Chapter 75

Song Ci felt his scalp explode.

She's not good at comforting people. How does she operate?!

Song Ci touched the keyboard with his fingers and finally pulled out the card.

Offline.

Big men, what comfort do you need? Go blind and uncomfortable.

Comfort?

No,

Throwing the card on the table, Song Ci stood up from the soft sofa.

I didn't feel it when I was sitting. I felt my back ache when I sat up.

So, is playing games harmful to health?

After a little exercise, Song Ci grabbed the white bathrobe on the bed and went into the bathroom to wash.

After lying in bed, Song Ci took out his mobile phone and prepared to set a ten o'clock alarm clock.

After setting the alarm clock, Song Ci looked at the communication software to see if there were any unread messages.

As a result, there is.

Gu Xiaocheng Naya sent her an invitation for dinner.

It was four hours ago, more than ten o'clock.

Song Ci looked at it. It was very late now. He didn't reply. He turned off his cell phone and closed his eyes to sleep.

On the other hand, he was so moved that he was ready to say something to take me to hell. He looked at the floating God in front of him and suddenly disappeared. He didn't react for a while.

After the reaction, take me to hell. It's a little complicated.

I was moved on the Internet for the first time and was ready to say something moved. As a result, the object of conversation said that he would go offline, which caught him a little unprepared.

After looking at the purple boxer in the backpack, I decided to take me to hell. In the future, the great God of floating life is his good brother. If anyone bullies the great God of Floating Life in the future, he will certainly not let others go.

After thinking about this, he took me to hell and went offline. He had no class tomorrow morning, but he was a little sleepy.

……

A night without a dream.

The next day, Song Ci was awakened by the alarm clock.

The noisy Song Ci tried to stop the alarm clock with voice control, but the final result was that it had no effect.

After sitting up and turning off the alarm clock, Song Ci finally woke up and remembered that it was not in the Star Alliance, but in the 21st century, when the network began to develop in history.

Yesterday, I didn't make an appointment with the people in the game for today's online time. Song Ci got out of bed and went into the bathroom to wash.

After washing and changing clothes, it was only 10:30.

It was still some time before inviting Yun feixiao to dinner at noon. Song Ci thought about it, took down the card reader on his laptop, and then walked towards the classroom with his laptop in his arms.

Now in the past, I can still have the class from 11:15 to 12:00.

study?

It's impossible. Song Ci has a strong curiosity about retro schools, so it's just not disgusted with classes.

The dormitory was a little away from the classroom. When Song Ci walked slowly, the penultimate class of class 1, grade 2, had ten minutes to go.

This class is English. The teacher is a young woman in her twenties.

His name is Han Yanyao.

Han Yanyao herself is white and beautiful. She is a returnee. She has a rich family background and a gentle and generous personality. She is jokingly called Yanda baifumei by the students of Yanjing University.

In fact, the other party is really a white beauty.

But these have nothing to do with Song Ci.

Holding a laptop, Song Ci calmly walked into the classroom from the open door, then ignored the English teacher on the podium and walked directly to the last row.

Han Yanyao, an English teacher who was writing on the blackboard with chalk, paused, looked at the back of Song Ci and gnashed his teeth.