MTL - He is From Great Sea of Stars-Chapter 173 Take your sister to eat chicken
In the past few days, the little girl Jiangluo has successfully mixed with the neighbor's little brother by relying on her own cooking and cranberry yellow peach biscuits.
He also succeeded in playing games at Huo Xingchao's house for three days with the reason that "the wires at home have not been repaired".
But on the fourth day, Jiang Luo returned to her apartment full of fatigue.
In her hand, she was holding the return gift given to her by the handsome guy.
Luo Jiang turned back from the computer and asked her,
"how are you today?"
"not too good."
The little girl frowned and sighed,
"I think it's basically yellow between us."
"Aha?"
Luo Jiang was really surprised.
She and Jiang Luo have been in the same class since kindergarten. They have grown up together so much that they have never met a man Jiang Luo couldn't touch.
Even in high school, he was known as the high-cold male **** who was known as the real version of Naoki Irie.
The matter of "rejecting Jiangluo".
In the eyes of their friends, it was completely incredible.
"He has a girlfriend?"
Luo Jiang could only try to guess, "Or is he really gay?"
"But don't talk about being gay."
Jiang Luo changed her shoes and sat cross-legged on the carpet, frowning in thought.
In less than half a minute, I rolled a few times in vicissitudes of life,
"I'm such an idiot!"
"......What happened to you?"
......
What happened to Jiang Luo?
-This afternoon, Jiang Luo happily ran to brother Huo's house to play games.
But this time, she refused to form a team with him after being beaten to death.
"Well, it's better for me to learn the theoretical knowledge first. You can just play by yourself. I'll record the operation of the Great God next to me, and then I'll team up with you to help you when I'm proficient."
She really didn't have the courage to team up with the Great God again.
You have to know that salted fish also has self-esteem.
In high school, the math teacher was divided into study groups. She was the one with the worst grades in the group. Every time she handed in homework and ranked in exam results, she was always pulling the back of the group members.
At that time, she was in the liberal arts class. The members of the group were all girls, and her appearance only caused jealousy rather than love, so almost everyone disliked her.
Jiang Luo was well-liked and had many friends, so she knew a lot of the bad things they said behind their backs, intentionally or not. She felt very uncomfortable.
The next day, I went to the office to find a teacher to change the group.
Switch to the worst group in the class.
To be honest, she can endure being stupid, having poor grades, and being scolded by her parents as teachers say, it doesn't matter.
But she couldn't stand it, dragging others down.
If there is a drag, there will be a deficit, if there is a deficit, you will be short of breath, and if you are short of breath, you will be useless.
Jiang Luo will never drag others down in his whole life.
She will never, ever, live like her father.
So a few days ago, she teamed up with little brother Huo to play games and worked hard, but in the end she was still a boxer who was holding her back, and she almost cried.
If it wasn't for the fact that she hadn't gotten to know Huo Xingchao well at that time, and had no reason to approach him other than playing games, she would definitely never play double-queue with him again.
It was not until today that I dared to bring it up confidently.
Because she thinks, little brother should not drive her out TT
But you know, when people are proud, they are easy to float.
When people are floating, they will say the wrong thing and do the wrong thing.
Jiang Luo is such a person who is easy to float.
She was playing with Huo Xingchao's handcuffs on the table, a little curious,
"Why do you have such a thing as handcuffs?"
"It was given by someone else."
"But this handcuff is too unreliable. It's actually made of plastic."
Jiang Luo handcuffed her hands, and found that she didn't need a key. She shrank her hand and got out. She tried her ankle again, and this time it was just fine.
"Look, this circle is so big, it's almost as good as a foot-cuffing."
Huo Xingchao hummed softly,
"It was just a toy"
However, Jiang Luo was playing, and suddenly thought of something and asked,
"By the way, didn't you tell me last time not to tell others that you are a god?"
The boy looked at the screen and hummed lightly,
"What, who did you tell?"
"Of course I won't tell anyone!"
The little girl whose character was questioned suddenly raised her voice, but after a while, cautiously,
"But the last time I met you for the first time, it wasn't on a live broadcast, so your face was recorded. I think if my friends watched that live broadcast, they might know that you live here. …”
Huo Xingchao expressed that he did not understand,
"Why do your friends know that I live here after watching the live broadcast? Is she a fairy?"
"She's not a fairy, she's just my roommate."
Jiang Luo talked a lot, and his logical and organizational skills were average. Balabala said a lot before explaining the relationship between the events of the past few days and Luo Jiang.
"...So, she admires you very much, and she knows that I'm here to play with a little brother I just met who is very good at playing games. In this way, as long as she watches the live broadcast, she doesn't know about me. The person you meet is God, you."
"But don't worry, she is a very sensible girl. Even if she knows, she will definitely not come to harass you. Don't worry, I just let you know..."
"Wait a minute."
Huo Xingchao interrupted her, raised his eyebrows,
"You said she lived with you?"
"yes."
"Live opposite together?"
"Yes."
"Is she still at home now?"
"She's always been there."
The boy paused for a while and asked with interest,
"Isn't there a power outage at your house?"
......Oh.
Oh yes, it seems that the wiring in their house is broken.
Jiang Luo blinked, her face did not change, her heart did not beat,
"She's sleeping and doesn't need electricity."
Huo Xingchao bent his lips noncommittally, did not talk about this topic again, but took out his mobile phone,
"The live broadcast software you use is Meniscus, right?"
"what?"
"I gonna go see."
what?
Jiang Luo opened her eyes instantly.
"You want to watch my live broadcast? Ah, that, no, in fact, you just showed it for a second and didn't say anything, really!"
"Um."
He nodded lazily, unmoved, "I'll take a look first."
Huo Xingchao clicked on the only live broadcast software on his mobile phone, and unhurriedly entered the live broadcast name he saw that day: "God of Aotian".
Sure enough, the avatar is Jiang Luo's photo.
He clicked to find the record.
The live broadcast directory is sorted in reverse chronological order, and the second one is the date four days ago, which is easy to find.
The boy clicked it directly, pulled the progress bar back, and after a while he pulled up to the supermarket section. The little girl in the video opened the door of the supermarket,
"Well, I finally came today to find the snacks you recommended..."
The God of Aotian was stunned, and before his mind could react, his body muscles had begun to move automatically, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed his mobile phone.
"Don't look!"
Huo Xingchao narrowed his eyes,
"Give me back the phone."
"Brother, this is really nothing to see, really!"
"Does it make sense to you?"
He had no doubts, this guy definitely did something wrong to him in the live broadcast, sneered,
"You blocked it for a while, but for the rest of your life?"
Jiang Luo bravely raised his chest, and while hiding his mobile phone, he took out his own.
"I'll just change my ID."
"Jiang Luo, you still haven't paid it back?"
"......"
Huo Xing was expressionless and grabbed the hem of her skirt.
If this is a TV series, the heroine will definitely fall accidentally, and then the hero bends over to pick her up in order to protect her, and both of them fall to the ground.
Even more girlish, she just kissed him directly.
But our God K is not those coquettish bitches. He pulled Jiang Luo Sailor's skirt, narrowed his eyes, and threatened with no grace.
"Believe it or not, I pulled your **** down."
"You pull it."
Jiang Luo is still modifying his live broadcast name, and he is not afraid at all.
"I even broadcast live in a bikini in the Maldives, I don't care."
Depend on.
Can Huo Xingchao really pull?
Of course he can't!
he sneered,
"Then you can change it, and I can find you even if you change it."
"Yes, you reminded me, what name should I change?"
Jiang Luo suddenly reacted,
"I'll just delete the playback video!"
While deleting the video, she ran back and wanted to turn off the playback that Huo Xingchao was still playing on her phone.
—Ignoring the skirt that might be ripped off.
Hey, don't tell me, the little fairies we broadcast live in bikinis are so informal.
Huo Xingchao took a deep breath, saw the plastic handcuffs still on her feet, pulled the other side, and placed them on the feet of the coffee table.
"Crack" sound.
Jiang Luo almost fell.
She was anxious, leaning back to avoid his outstretched hand,
"Pull your skirt when you pull your skirt, what kind of hero is a pinched foot!"
"Bring your phone."
"Wait a moment!"
"Jiang Luo."
"immediately!"
"" Did you try pressing exit? "
"...O-M-G!"
......
Huo Xingchao turned back and frowned.
Sure enough, the door did not know when it was opened.
Xiao Chuanzhi was standing at the door, looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help swallowing.
"Brother, it turns out that you like this one."
Sailor suit, handcuffs. girl.
- wow~
just.
I don't know how it was so coincidental.
The clear voice of the female anchor came from the mobile phone in Jiang Luo's hand,
"It's strawberry-flavored ice cream again, and strawberry-flavored candy again, and looking at the way she walks full of anger, it's either a fake girl or a gay!"
"I've been in the base circle for so many years, and I can tell at a glance that it's not only gay, but maybe... tsk tsk tsk."
"Yes, he's very handsome! But this little brother must have a boyfriend. How can I flirt with a man and grab a man from a man?"
......
Jiang Luo watched Huo Xingchao's face darken.
Then it was successfully swept out.
The little girl clawed at the door,
"Little brother, listen to my explanation."
"Explain what?"
The boy was expressionless, he pulled the chubby paper in,
"My boyfriend and I need personal space. What, are you going to grab a man from a man?"
"Snapped!"
Jiang Luo returned to the house opposite the door in dismay.
In her hand, she also held the "return gift of cookies" that Huo Xingchao gave her.
Luo Jiang comforted her,
"Look, he is still in the mood to return the gift, which means that things are still turning around. If he is really angry, how can he prepare a gift for you, right?"
"Would you like to open it and see what it is?"
The little girl gave a gloomy response and began to unpack the gift box.
Opened the box and found inside - still a box.
Take it apart again - another box.
Take it apart - it's still a box.
Big box sets small box, small box sets small box.
Jiang Luo dismantled it to the end and found that it was actually a ring box.
Luo Jiang is very active,
"Is it a ring?"
Ah.
how is this possible.
It's a ring, and she'll go to the door and kneel for him now.
Sure enough, Jiang Luo opened the ring box—it was a smaller box.
...a full thirteen boxes.
At the end of the demolition, she found that it was empty, with nothing but the box.
Just then, with a "ding dong" sound, new news from the little brother next door was uploaded on WeChat.
Jiang Luo clicked open.
The little brother next door: How is it, do you like it?
Cherryluo: What is this?
The little brother next door: the Russian box.
The little brother next door: No one deserves it except you.
......What do you mean?
Jiang Luo was stunned for a long time, staring at the pile of boxes, still not understanding why she was so powerful.
After two minutes, Luo Jiang in front of the computer screen sighed,
"Hey, k2 hasn't been online for the past two days, and it's not easy to play. This one actually fell into a box."
.......Oh.
She got it.
—Sheet's mother Jafak.