In the future, there will be no nutritious words like this.

Sukui is about to turn off his cell phone. He thinks it's better to ask in person when he returns to the dormitory. Another latest news has been sent.

[yuan yuan, go to Weibo!! You have been grilled!!! ]

grill?!

I want to turn off the phone's slim fingers and transfer them to the Weibo icon, click on it and log in.

Just on the way, the mobile phone was crashed by numerous private cards in an instant. It could only watch one unread private message come out with a splash. The picture of the mobile phone seemed to drift.

"What's the situation..."

Su Kui, who has always been calm, is not calm this time. She thinks it's an Hua who has finally made a move. But it's absolutely unexpected that her trump card, which has been planned for a long time, has been exploded.

Now there are three schools on the Internet.

One is the selfie party. As long as you can poke their G-spot, whether you are human or ghost, they can regard you as a goddess and lick the screen 100 times a day.

The other is the spitting party. No matter who the other party is, they are in a bad mood, frustrated by the reality, or just have a bad look at each other, they can dig out your ancestors to the last 18 generations in minutes to accept the baptism of saliva.

The two factions are in constant dispute, and each side has its own point of view. They have been locked in a stalemate for a long time.

The rest are pure onlookers. They can go wherever there is a lot of excitement. They are the fastest in robbing sofas, but they never participate in this kind of x-tear event.

It's more than ten minutes from the airport to the movie industry, and Su Kui's mobile phone has been on strike on the way, until she paid for it and dragged her suitcase into the school gate, the mobile phone finally barely moved.

Su Kui kept walking and looked down at her cell phone.

Only the number of private mailbox is 999 +, especially the bright red font.

The corner of the mouth drew, the footstep cannot help but for one rigid, she already can't wait to pull Zhao Lianshan out, ask a clear.

When she was away, how many things happened that she didn't know, and how many things directly exploded her micro blog!

Think, also don't go to manage micro blog, step quickly to the girls dormitory building.

Su Kui is usually the kind of person who goes his own way and doesn't care about the eyes of others. But today, when looking at her, there seem to be many people with different eyes -

climb up the third floor all the way, step into the dormitory, and slam the door. Zhao Lanshan's face in the

dormitory is covered with a mask. He is sitting in front of the computer crackling and typing. Far away, he can smell the strong smell of gunpowder in the air.

"Lying trough, who scares me so much!" Zhao Lianshan's heart roared as she nearly fell off the stool when the door closed.

"it's me," Su Kui's lips, the delicate face is full of narrow meaning, pushes the trunk to the door casually, she lifts her forefinger lightly, kindly reminds, "girl, your mask has fallen off."

"Yuan, Yuan Yuan?!" It was unawares that Zhao Lanshan, who had disappeared for half a month, was a little in a daze.

"You're back in the manger!"

Su Kui had already noticed that she dodged quickly. Zhao Lianshan, who was too fierce in the rush, did not stop. The whole person directly ran into the opposite bed.

After a long time, it took a long time to get up and say: "Jiang Yuan! You have no conscience. I've lost more than ten jin for you these two days. As a result, Ya will treat me as soon as she comes back! "