MTL - Reincarnation – Lord is Extremely Hardcore-Chapter 19 Who is better than anyone

"I……"

"Can you put away your disgusting face?" Before Bai Suqing said a word, Zhou Yaya couldn't help but unhappy and said in a cold voice, and a few students around her looked for a while, looking at Bai Suqing And Zhou Yaya.

Zhou Yaya said she would leave and no longer care about Bai Suqing. She didn't hate weak women like Bai Suqing originally, but she didn't like it, because this kind of people made her feel that she didn't have the slightest desire to control. Poor type of woman approached the door of their house and said that it was a woman raised by her father. She almost let her parents divorce. Although it was later confirmed that the woman had a mental problem, she was still conditioned and reflexive. Woman feels disgusted.

Of course, Zhou Yaya did n’t know. No one knew. The nervous third was a drama where Mu Rulan was looking for someone to perform. In the previous life, Zhou Yaya and Bai Suqing also met under such circumstances, but they were different. Yes, Zhou Yaya just had no desire to control Bai Suqing, not disgust.

Bai Suqing was angry, but her face became more and more weak and pitiful. She stood stiffly, her black head drooped slightly, and her white skirt wrapped in a thin body. It looked like she was aggrieved, but she did n’t dare The poor little daughter-in-law made a few boys look sideways and seemed to be moving.

Bai Suqing sneered secretly. Playing with the boy was the least challenging. She just needed to make a few expressions to make them hold her as a princess.

Just suddenly, I don't know who shouted, "Hurry up! It's our chairman's performance!"

In a word, the boys who had gone to Bai Suqing suddenly turned quickly and rushed into the auditorium.

"Crouch! You can try to grab a seat with me!"

"Fuck! Is your name written in that seat ?! Stay away!"

"Go to **** you……"

The boy's voice arguing while he was running, Bai Suqing's facial muscles stiffly looked at the empty surroundings, some gritted teeth. In France, she has never fallen out of favor in the boy circle ...

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Prepared for a few days, but the celebration time is only one day. For the aristocratic college, the celebration is a beneficial activity with high success rate for the college and students, because there will be many people coming to watch Students who perform well will benefit their reputation, and the college will benefit as a result, they are closely related.

Opened in the morning by Mu Rulan, in the open-air open-air auditorium, after the speech was a simple piano performance, the girl did not need any lighting decoration to set off, but also earned people's attention, always looking Busy and busy, it seems that the social elites who can't move without them on the earth also rarely sedated in the floating notes as if they had never rested. The nervous and busy heart young master don't mess with me in the latest chapter.

In fact, many people are here today for Mu Rulan.

"The five in the first row of District B are the heads of the Ivy League University, Harvard University, Yale University, the University of Pennsylvania, Princeton University, and Columbia University ... Wow! That's not the capital over there Who is that? If you remember correctly, the college entrance examination is next semester? Shouldn't those prestigious universities already be grabbing people? "From the beginning, Lu Zimeng, who chattered with Mo Qianren in the dark, was glaring. Straightened his eyes, and finally patted the shoulders of the handsome man next to him, "Qianren, your myth will soon be defeated by this girl, believe me."

Mo Qianren glanced lightly at Lu Zimeng's hand on his shoulder. Lu Zimeng pulled a corner of his mouth and retracted his hands like an electric shock. When he saw Mo Qianren ignored him, he turned his head and looked at the performance on the stage. , Dissatisfied muttered, "What, it's amazing to have cleanliness, who hasn't had a quirk, necrophilia, etc., all right now ..."

Lu Zimeng is the thirty-eighth man Mo Ren has seen in the past twenty-five years. It is comparable to the old man cleaning his downstairs.

On the stage where there is almost only one person and a white piano, the girl is wearing an exquisite workmanship of Bislan, facing the auditorium, and Jin Chanchan's sunlight is sprinkled on her. People see her jaw slightly retracted and long. The eyelashes are slightly constricted, and the hair covers some of her skin, but she can see the beautiful soft smile on the corners of her fuchsia lips, and occasionally she looks up and turns to them, and the dark eyes flash, the warmth is the most beautiful The bottom of the dark heart was warmed by the sun.

This is a magical girl.

The hibiscus comes out of water, and it is naturally carved.

She must be an angel created by God to bring sunshine to the humble people.

"God ..." Sitting in the first row of auditoriums in Zone A, a man with blond hair stood up, whispered and picked up the camera in his hand, blocking the sight of the people behind him, he ignored the other party. Whispered, clicked, clicked, and pressed the button several times in a row, but his heart was screaming. No, there is even better, this girl has a more magical side! A true photographer must grasp the soul that can hold people's hearts in order to be called a photographer.

He is waiting ...

"Famous French photography master, Lawrence Monde." Lu Zimeng, who couldn't stop talking, opened his mouth again. He has been watching the people sitting in the front rows of the districts on the field, because the people who will be placed in that important position will certainly not be small people. In this case, it really is. This is for a noble college. Say, it can definitely be said to be flattered. For example, Lawrence, he is not a character who is invited to invite. He is the exclusive photographer of the royal family in various countries and never shoots people easily.

"What is he doing?" Lu Zimeng looked at Lawrence standing still. The one behind him was almost soaring. Lu Zimeng made up for the scene where he kicked Lawrence on his knees and almost burst into laughter.

Mo Qianren glanced lightly, "Capturing the soul. Rest assured, he can't shoot well."

"Huh?" How did he know? Besides, what can he rest assured?

"He was too excited, his body was tense and slightly trembling, his neck and jugular veins were violent, and his hands would tremble a little while catching what he wanted. So, congratulations, the flaw appeared." Mo Qianren crossed his arms. The legs sounded very cold and indifferent. I don't know why Lu Zimeng heard a taste of gloating.

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