The national school idol is a girl

"Try, try what?" After Lin Feng finished speaking, he coughed heavily! The expression is very manly! Let me go, at this time, he is imitating Feng Baobao and why he stutters! The momentum cannot be lost!

Yunhu raised his eyebrows: "What else can I try?"

Lin Feng almost flipped the table: "Who are you looking down on? I also had a girlfriend!"

His girlfriends.

Everyone knows it.

Getting close to him was all for Yunhu in the end.

Lin Feng still remembers the last time he broke up, it was because he saw his girlfriend hugging Yun Hu's waist, with her head held high, as if she wanted to kiss Yun Hu's chin.

But even so, he still has to hold on!

And Yun Hu's eyes darkened at that moment, and even his voice was a little different from usual: "No more? With whom?"

"You don't need to worry about this!" Lin Feng was very serious at this time: "Don't say that my brother won't teach you, you are all people who want to compete quickly, don't think about so many messy things!"

But Yunhu insisted on this answer: "With whom?"

Lin Feng's eyes flickered from side to side. Straight men know that they usually refuse to admit defeat in front of other men, so Lin Feng blushed and lied: "She is the woman who wants to seduce you."

"she?"

Lin Feng thought to himself that he had finally managed to deal with it. It was so embarrassing to have someone expose his pretense in this regard. Phew.

If Bo Jiu were here, he would definitely say, "Lin Feng is stupid."

It's a pity that Lin Feng himself has no such awareness at all. After talking like this, even the thoughts that bothered him just now did not emerge, and he just tilted his head and fell asleep.

The bathrooms on high-speed trains are usually relatively clean, especially in Pingcheng, which is the first station.

Even if it's not clean, Bo Jiu still has to be there in order to receive a message. This kind of information cannot be received in front of a master.

Why not hide in the bathroom? Bo Jiu raised his hand and glanced at the phone screen, an email. Every word in the content was about Rao Rong, including this person's origin and the death of his father.

Just that one piece of content made Bo Jiu pause his fingers, his eyes darkened to the extreme, and then replied with a few words: "Focus on the death of Rao Rong's father. There is something wrong with it."

In the city center, an apartment high-rise.

On the screen, in the hero 5V5 arena, an assassin in red swept with his long sword.

When the sound effect of 4 kills sounded, he jumped back, so that those who wanted to chase him could not even touch his shadow. His eyes fell on the lit screen of his mobile phone, and he smiled with his beautiful thin lips and his clear face. He moved his fingers slightly and replied with the word "Okay".

On the game page, someone is still shouting, "Master, wait, add a friend."

Hoshinoichi had already quit the game, tapping his fingertips on the keyboard, opening an unknown micro forum.

Nobody knows.

The existence of that micro forum.

All IPs will be hidden.

There is the most perfect firewall there.

Can avoid detection by all network surveillance bureaus.

That was one of the important ways that Z used to obtain intelligence.

The young master of hackers never just talks casually.

Because the firewall here was made by Z himself.

So many organizations have tried to invade, but they have never succeeded...