The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Su Xiaomo froze for a moment, like a warm current.

He said, I like you very much.

That mood, like floating in the clouds and deep in hell, is both happy and painful.

Happily, I heard his confession.

The pain is knowing that it's just a lie.

Su Xiaomo smiled at him reluctantly and cooperated with the acting: "Hemei, I like you too, let me give you monkeys!"

He Jiayu came over, || pet || drowned and touched her head: "Go, I will send you home."

After all, he ignored all the girls who had posted up, but only sent Su Xiaomo home.

All the girls looked at the back of the two with envy and hate.

The short-haired girl said, "Are they ... a couple?"

"Oh, how is that possible! Master Yu is just playing with her!"

"Really?" The short-haired girl was deeply suspicious.

Because, she saw clearly, he looked at her with exclusive gentleness.

...

Su family.

The community was particularly lively. Su Xiaomo gathered to look at it. It turned out to be a new event organized after the wrist, the shuttlecock, and the landlord—the watermelon eating contest.

The prizes are quite rich. The first prize is a tennis racket, the second prize is a learning machine, and the third prize is a footbath.

At this point, the working people are off work, and the Student Party is also out of school.

Su Xiaomo wasn't interested, but when he accidentally scanned the tennis racket, he almost didn't jump up.

"Ah! BT's signature!" Is a tennis player in Yucheng, handsome and technically praised! Very popular in Yucheng.

She raised her hand, "I want to participate too!"

The aunt in charge of registration was about to write her name, and He Jiayu stepped forward: "Write He Jiayu."

"Ah? Isn't this little girl participating?" Aunt puzzled.

Su Xiaomo was trying to speak, but was blocked by He Jiayu. "She just registered for me."

"Oh." Aunt nodded and wrote He Jiayu's name on the paper.

No one at the scene recognized it. This handsome young man is He Jiayu of Starry Night.

"What are you doing ... I want to participate!" Su Xiaomo complained, "If you want to register, you can report again, and we can participate at the same time, you can increase the probability of winning! But why do you replace my quota ... "

He Jiayu took a deep look at her and explained briefly: "Watermelons are cold, girls eat too much."

Su Xiaomo pursed his lips, before he could spit out He Jiayu, the game has begun.

A total of more than a dozen people participated in the competition, and they all looked extraordinary.

Seeing He Jiayu's slow sip of watermelon, Su Xiaomo was so anxious that he couldn't wait to eat it for him!

However, the time passed by every minute and every second was lost. He Jiayu was still strong.

After Su Xiaomo knew it later, he remembered that the competition system is not more than speed, but more than anyone else!

Ten minutes passed and there were only five people left on the field.

Fifteen minutes, three people.

Twenty minutes, only He Jiayu and a big stomach-like man remained.

The two looked at each other, the man snorted, and ate a large mouthful of watermelon.

He Jiayu is still slow, elegant and calm.

The big stomach king suddenly took a nap. He was about to eat too fast. He didn't hold back for a moment, but he vomited.

So he lost.

And He Jiayu, who is not ill, has finished eating one more piece of watermelon than Daweiwang.