Hot Heavenly King _ Liu Xia Hui _ txt Novel Paradise

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Hot Heavenly King _ Liu Xia Hui _ txt Novel Paradise

Wang Diou paid attention to sports training when he was in the United States, and he also got a good place in the high school sports meeting in the United States. In his eyes, children who grow up eating bread and milk are always more talented in sports than those who eat porridge and fried dough sticks in China. Are you sure? Tang Chong asked, squinting his eyes. Of course he knows what Wang Diou means. It seems that he is trying to regain face in front of others. If you lose, bring him breakfast every morning. How proud is his new student in the department? "OK." Wang Diou nodded. Is that all right to start? Tang Chong asked. Wang Diou nodded and shouted forcefully: "Start." He clenched his fists and wanted to run more wildly. A gust of wind passed, and the people around him ran like wild horses with crazy hair, only to see a shadow. (PS: It's the end of the world. Hurry to vote … …) h ww w . xia oshu otxt.co m 263. Will I die if I kiss you? (This chapter is uploaded by netizens of Suimeng Novel Network) Date: 2012-12-21 263. Will I die if I kiss you? Wang Diou lost before he ran. When he saw Tang Zhong ride the dust and disappear from his side in an instant, the more the boys behind Jiao Nanxin, the more Jiao Nanxin ran half a circle on the playground in an instant, he knew that he was powerless, even if he did not admit defeat, probably others would only see that he was Tang Zhong's foil and see how big and terrible the gap between them was. Is this guy a mad dog? How can you run so fast? This is also to blame Wang Diou for coming to Nantah for too short a time. If he knew some of Tang Zhong's "great achievements" in Nantah, he would probably be able to have a full understanding of Tang Zhong's ability, at least his hands-on ability. He would not be so confident that he would think that he was much better than Tang Zhong. Would he die if he let me kiss him? If you run less, others will not have the arrogance of running. This is not a level at all. Thinking that he had to go to Tang Chong's dormitory every morning to bring him breakfast, he felt that life was worse than death. "Why did I think of running?" "I should be playing tennis and rugby,Marble Projects," he thought, annoyed. He knows that there are few such sports as rugby in China, and Tang Zhong should have no advantage if he competes with them. He just wanted to use his own strengths to attack Tang Zhong's weaknesses and then win, forcing Tang Zhong to apologize to himself and come back for a few days. He was bullied too hard by Tang Zhong. If he didn't think of a way to get a bad breath, he couldn't guarantee that he could continue to stay at home or stay alive. While he was thinking about it, Tang Zhong had already run around the playground and ran up to him again. He said with a smile,white marble mosaic, "You are ahead of me. Did you win or did I win?" Blocked by Tang Zhong's words, Wang Diou felt so sad that he forced a smile on his face and said, "Of course, Martial Uncle won. When I saw how fast you ran, I knew I couldn't outrun you." "Now that you've thrown in the towel, don't forget that breakfast for a week starts today." "263, let me kiss will die ah?"? "Yes," Wang Diou nodded, "from today on." Early death, early birth, he also wants to end this nightmare quickly. "Well, you write down what I want to eat, white marble slabs ,Porcelain Marble Slabs," said Tang Zhong. "Three portions of millet porridge, three portions of corn porridge, two pancake juices, one with chili and one without chili, one fried dumpling, one crystal bun, and the remaining two are meat buns from the ninth window of the third canteen." "Martial Uncle-" Wang Diou asked with a bitter face, "is this the amount of a day or a week? Can you remember it day by day? It's too much. I don't remember. "I'm talking about the amount of a day," Tang said. Wang Diou opened his mouth and said, "Martial Uncle, the bet of our competition is only a personal breakfast, not the breakfast of the whole dormitory." Wang Diou is not stupid. Of course, he knows that there is something wrong with Tang's share. I'm afraid he has taken all the breakfast in his dormitory to himself. "I'm talking about a personal breakfast," Tang said shamelessly. "How can I eat a lot of exercise every day? You can't afford to lose? “——” "Do you remember?"? If you don't remember, I'll read it again-if you buy the wrong one, I'll return it and let you buy it again, "Tang Zhong said." Wang Diou could write down such a long recipe. He was in a hurry to find a pen and paper to write it down. But he was dressed in sportswear. How could he have a pen and paper? With a brainwave, he turned on the recording function of the electronic watch on his wrist and said, "Martial Uncle, please read it again." "Three portions of millet porridge, three portions of corn porridge, two portions of pancake juice, one with chili and one without chili, one portion of fried dumplings, one portion of crystal buns, and the remaining two portions come to the meat stuffed buns at the ninth window of the third canteen." Tang Chong read it smoothly again. "Don't spit in it because I may let you taste each portion first." So, for the next week, Wang Diou ran around the canteens every morning wearing this electronic watch, looking for the "rich" breakfast ordered by Tang Zhong, sometimes forgotten, and turned on the electronic watch on the spot to listen again. The master fathers in the canteen are always curious and delighted to see this good-looking and unreasonable mixed-race boy carrying a big bag of food and listening to the tape to order food-they all say that it is not easy for foreigners to live in China. When Tang Zhong was still waiting to tease Wang Diou a few words and wanted to let the boy settle down and suppress all his rebellious heart and some small means, the voice of Jiao Nanxin's loud voice came from the front. "Why are you so close?"? Is it annoying? "Jiao Nanxin crouched on the ground, covering his feet and retreating." A handsome white and thin boy with glasses repeatedly said sorry, blushing, looking like he had caused some trouble and made the goddess in his heart angry. Why are you running so tight? You see, I stepped on Nanxin's hind legs. "Oh, it's all scratched-Nanxin,grey marble slab, I'll send you to the infirmary to rub the medicinal liquor, otherwise it will be inflamed." "Nanxin, I carry you on my back. I'm big and strong." forustone.com