Chapter 60

After all, the relegated immortal team is an external team. After eliminating other teams, the team of this class has only book protection treasure.

Plus "home" should be this class.

So the audience of the final, including Xu Xiayi, who was eliminated before, began to cheer on the book protection team.

In the competition, Li Bai of Lin Xiaoshu was almost ban killed.

Lin Xiaoxian thought proudly that this was just like the treatment of faker's wandering mage.

In terms of personal strength, Lin Xiaoshu is unstoppable.

The audience was dumbfounded. They only knew that she was powerful, but they didn't know how powerful she was.

If a special team club sees Lin Xiaoshu's operation, nine times out of ten it will dig people.

Age is not a problem.

Isn't Uzi also a 15-year-old professional?

However, even if Lin Xiaoshu performed well, Lin Xiaoxian still read a file.

"Relegated immortal team 4-3, alas, it's a pity..."

Human power has limits.

5v5 is easy, 1v9 is not easy.

The average level of the five members of the relegated immortal team is significantly higher than others here except Lin Xiaoshu.

In addition, Lin Ling always plays with stealing towers, stealing operations, 3 catching 1 and so on.

Even if Lin Xiaoshu can react, the other players should slow down.

"People who play tactics are dirty!"

Lin Xiaoxian couldn't roar, but he also understood each other's way.

After reading the file, Lin Xiaoxian re BP and predicted some possible actions of the other party.

Finally, under the leadership of Lin Xiaoshu, the book protection team easily controlled the situation.

"Zero seal!"

"4:0, ha ha ha!"

"Little book is great!"

"It's a Book Protecting treasure!"

"No, it's Xiaoshu's brother."

"It's all wrong. It should be that the relegated immortal team is too delicious..."

In a burst of jubilation, while Lin Ling was still comforting several children, Lin Xiaoxian almost fled and left here.

In case you stay for a long time, the charm value will be deducted again.

"Brother, I'll go home late at noon."

"What's up?"

Lin Xiaoshu pointed to a small white boy: "this is the organizer. We're going to his store to get prizes ~"

Lin Xiaoshu is a well deserved MVP.

MVP's prize is a cat.

Lin Xiaoxian licks his mouth excitedly. There will be cats at home in the future!

Puppet, synonymous with hairball.

What a wonderful creature.

If you succeed, you must roll it down first.

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On Monday morning, Lin Xiaoxian took out a red bow from his backpack.

[prop: bow]

[quality: Purple]

[quantity: 1]

[Note: a gift from a pupil of the God of death, which can imitate the voice of any familiar creature]

This is what you get when you finish the task of winning the championship.

He put the bow down his throat, and then it was as invisible as air, and there was no strange feeling on his neck.

Imagine Gu Xiaoyan in his mind. He held his chin in one hand, covered his mouth with his fingers, and then glanced sideways at Zhou Jia:

"Jiajia ~"

Zhou Jia, who memorized the words, subconsciously covered her ears, then put her hand down and looked around in surprise.

"Xiao Yan?"

It is said that boys are childish. Lin Xiaoxian is happy at the moment.

I was deeply interested in Zhou Jia's stupid reaction.

After sister Jia bowed her head again, Lin Xiaoxian imitated Gu Xiaoyan's voice and said:

"Jiajia ~ why don't you pay attention to me ~"

Zhou Jia looked up with a brush: "Lin Xiaoxian, did you hear Gu Xiaoyan's voice?"

Lin Xiaoxian grimaced: "No."

It was a little scary.

Zhou Jia's eyebrows wrinkled slightly and her back felt cool.

"What's the matter, sister Jia? It's cold?"

"Yes."

Lin Xiaoxian took out a canvas packing box with the style of the Republic of China with a smile.

"Here you are."

"What is this?"

Zhou Jia opens a dark blue shawl.

Good quality, excellent workmanship and solid materials.

It's not the one that accompanied Zheng Wen to buy, which can be compared.

"You try?"

Zhou Jia didn't want to try it yet, but she was moved by the touch of her hand.

Soft.

Dense.

Smooth.

The small seal and square seal logo at the corner is extremely exquisite and full of design feeling.

The whole piece of ink blue imitates the tie dyeing process, with rich color halo and a lasting appeal like ink painting.

Oh, no, I kind of like

The routing is also very special, full of an unspeakable texture.

Zhou Jia unfolded, folded it for a turn, and then put on her shoulders.

Well, the back of the neck is not itchy at all.

"How's it going?"

"How much is this? I said I don't want you to compensate. You still have an expensive..."

"You can't settle accounts. In fact, it's cheaper."

Zhou Jia, who wears a shawl, looks like the talented woman of the Republic of China in TV dramas.

Gentle, cool and moving.

Of course, if you change your school uniform into a cheongsam or something, it's more like.

"Lin Xiaoxian, don't keep staring at me."

"This is appreciation, sister Jia. Do you know Lin Huiyin?"

Zhou Jia knows that he is a famous architect, poet, writer and one of the four beauties of the Republic of China.

Some time ago, someone in Zhihu repaired her 16-year-old photo and made another fire.

"I think you have more temperament than her in this."

"Why?"

Zhou Jia asked why again.

Lin Xiaoxian was helpless: "how can I know why you want to look so good?"

Zhou Jia was silent for a moment and murmured, "also..."

"Then we'll be even, huh?"

"I still think..."

"Oh, don't feel it. Don't say whether you'll pay or not. You'll take it as a gift."

The study committee member was really hard to deal with, and Lin Xiaoxian became tough.

"Gift..."

Just as the word was memorized to gift, Zhou Jia's eyes flashed slightly.

She seldom receives gifts.

Maybe it's because of my personality. I don't have many friends, so I don't care.

Every birthday, Gu Xiaoyan will give her some gadgets, which is enough.

However, Gu Xiaoyan's gift is a friend's gift.

What's the matter with Lin Xiaoxian's gift

Are you also friends?

Or friends of friends?

......

As Lin Xiaoxian once lamented.

Zhou Jia is very hard. She has to think about so many useless things every day.

......

【G-I-F-T】

Zhou Jia spelled the word in the book.

If the shawl was a gift, she would have to tangle from another angle.

"You gave me this, Xiao Yan, you know..."

Zhou Jia asked.

She doesn't know why she asked this.

For no reason.

"She? She chose the weekend with me. "

"Well, thank you..."

Zhou Jia suddenly accepted it, took out the newly installed shawl again, and put it on at that time.

It can be seen from her expression that Zhou Jia really likes this thing itself.

She opened the window a little, tightened her tight shawl and let the cool fresh air blow in.

"Sneeze!"

Lin Xiaoxian accidentally sneezed.

Zhou Jia glanced at him and then closed the window.

"No, no, leave it on. Breathe. Chen Ming's feet stink."

Chen Ming: "??"

Sitting in front of Chen Ming, he picked up the book and was about to fly over to Lin Xiaoxian.

The math teacher on the platform smashed a chalk head:

"Chen Ming! You're acting weird? Get out! "

"No, teacher, he said my feet stink..."

A burst of laughter.

Li Chi is the loudest one.

"Li Chi, are you very happy? You too! "

“？？？”

......

After two or three classes, Zhou Jia was not as restrained as she was at the beginning.

She adjusted it from time to time, or changed the phi method, or observed it carefully.

The love in the eyes overflowed faintly and gradually stopped covering up.

"Sister Jia, why do you... Like shawls..."

Lin Xiaoxian thinks Zhou Jia's preference is really special.

"Because of a sense of security, especially when it's cold..."

Is Zhou Jia insecure?

Lin Xiaoxian couldn't see it and didn't ask.

Because sister Jia closed her lips when she finished, she obviously felt that she had just missed something.

It is impolite and disrespectful to venture to inquire into the inner world of people with ordinary relations.

Lin Xiaoxian pulls aside the topic:

"Sister Jia, why haven't you seen you wear it before?"

"Why not? I use it in autumn and winter. "

Lin Xiaoxian looked up at the sky: "is there..."

“......”

Zhou Jia wanted to say something when the bell suddenly rang after class.

Tut, why is class over again.

From early reading to now, I don't seem to pay much attention.

Lin Xiaoxian, Lin Xiaoxian, really can affect others' learning