Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"啪啪啪啪啪————"

"Oh oh oh oh----"

The warm applause and the noisy snoring came as the appointment, and the boys who handed her basketball were more than sighed: "It's amazing."

"Lucking luck..." She shook her head gently, flashing a look of pride between her eyebrows, but said very modestly on her mouth: "If I let me vote once, I definitely can't vote!"

"How is it possible!" The boy smiled and said: "We have a bet. If you enter me, please ask the whole class to eat ice cream!"

"喔喔————" is also a group of screaming voices. It seems that people who are not too big to eat and eat are always there.

"Hey--" She licked her lips and smiled sweetly: "Okay! For the ice cream of everyone, I work hard!"

What a sweet smile, what a positive energy answer!

Luo Dust can clearly feel that when Mi Fu said this sentence, Lisna and Nan Luo Ze's eyes looked at her at the same time.

A touch of gaze, with a deep gaze.

When Mi Fu was picking up the basketball returned by the male classmate again, she blinked, and there was a touch of dark light in the scorpion.

Still padding, lifting the ball. But this time the direction seems to be a little different from the basket, although it has not been seen.

"Hey--" Basketball formed a parabola in the air and smashed toward a certain point.

That direction is the direction in which Su Xiaoxiao is.

Luo smashed his eyes and reached out with Han Xixi at the same time, but she took a quick step, and her right hand wrist squeaked and twisted.

"Ah--" the scene was exclaimed, and Mi Fu was the first time to ran over and asked: "No...nothing!"

The kind of concerned eyes with unclear emotions, she whispered a little, and saw that Luo’s right hand was suddenly swollen with a large piece, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile that was unknown.

"Dust, you... you're fine!" Su Xiaoxiao immediately got up and looked at her hand, anxiously said: "Let's go to the infirmary!"

"I am going with you, I am really sorry." Mi Fu was anxious, and said with a look of grievance: "I blame me... too careless."

Originally, Luo was still thinking about reaching out and not smiling people. In this case, rice bran has already gained the upper hand.

Her first shot was made, just a paving for the second ball. This kind of person's mind is so deep, even if she and her positive theory, they will not win.

However, some still do not say, my heart is really not happy.

In the next second, she was cold and flustered, and her voice was not light and looked at her: "Is it intentional or not careful, are you not counting?"

As soon as the voice fell, Mi Fu’s face changed obviously, but the male **** who handed her basketball was just unbearable!

"I said Luo Dingchen, everyone is a classmate. And Mi Fu just turned around and didn't know you. You said nothing in this sentence."

Mi Fu heard that the original nervous look did not relax. The tone continues to be full of humble words: "I don't know why you think so. If I have something that makes you feel dissatisfied, you tell me... but I, I really didn't mean it!"

Luo smashed his eyes, and the clear eyes were covered with a haze at this moment. She looked at Mi Fu and had a deep sneer: "Since Mi Fu has such a deep love for basketball, So how do we compare to one? It happens, I like it too."