After the War I Became a Women’s Clothing Boss

Fang Yingchen swept out a row of candidates who were lying on the ground obediently covered with "quilts" with rattan. Luo Mingjing "heartedly" left the sack brother.

"Good friends just want to go to the end together." Luo Mingjing smiled.

This is definitely revenge! revenge! So cruel, murderous!

Brother Sack climbed to the edge of the ring with difficulty, and fell down.

Thinking of this, she grabbed the person next to her and handed him the light brain in her hand: "Good friend, please help us take a picture."

The candidate who was suddenly entrusted with the important task muttered "Who is your best friend?", but involuntarily reached out to take it.

Luo Mingjing put her arms around Fang Yingchen's shoulders and waved to the sack brother who wanted to sneak away behind him: "Come on, my good friend, let's take a photo together."

The sack brother who was reluctant but did not dare to refuse stood aside with his face covered, he was tall but wronged.

"Good friends in the back, come, let's watch the camera together!"

The pure audience who became Luo Mingjing's good friends inexplicably, faced the camera with unknown reasons.

"I want to post it on Xingxing.com, everyone smile!"

"One, two, three! Eggplant!"

The examinee who took the photo with the light brain looked at the happy bunch of people, and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

After Luo Mingjing got her head back, Brother Sack blushed and came over to ask her to add her as a friend.

"I'm just afraid that you will send me ugly photos, I just want to supervise you!"

You stubborn young man! Luo Mingjing smiled and waved goodbye to Brother Sack, Abu, it's Clariant.

After returning to the hotel in the evening, Luo Mingjing looked through the photos taken, and unexpectedly found a touch of red in the corner. Face.

Oh, this violent little genius still condescends to watch her match?

Luo Mingjing complained in her heart, and started to make pictures with skillful techniques, added filters, adjusted the brightness, and selfishly made her face thinner.

Open the wormhole app, which is equivalent to modern WeChat, and upload photos.

Picture and text: Luo Mingjing and his good friends.

A minute later, Clariant silently gave her a like.

Luo Mingjing smiled and replied to the comments of her friends, when suddenly a dark avatar flashed and gave her a like.

The corners of her raised mouth drooped down.

It's Lebion.

Luo Mingjing stared at the avatar for a long time, then turned off her head and went to sleep in annoyance.

When I came to the test room the next day, the waiting crowd had already halved.

As soon as Luo Mingjing appeared, her eyes were projected onto her, accompanied by not a small amount of discussion.

"He was the one who made the limelight yesterday? He's obviously a weak chicken!"

"It's a light system, and it's only B-rank. Why don't you go to the Lantern Bearer Association to study in a military school!"

"I heard that it came from an unknown star, what kind of talent can come from a place where birds don't shit?"

"Maybe it's just luck that I didn't get swiped, and the next exam will not be so good."

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Only a day later, Luo Mingjing was stripped to the bottom of her bottoms. Facing these countless doubts and contempt, Luo Mingjing frowned in confusion. Is she so famous?

Luo Mingjing grabbed Clariant, who was trying her best to reduce the sense of existence and slipped away from her, and asked, "What's going on?"

Clariant broke free from her hand, pulled away from her, and whispered as if we were not familiar with her: "Don't talk to me, I don't want to be stared at by those people. "

"What happened?" Luo Mingjing was anxious.

"Yesterday Xue Ao, Instructor Xue, after watching your game, he said that you are the strongest among the freshmen this year."

His last words were almost inaudible, but they sounded like a thunder in Luo Mingjing's ear, knocking her into a trance.

Who is this Xue Ao? Have a grudge against her? Why do you pit her like this!

No wonder everyone looked at her with such strange eyes, doesn't this obviously push her to the forefront!

Since childhood, she has been well versed in keeping a low profile, in short, Luo Mingjing, who likes to make trouble in the dark. Suddenly he was pushed to the bright side and became a target, and he was at a loss for a while.

Suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder, Luo Mingjing was startled, she turned her head vigilantly, and a thin face with a slightly wretched smile appeared.

"Hello my teammate."

He was wearing a gray robe, tall and thin, and stretched out his hand towards Luo Mingjing, wearing layers of colorful beads on his wrist.

This person looks abnormal! Luo Mingjing put his hands tightly in his pockets, took a step back and asked suspiciously:

"Who are you? When did I become teammates with you?"

The smile on the visitor's face deepened, and he stepped forward with great enthusiasm and hugged Luo Mingjing: "Introduce myself, my name is Qimuge, your teammate in the next game."

"The next game?" Luo Mingjing pulled his arm away and stayed away from him: "You stop lying!"

The second round of the test is a team competition, three people in a team, randomly assigned before the opening, but there is no team list at all.

Qimuge paid no attention to Luo Mingjing's questioning gaze, waved his hands in the air, turned in a circle to face her, and said in an aria:

"It is the great **** of destiny who guides me, and the one who shines bright, warm, pure and flawless is my dearest friend!"

Luo Mingjing covered her face, it was too shameful.

"Hey, Qimuge! You can be optimistic, that kid is only B-level. The real A-level light system is here!"

Looking in the direction of the enthusiastic person, Luo Mingjing just hit the gaze of the A-level light psychic.

He was wearing pure white delicate clothes, and his face was clean and tender. At first glance, he was a child raised by a noble family. At this moment, with those arrogant eyes, he was staring at her indifferently like a fake.

Luo Mingjing hadn't figured out what kind of expression to use to repay the other party, so she was hugged.

"No! This is the light I've been looking for! I won't admit it! No!" Qimuge hugged Luo Mingjing and said affectionately.

Then he was blasted away by Luo Mingjing's ruthless punch, and Qimuge, who was knocked back a few meters by Luo Mingjing's radiant fist, rushed over and held it up as if he had found some kind of treasure her fist.

"Look at this beautiful light and feel this majestic power! Ah! You are the one destined!"

Luo Mingjing, who had never seen such a brazen person before, was defeated and said angrily, "Please, stop talking."

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"Your ability, is foreknowledge?" Luo Mingjing's eyes widened in surprise: "So powerful!"

"A mere B-level, it's not that powerful." Qimuge became unusually modest, adjusted his messy bangs, and said:

"Foreknowledge of this power, the higher the level, the earlier death. I can live to this day, thanks to the blessing of my ancestors."

Luo Mingjing nodded with a vague understanding: "Then do you know who our other teammate is?"

Qimuge flicked the gray robe beside him, and with both hands in the air, Luo Mingjing knew that he had started again.

"Full of brutal mysterious power! When the red flames burn, everything that stands in his way will be destroyed!"

"Speak!"

"Look over there." Qimuge squatted beside Luo Mingjing obediently, pointing to their left.

The red-haired boy sitting alone in the corner.

"Why don't you pester him?"

Luo Mingjing glanced at him and retracted his gaze to ask Qimuge.

"I'm afraid he will hit me." Qimuge looked at her innocently with open eyes.

You are a little self-aware.

When the two were gossiping, the group list was also announced. Sure enough, they were a team of three, Fang Yingchen and Clariant.

Luo Mingjing and Qimuge walked side by side, looking at the red-haired boy standing alone in front of him in awe.

"Can we win this game?" Luo Mingjing asked quietly.

"I don't know. Things that concern me cannot be predicted." Qimuge raised his signature wretched smile again: "So, you must do your best!"

"Then tell me, what can you do on the field? Can you tell the fortune on the spot?"

"Don't worry! That No. 74 is so strong, we don't have to shoot at all."

Yes! Your teammates are so strong, don't worry at all!

When the game started, Luo Mingjing realized that she was wrong, she should not believe Qimuge's words, nor should she think about the red-haired boy with normal thinking.

On the field, Luo Mingjing was beaten by a series of violent attacks and fled, and the whole examination room echoed with her cry of collapse.

"Number 74! I'm your teammate! What are you beating me for! Are you sick!"