The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

"Isn't your brother a professional player of "W2"? He is also a member of the Dilin Game Club." Ruan Feiyue fanned the flames next to him: "You let your brother compete with them, so that you can know how powerful Yunci is. Not great anymore."

She also doesn't believe how powerful Yunci can play games.

As soon as a professional player took a shot, Yunci must have been persuaded.

Xie Wanmeng curled her lips and snorted coldly: "Forget it, my brother won't play games with these little guys. If you want to play, it's also at the level of a **** like Si Yue."

A group of people went back to their homes, leaving only Xia Beiqing and Yunci on the side of the road.

"Sister-in-law, tell me the truth, have you ever played "W2", the first game can't be so powerful, don't deceive me as a fool!"

Looking at her technique, she is obviously very skilled.

Yun Ci raised his eyebrows and looked at him, slowly speaking, "I also want to ask you, why are you still a rookie after playing for so long?"

"..."

Xia Beiqing was speechless.

"Let's go first." Yunci stopped a taxi.

Not long after getting in the car, the phone rang and a voice message popped up on the chat trumpet.

Clicking on the voice, Xia Beiqing's cry came from inside.

"Ligger... I'm so sad... They... They laughed at me as a rookie and didn't take me when playing games. They also said that I was out of **** luck... and I was accepted as an apprentice by you. It's the Liger you like. Because of my talent... they don't believe it, woo woo woo..."

He cried out of breath.

Yunci typed a few words to reply to him.

"Well, they are right."

On the other side, Xia Beiqin saw the reply, crying and running wildly on the street.

He is no longer alive!

The next day, noon.

A group of people sat in the milk tea shop.

Ruan Feiyue and Xie Wanmeng were fighting with the boys.

Suddenly someone shouted: "Classmate Yunci, here!"

Turning his head and looking, Yun Ci was pushing open the glass door and walking towards this side.

Ruan Feiyue and Xie Wanqing changed their faces at the same time.

The boys who had been sitting next to them got up one after another and gathered around Yun Ci.

Zhong Qi leaned on the counter, and Chao Yunci asked: "Whatever you want to drink, order whatever you want. Brother invites you."

Wei Yuzhuo patted his forehead: "What brother, how can I talk to our sister!"

Xie Wanmeng rolled her eyes and poked the milk tea straw: "Why is she here again? Annoying!"

Ruan Feiyue glanced over there, her chest suffocated.

She relied on Xie Wanmeng to enter this small group.

And Yunci can always steal her things easily.

Why? !

Ruan Feiyue grabbed the jealousy in his eyes and deliberately said in Xie Wanmeng's ear: "She seems to be Zhou Yan calling, isn't Zhou Yan chasing you? Isn't it...he likes Yunci again."

This sentence really hurts Xie Wanmeng's self-esteem.

She was so angry that she couldn't drink the milk tea anymore.

And Ruan Feiyue wanted this kind of effect.

After school, the school gate was crowded with people.

In the empty corridor, Xie Wanmeng leaned against the wall, arms around her chest, with a pretentious gesture.

Zhou Yan stood opposite and looked at her grinningly: "Xiao Meng, you called me over, what's the matter?"

Xie Wanmeng glanced at him lightly: "You are chasing me, right?"

Zhou Yanhong pointed his ears: "You can see it all?"

Xie Wanmeng's lips curled up proudly: "Well, I can give you a chance to chase me."

Hearing this, Zhou Yan's eyes flashed, and the surprise came too suddenly.

"Really...really?"

"Of course it's true." Xie Wanmeng snorted coldly: "However, you have to promise me one request first."