Rebirth of the live national male god

Chapter 517

Cherrell left with a straight back, no different from any well-bred nobleman.

In the live broadcast room, the group of salted fish who should be licking their faces happily,
Now they are all complaining mercilessly——

"[There is nowhere to escape from face control]: Drunk and drunk, is there a requirement for good looks to be a bad guy these days? When you see a handsome guy in the future, you have to think about whether the other guy is a big villain or not. How happy is this? Lick the screen!"

"[Yan Kongsheng has nothing to love]: What a beep! One Wilfrid is not enough, and now we need a brown-haired Cheryl! One is more handsome than the other, and the other is more tender and delicious. It's a pity, I Your eyes have seen too much!"

"[Master of Aesthetics]: Will Wilfried be more handsome and charming than Cherrell? Actually, that's fine too, after all, he's the big villain who's going to come out to fight the anchor, if everyone has ugly hot eyes, let alone the anchor Now, we can't stand it either! Doesn't it look more classy now?"

"[Hei Ye gave me a pair of wise eyes]: I always feel that the last sentence of Brown Mao's 'see you next time' has connotations."

"[But I use it to watch the live broadcast]: What's wrong with the connotation? Anyway, the anchor sees the tricks, and it's really impossible to solve it directly with violence. It's so sour to think about it!"

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Mo Ran didn't look at the barrage.

After sending Cheryl away, it was as if nothing had happened to her,
Turning around with a slight smile, he glanced at Yi Beichen who was walking over:

"Finally over?"

"Yeah." Yi Beichen nodded lightly, without even looking at the direction Cherel left:
"What did he say?"

"It's nothing," Mo Ran put down the wine that he hadn't touched much for more than an hour:
"He may have been skeptical, but he couldn't find evidence."

Nodding indifferently, the man didn't seem to intend to ask more questions.

The day after the dinner, it was time for the awarding of the International Chemistry Olympiad.

Mo Ran booked her flight back home after the awards ceremony.

After eating at noon, I went to the hotel where the Huaguo team was located to meet everyone.

Ding Yue didn't know anything about the fact that she was almost missing yesterday.
Although I fainted due to hypoglycemia for no reason, and unexpectedly caught a cold when I came back,
But she's in pretty good shape today.

When I went to the awards ceremony with the delegation,
This girl also changed from her previous high-cold demeanor,

He walked directly to the edge of Mo Ran,

It attracted several other participating students to look here again.

Ding Yue was unconscious.

It's hard to find someone who can let me let go and talk,

Ding Yue doesn't care what other people think of her, rubbing his nose and chatting with Mo Ran non-stop:

"I've never had hypoglycemia before. By the way, can hypoglycemia make people catch a cold?"

Moran:···

Hypoglycemia will not, but low temperature will.

Think about the chilly mortuary cabinet yesterday,

Mo Ran felt that it was really a blessing that this girl didn't know anything.

Following her words, he responded a few words casually, and then was inevitably stabbed a few times by this girl with the sharp edge of language without any malice.

Until even Mo Ran began to feel that the conversation would not go on,
Everyone finally saw the gate of the open-air venue.

Even if you look from a distance, you can see a dense mass of reporters over there,
But Mo Ran still breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, let the girl Ding Yue use her conventional combat power,

Go fuck those reporters!

(End of this chapter)