Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 417 The Four Corners Game

Chapter 417 Four Corners Game
At breakfast time, Wei Rong put the large lunch box on the fourth floor on the table.

Bang!
Jia Feifei grinned and felt the service life of the table -1.
Qiu Ruorui couldn't help but said, "Rongrong, you've been eating too much recently, can't you support it every day?"

Wei Rong held the fried dough stick in one hand and the steamed bun in the other, and opened his bow from left to right.

Her cheeks were bulging, as if she was afraid that someone would rob her.

It took a long time to swallow something before opening her mouth.

"If I don't hold on, I feel hungry." She was also a little embarrassed, "I don't know what's going on, my mother has started to talk about it recently, saying that fortunately everyone is living well now, and I have to be poor in the past. Impossible."

Yue Qingqing went to get the water glass, as if she accidentally bumped into Wei Rong's wrist.

The aura burrowed into the place where it touched.

A gloomy coldness made Yue Qingqing's heart skip a beat.

If you want to explore again, the skin can be divided at the touch of a button.

Wei Rong raised his hand and chewed, filling his mouth with fluffy fried dough sticks.

Jia Feifei was afraid that Wei Rong would choke, "Drink some water."

The four layers of food were quickly eaten, and Wei Rong patted his stomach and hiccupped.

"Hey, I finally feel better. I don't eat for a while, and I feel like my stomach is on fire, as if I've been hungry for several days..."

Yue Qingqing decided to ask directly, Wei Rong has a bright personality, and if she bewildered, she still doesn't know when she will get the answer.

"Rongrong, do you know Zhang Mingming?
Wei Rong nodded, "I know, why did you suddenly mention him?"

As if thinking of something, Wei Rong winked and said, "No way, Zhang Mingming is not tall and not very good-looking, he is far worse than that."

Yue Qingqing didn't care about "who" in the girl's mouth, and put all her thoughts on the side.

"You know Zhang Mingming and Luo Jie, how is your relationship?"

Wei Rong rubbed his stomach with a puzzled expression on his face, and took out a packet of crispy noodles from his schoolbag.

"The relationship is alright. I played more a while ago, but of course it's not as good as the relationship with you."

Wei Rong tore open the bag, broke off a piece of dough, and threw it into his mouth, guessing whether our Qingqing was jealous.

Damn, although we are popular, you are my little baby.

Before Wei Rong could talk, Yue Qingqing continued to ask, "Have you encountered any strange people recently, or... encounter strange things?"

Qiu Ruorui did not know why, nor did she know the reason.

Jia Feifei felt the hairs on his arms stand up.

The last time Qingqing asked herself what the situation was with these questions, she will never forget it in her life.

Jia Feifei bit her lower lip, thinking of Wei Rong's abnormality these days, and moved her chair silently.

She curled up in the corner and rubbed the goose bumps on her arms.

"Wait." Wei Rong raised his head and poured all the crispy noodles in the bag into his mouth.

There was a sour creaking sound.

"What do you mean by strange things? By the way, we played a game a while ago, and we wanted to call you, but you didn't come."

Yue Qingqing thought for a while, it seemed like this was the case, but at that time Jiang Jingze had researched a new dish, and she was in a hurry to taste it after school, so...

"You talk about it from the beginning." Yue Qingqing intuited that all the weirdness was probably related to the game Wei Rong said.

"In the beginning, it was because Zhang Mingming and Li Tu made fun of our girls for being timid, so Luo Jie proposed to play two games. I heard from the senior senior sister, anyway, to scare the cowards."

Qiu Ruorui asked curiously, "What game?"

"The Four Corners Game."

(End of this chapter)

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