Chapter 382

After saying this, the four of them started digging out their pockets, really trying to raise money.

"Brother, it's wrong for you to do this." The thorny young man turned his head while collecting money: "We don't want things for others, this is called loyalty."

Fu Jiu chuckled, "I'm a student of No. 1 Middle School. I feel guilty for helping you beat No. 1 Middle School. Should I be more loyal and stop beating?"

"..." Please, buddy, can you control your expression when you are talking about guilt, so you can't see where you are guilty at all, okay?

The four people from the No. 2 Middle School emptied their pockets, and only got to 80, and put it on the corner of the table: "We have finished paying, and there is only so much left."

Fu Jiu counted the things she and the Great God wanted, and 80 was enough, so she smiled and said, "Give me a mobile phone, let's start."

"You don't even have a mobile phone? Let's play ball!" After the four middle school students finished speaking, they began to scratch their hair.

Fu Jiu raised her eyebrows: "Go borrow one from the proprietress."

"The proprietress owns a Nokia, so she can't play at all, okay?" It seems that he often eats skewers here, and even the proprietress knows what to use.

Fu Jiu also felt that it was a pity, and originally wanted to clean up Liu Zongming again.

Of course, Qin Mo could see the young man's appearance, and frowned: "What's the matter with this Liu Zongming?"

"Blocked me with someone." Fu Jiu was telling the truth, although she didn't say anything later.

When Qin Mo heard it, his eyes turned cold, and he turned his head to the second middle school students who were still scratching their hair and said, "I'll beat you."

"Really!?" The thorn-headed young man's eyes lit up, and he asked again: "Are you sure you have a mobile phone?"

Qin Mo didn't speak, but glanced at him, took out the phone, and played with it in the palm of his hand.

All the people over there cheered up: "We are District A, come in."

"We need to wait for three minutes." Qin Mo's voice was very weak.

The thorn-headed youth started to stare again: "Why?"

"Download." Qin Mo has never played mobile games, after all professional leagues are all controlled by computers.

Seeing this, the four people were somewhat worried, and whispered there: "I always feel a little nervous, he didn't even download the game, is it okay?"

"There's nothing we can do about it. Liu Zongming really thinks he can do it if we drag it on." Someone said: "At worst, let's protect him and let him bring a healing skill. Don't expect him to go out and kill someone. Let us It's okay to return the blood."

"Go ahead."

The four over there were quite serious discussing tactics.

Fu Jiu raised her brows, not letting the Great God take his place and kill someone? It's really... difficult.

There is a wireless network in the barbecue restaurant, and it is not too slow to download a mobile game.

Helpless, the prickly young man had already regarded Qin Mo as a bragging rookie, so he looked at Fu Jiu and the others with pity.

When Fu Jiu saw that Qin Mo was about to enter his account number, he reached out to block it, and said in a low voice, "Brother Mo, use my alias to log in, otherwise they will definitely go crazy when they see your name."

Qin Mo did not refuse: "Account password?"

"135975280, password 000000." After Fu Jiu reported.

Qin Mo clicked OK and logged into the game page.

"Okay, everyone is here!" The thorn-headed young man lowered his head and shouted, "Everyone will follow my command for a while, especially..." Having said that, he raised his head and glanced at Qin Mo: "Brother , don't rush forward for a while, just stay behind us, don't let people kill you, it will affect our blood recovery, this is a tough battle, we must rely on strategy!"