Fast Travel President Strategy Game

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    The words he said were still so inconsiderate.

    Qiao Qing knew that Meng Ruihe wouldn't say anything pleasant, just when she was about to speak, Meng Ruihe turned her head and looked over.

    He said seriously: "No matter what the school says about you, I only believe what I see."

    To Meng Ruihe's surprise, Qiao Qing asked,

    "Then what do you see about me?" "

    "What kind?"

    Meng Ruihe repeated, he thought about it carefully, but actually he couldn't say it.

    "Hey, no, shouldn't you be touched? This is the first time I've comforted someone."

    Qiao Qing laughed loudly.

    The originally gloomy atmosphere suddenly dissipated.

    Meng Ruihe also smiled.

    Glancing secretly at Qiao Qing, the other party's attention was on the buildings in the distance.

    You are looking at the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are looking at you.

    Maybe the sun is too warm today, maybe the wind is too comfortable today.

    In short, Meng Ruihe enjoyed this noon very much.

    During the lunch break, the two chatted a lot on the rooftop.

    Before I knew it, it was time for class in the afternoon.

    Since there was no break at noon, Qiao Qing was a little drowsy in class in the afternoon, and four classes in the afternoon were quite full.

    After class, I can't wait to lie on the table to catch up on sleep.

    Yuan Tingting, who was at the same table at the side, looked inwardly in amazement.

    Qiao Qing cherished every minute and every second of class, so why would she doze off in class? She always felt that something was wrong.

    When she packed her schoolbag and went home in the afternoon, she finally asked out the doubts that had been holding her back for several classes.

    "Qiao Qiao, you didn't take a lunch break at noon, did you go on a date with someone else?"

    A pair of eyes stared at Qiao Qing's face, afraid of missing a little bit of Qiao Qing's emotional ups and downs.

    Sure enough, Qiao Qing paused when she packed her things.

    "No, what are you thinking?"

    Yuan Tingting couldn't believe it, her eyes became brighter.

    "Impossible, according to what I know about you, if there is really no such thing, you must have said calmly, no."

    As he spoke, he imitated Qiao Qing's demeanor and said it again.

    Duduzui said: "How could you tell me so much."

    As the same table, Yuan Tingting and Qiao Qing get along day and night, and now they still have a certain understanding of Qiao Qing.

    At least after she finished speaking, Qiao Qing felt that what she said was right.

    Turning her head to look at Yuan Tingting, it took a while until Yuan Tingting wondered if there was something dirty on her face.

    Qiao Qing said indifferently: "Want to eat? I invite you."

    Yuan Tingting was startled, her eyes widened, she quickly realized and responded loudly.