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    Yuan Feifei took a sip of the cold and delicious milk tea, and slightly released the wrinkled hand on the plastic cup. The liquid squeezed into small pieces seemed to be broken into pieces. When the girl came and looked through this bizarre world, it looked weird and ugly.

    The charming girl I met the day before yesterday had her hands on her waist. Perhaps because she didn't have Fu Li to suppress the evil spirit, she deliberately threw away the expensive watch on her wrist in front of her, and said in a weird voice, "Oh, the watch I just bought today is worth 999. Why did it hit you when I touched it?"  It¡¯s like falling to the ground due to evil spirits and unable to get up.¡±

    The little attendant quickly comforted her in a gentle voice, "This watch is just a foil for you. You are impeccably beautiful and no one can compare with you!"

    The girl also bit her lip in unbearable grief and said in a pretentious manner, "Yes, last time I went to eat Haidilao without makeup, and passers-by said I looked familiar to some celebrity. After eating, they complimented me on how good-looking I am."

    This unreasonable tone of finding trouble with her is like a very cruel female replica of Fu, who is worthy of being a true disciple.

    Thinking of this, Yuan Feifei's eyes were full of sympathy. No matter how the girl's murderous eyes activated her skills, she remained unmoved and said, "If it weren't for this wisp of evil spirit, I don't know how there would be anything in this world."  My sisters are here."

    The bridge of the girl's nose was almost transparent under the influence of light, shining with the strange light of hyaluronic acid. The wings of her nose were so small that it was difficult to breathe, and she became so angry that she tried her best to widen her nostrils, like a provoked cow, and said angrily: "Who is your sister?  "

    After she finished speaking, she added, "You were thrown into chaos by him, which is the best ending for you."

    When meeting such people, it is often the best thing to do, and the result of the reply will be unreasonable. For example, talking to Fu Ru is like playing the piano to an ox.

    After communicating for a few minutes, she tried to persuade the warrior with nauseating words: "Meeting you is like a ray of green sunshine in the hot summer, making my life bright My family is happy, thank you for having you."

    In order to seduce Wei Xun, Badu's love words came in handy.

    Wu Baihua lowered her waist and felt like she wanted to vomit but couldn't. She really wanted to laugh. When she was about to leave, Gu Yao let go of her hand and took a few steps forward. When the others looked dumbfounded and Wu Baihua  Under the angry onlookers, he bowed down gracefully.

    Yuan Feifei had no time to stop him.

    " Gu Yao's front foot was like a smooth slide, effortlessly pressing against the watch. He kicked up his hind legs, exerted force on his waist, and placed the watch on his wrist. His movements were as smooth as water.

    Yuan Feifei: o_o

    Gu Yao imitated the graceful and artificial energy, shook his head in disgust, pressed his lower lip with his upper teeth and said innocently, "What kind of watch is my sister wearing? Is it a Patek Philippe? What a good watch (bitch)."

    Everybody:

    It only took one second for the girl to realize that there was a thorn in this man's words, and she was about to rush over with all her teeth and claws. She could not hold out her fierce momentum for three seconds, and she was so angry that she fell to the ground. In the end, her followers tied her up and sent her back.

    After leaving, Gu Yao withdrew his contempt and hummed in displeasure, "It's really hard to give up on natural beauty. She walks sideways with a certain amount of beauty and doesn't care whether she can offend the person she is."

    As she said that, she came over to her affectionately, "Feifei, you guys have been at odds before. She was a social butterfly in No. 1 Middle School, and was jokingly called the Five Hundred Flowers by others. I just taught her a lesson for you. You don't have to be polite to me. If you thank me, don't do it."  say it."

    Yuan Feifei asked her soul: "Why does it always bring hatred to me when it comes to Fu Zhu?"

    Gu Yao was extremely disappointed. He glanced at his chest, which was as flat as the road, and added: "I don't know, maybe there are too many people with big breasts and no brains."

    With that said, they walked back to school.  Yuan Feifei casually clicked on the wx interface of Wubaihua. Under the avatar of the slut was an eye-catching signature: In my eyes, Fu Ruo is a person who took off his pants.

    Yuan Feifei wondered: "This girl is rude to him, doesn't know how to respect him, and doesn't even fight back when she's being taken advantage of. Why can he tolerate her more than he treats me?" As she said this, she promised to give him a red envelope as repentance for what she had done.  What he did will be correct from now on.

    Wubaihua, who was so angry that he went to heaven, stopped in a second, and a few question marks were thrown around.

    Yuan Feifei: [May I ask how many unscrupulous things I have done before he keeps pestering me?  ¡¿

    Wu Baihua¡¯s focus is particularly different: [Is he still pestering you?  Who do you think you are?  ¡¿

    Yuan Feifei silently read the long paragraph she sent, which was all about her debauchery towards him, such as blocking the men's toilet, meeting by chance at school, throwing books out of anger and forcing him to pick them up.

    She felt a mixture of sympathy and disgust for him, and without much thought she said: [He should like me, right?  Otherwise, what's the point of always dealing with me?  ¡¿

    Five Hundred Flowers who received the money: [Who said provoking means liking?  like?She is not inferior to my daughter, nor will she be anyone's second person, she is herself.  "

    Yuan Feifei returned to her seat and waited for the start of the second round of semi-finals. This time it was so demanding that only ten players out of a hundred people would enter, and the scores of the top ten players would be announced after the game.

    She had nothing to do, so she glanced over there, but there was no sign of Fu Li anymore. Then came the voice of Little Biscuit, "Yuan Feifei, enter the finals and show us."

    At the beginning of the game, the proposition is [Rebirth]

    Suddenly, she drew a dead object among a variety of fresh things. The painting showed a scene that made people cry. Under the dead leaves on the ground, a handsome man dragged a woman who had fallen into the water.  come out.

    She took a long breath and put down her brush. She saw many viewers put down their mobile phones. At the same time, a sharp whistle pierced the sky, making many people who were still rushing to paint tremble.

    After countless people left the field, the scores of the top ten players were announced on the radio.

    There was no need to wait for the results to come out, there were already cheers, "Gu Xiaobei scored an average of 95 points in the first grade", which made the nymphomaniacs present even more excited. Some people shouted: "Beibei is second place!!  "

    The next moment, her name came from the sound of electricity: [Gao Sen, Yuan Feifei, average score of 96 points] After saying this, there was not a too intense shout of joy this time, but a sigh of disappointment.

    Someone was surprised and asked who Yuan Feifei was.

    Lao Lin from No. 1 Middle School tilted his head in surprise and clapped his hands with excitement. Everyone present at the judges' table also expressed their congratulations. Gu Yao, with his hands on his hips proudly, flew over to praise and hug her.

    Yuan Feifei did not get carried away because she won the first place. She briefly analyzed the reasons why the gap was not widened, and then bowed to the biscuit from a distance.

    Moderator: "Please come and verify your identity for the finalists. In addition, the competition time is next Friday at 10 o'clock in the morning. Contestants are asked to arrive half an hour in advance."

    After Xiao Yuan encouraged her, she asked: "I don't quite understand, why is it in No. 1 Middle School every year?"

    Cookie: "In previous years, students from No. 1 Middle School won the first place. Generally speaking, which school the winner belongs to, the organizer will go to that school to hold relevant competitions next year."

    Since then, she, an unknown amateur player in the painting circle, has attracted the attention of some people. The media briefly reported on her. What is unexpected is that she has unknowingly become the focus of discussion in Gao Sen School Bar.

    The finals coincided with the party time.  Fortunately, the former ends at 12 o'clock in the morning, and the latter starts at 7 o'clock in the evening.

    As the competition day approached, she, who had extensive competition experience, became inexplicably anxious, especially under the double pressure. When she thought of going on stage to sing, what would she do if she fainted and surrounded everyone?

    She had not yet closed her eyes in the middle of the night. She looked at him with dull eyes, sent Wei Xun a good night message, and silently sent another message without any hope¡ª¡ª

    Yuan Feifei: [Wei Xun, are you asleep?  ¡¿

    Wei Xun replied instantly: [No, are you nervous?  ¡¿

    Yuan Feifei: [Can you come and see me? (*¨Œ*) I¡¯m so nervous right now, my heartbeat is out of control and I can¡¯t sleep.  ¡¿

    Wei Xun: [I can¡¯t guarantee that I¡¯ll be there on time, so you should do your best.  ¡¿

    She felt a little disappointed and threw an emoticon in the past.

    ~

    On this day, after Yuan Feifei hurriedly checked in at the singing studio, she rushed to the competition site. Before she left, Su Yan stopped her, took two custom-made dresses and said, "Xiao Yuan, which one do you like?"  set?"

    With that said, Su Yan handed her the slit white fishtail skirt, "I think this one can really bring out your good figure, so this is it."

    In the end, she chose the latter, a more conservative black dress with a one-line collar that did not expose her legs or breasts.

    On that day, the competition site was moved from outside the venue to the venue, and noise-canceling headphones were specially equipped for the players.  She no longer has to endure the baptism of wind and the mental chastening brought about by the restless audience.

    The rules of the finals are still fixed, but the total time is divided into three rounds, each round is 20 minutes, a total of 1 hour, and only a 5-minute break is allowed in the middle. The final results of the three rounds are summarized to determine the final ranking.

    This not only tests whether the players can withstand high pressure, but also tests their adaptability. Some people with poor psychological quality have temporarily withdrawn from the competition.

    In the first round, three contestants surpassed her score, but there was only a slight difference in scores. It was entirely possible to reverse the situation. The scores displayed on the sub-signboards held high by the judges were almost the same, with a difference of basically only 0.5~1.

    In the second round, she temporarily took the lead in scoring, and there was applause on the field.

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    I finally got back to the main line!  !  happy!  !  Good night. Today's class is full. Quq is such a humble boy every day.

    I am trying to speed up the pace, otherwise I will have to write until the end of the Year of the Monkey, and I may not be able to finish it even at the age of 99 -a-(remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)The main line is over!  !  happy!  !  Good night. Today's class is full. Quq is such a humble boy every day.

    I am trying to speed up the pace, otherwise I will have to write until the end of the Year of the Monkey, and I may not be able to finish it even at the age of 99 -a-(remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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