The national school idol is a girl

Zhao Sanpang didn't understand and raised his eyebrows: "For me? You are not attracted by my beauty, are you? I know I am handsome, but I have no intention of competing with Qin Xinji for her."

Bo Jiu snorted: "Don't worry, Mr. Pang, I can't appreciate your handsomeness."

"Why do you want to learn cooking skills?" Zhao Sanpang's chatterbox attribute was aroused: "Then you have come to the right place. Let me tell you, the tomato scrambled eggs I make now are very delicious."

Bo Jiu said slowly: "People who have a partner don't need to learn to cook, not to mention that I have an apprentice."

Zhao Sanpang: ... There is no way to chat!

"You should take a look at the express delivery." Bo Jiu curled his lips: "Then you will understand everything."

Express delivery?

Zhao Sanpang set his eyes on the small wooden box in her right hand.

He still felt that Qin Xinji didn't come, and there was something wrong.

What was in this small wooden box?

Zhao Sanpang stretched out his hand to open it, and there was something similar to a tablet inside.

It was thinner and smaller than the common iPad.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Bo Jiu: "You did it?"

The young man said lazily: "The key is the content inside."

"What inside..." Zhao Sanpang said here, and suddenly paused. His eyes slowly widened, and it seemed that he could stir up waves. The fluctuations were so obvious that his pupils were shaking: "This, when did this happen?"

"Three days ago." Bo Jiu sat there, supporting his side face with one hand, with messy silver hair falling down, just like an oriental vampire noble: "How is it? Do you want to come back?"

Zhao Sanpang suppressed the rolling breath in his chest, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What are you doing back? I have already retired. You know how they treated Luo Luo, and you also know why the three of us retired. Now I hear what these people say, what are you doing back?"

"If you ask me, my answer is very simple." Bo Jiu stood up, and his handsome face tilted slightly casually: "Come back, let's shake up the e-sports arena together again, and tell some people that Dad is still his dad."

Zhao Sanpang paused, and when he raised his eyes again, the wind surged in his eyes.

The girls sitting next to them were really confused.

Bo Jiu walked over with a faint smile: "Actually, I don't care what you say, but there is one thing, you are taking the blame for my fans. Someone said he likes Xiaocheng, right? The person standing in front of you is Zhao Sanpang. Xiaocheng, oh no, the number one tank in the server, won the championship of three realms, although he was defeated by our Dimeng in the end." Zhao Sanpang: ...If you didn't add the last sentence, I thought you were praising me! "But he is still the best in the server." Bo Jiu leaned down slowly and whispered in one of the girls' ears: "Those who have supported us to this point will never be like you."

As he spoke, Bo Jiu raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Sanpang: "Fat Master, do you think it's not worth it and refuse to come back because of these people? I have always liked Luo Luo because she knows what this world is like, and she still stands in the center of the map with a mage in her hand. With her around, we have to consider how to break through when we fight Xiaocheng, and whether we will be completely controlled if we are not careful. She never retired because of these people."

Bo Jiu stood up slowly and stood against the light: "She felt that her hand speed was slow and she would not be able to keep up with Xiaocheng, and she wanted you to win."

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