Quick Transmigration Counterattack: Mysterious Boss, Don’t Tease

Chapter 1930 Real World 19

It is important to know that many people present in the game are still imitating the writings of their predecessors and have not formed their own style. On this alone, Xiao Moer has surpassed many people.

Qin Yuxuan’s eyes always stared at Xiaomoer. When everyone complimented and praised him, his facial expressions still stretched his face and could not see any emotions, but he pointed his eyes and noticed the eyes of the boy’s bright eyes. Flashing light.

Hey, I thought the little guy could really be so light. However, at his age, it is not bad to be able to do this.

Many people who are older than him, who are fascinated by the public, will unconsciously show their pleasure on their faces, and the little guy in front of them will not show anything on the face. Only those eyes leaked his eyes at this time. mood.

Someone began to read the down link of the kid ink.

"The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, and each of them showed their powers to cross the sea, step by step and rise to the fairy."

"Not bad."

"This is not bad. It is good to be able to match this with his age."

Everyone gave a pertinent affirmation to the couplet of Xiaozi Mo.

Fu’s treasurer went on to say: “The next one is the last contestant of the couplet.”

As the shopkeeper's voice fell, Xiao Yan put down Qin Yuxuan's couplet from the second floor.

When the couplet was thoroughly presented in front of everyone, they all widened their eyes and their eyes were full of wonder.

"Good sentence."

"Miao, it’s wonderful."

A young man shook his feather fan and sighed with a sigh of relief: "Seventy-two changes, good demon and good demon, repeated success."

Xiao Moer stared at the couplet, and the little face was a little tighter than before.

He also can see that this game lost to the man himself.

The little guy was somewhat lost in the bottom of his heart, but the face did not show up, but straightened the waist, ready to pull back in the next round.

Qin Yuxuan has been paying attention to the little guy's every move, just like the slightest flash of his face on his face, he naturally saw it.

Off-court North Rain was very satisfied with the performance of Xiaozi Mo, he can be so, very satisfied with her.

After several scholars negotiated, the blessing cabinet took the final result.

"The following 20 places in the first round of promotion are No. 2, No. 7, No. 12, No. 20, No. 21, No. 25, No. 29, No. 30, No. 31 , No. 32, No. 37, No. 38..."

When Xiao Moer heard his thirty-seventh, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After a round of competition, there were only 20 selected players on the field.

Xiao Moer turned to look at the onlookers, and at a glance he found the position of the mother. As he turned his head, he slammed into the eyes of the mother, and he saw a gesture of refueling.

This gesture outsider does not know what it means, but he knows.

Xiao Moer made a similar gesture to Bei Niang with Bei Yu, and a sweet smile was on the little face.

Qin Yuxuan took advantage of the interaction between their mother and son, and their eyebrows were slightly picked.

Although I don't understand what the gesture means, I read the mouth shape of the North Rain, ‘refueling’.

"Come on." Qin Yuxuan muttered these two words, and the lips evoked a touch of fun.

"Well, now we are doing the second round of competition. In the second round, we will make a poem with the theme of 'Millef Buddha'. This time it is only a quarter of an hour. If it is not answered within a quarter of an hour, it will be eliminated directly."

(End of this chapter)