlong, he looked like a grandpa.

Longlong glanced at the name of the restaurant in his hand, and choked in his throat, unable to spit out or swallow.

"Feng Mo! Do you know how much budget there is to hold this dinner party? Good guy, you can set me up a high-end restaurant and arrange a small meeting place as soon as you come up. Resign!!" Longlong was finally irritated by Feng Mo's actions, and he threw the business card in his hand on the table. He actually wanted to throw it on Feng Mo's handsome face, but... he was afraid that he would If he did that, Feng Mo would dismantle him and throw him in the trash.

"I treat you." Feng Mo rolled his eyelids to look at him, and then said this in a neutral manner.

"...What did you say?" Longlong froze for a moment, thinking he had heard wrong just now.

Feng Mo shrugged, took the wallet and looked through it, pulled out a card and threw it to Longlong, "I'm treating you."

"Oh~! Marshal Feng, you are really the most perfect handsome guy in our mind, oh~! I am proud of you, I am proud of you, you are my idol, oh~!..."

"Get out!" Feng Mo stared, interrupting his exaggerated praise.Changing face is faster than flipping a book, really spineless.

Longlong smiled and left with his card and business card. When the door was closing, he still teased Feng Mo, saying: "Then, Marshal Feng, did you treat our guests with blood because of our facial paralyzed primary school boy! Oh, You don't need to explain, I know you are thin-skinned and can't hang up if you lose the game, it doesn't matter, we understand, we understand."

"Get lost!" Feng Mo picked up the crystal decoration on the table, waved his hand, and smashed it against the door, breaking it into pieces with a bang.

Longlong blinked, shrank his body outside the door, and said again without fear of death, "You are so angry..."

Another basketball player died in battle. If this is seen by the school leaders, it will be heartbroken. This is a souvenir from last year's championship game!

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