MTL - 100 Ways to Get the Male God

That state is like floating back.

The teenager looked at him with no expression.

The old man jumped his heart and was shocked by this eye. He touched the cold arm. "...What's wrong with you? What expression..."

The other party does not speak.

Grandpa Yun sat in silence for a while, feeling the room was so cold that people thought about it. He looked up at his child, "Would you like to go home first?"

Yunhuai still did not speak, but the light was silently sweeping the notebook in the corner.

The old man trembled with him for a while before the boy got up. "I am going home."

He opened the door and left.

Grandpa Yun felt that the room temperature was a lot higher.

He couldn't help but think that this child would not be a confession to fail... otherwise it would not be like this.

The face is frosty.

The teenager who left the hospital did not return home, crossed the street with a blank expression and walked to the front of a store.

The owner saw some surprises: "Little Huai."

The repairmen also looked over.

They now know that Yunhuai is famous. Trainees, there are social accounts on the Internet, Yunhuai only rises very crazy with only a few occasional pictures.

He is now a star.

The owner smiled and said: "I have said that long ago, your condition is so good, it will not remain unknown."

Yunhuai silently.

The owner thought he was in a tight budget. They also don't know that he is not dropping out of school to make a living. In fact, he is studying at a university. It is only occasional to repair a car. For Yunhuai, it is more like entertainment.

He likes this kind of concentration and serious feeling.

Just like now, his thoughts are chaotic, and he thinks of it here.

"Is there a car repair?" The boy did not answer the question and asked questions directly.

The shopkeeper was a little surprised.

He thought that the other party just came back today. He is so famous, still working?

The repairmen also looked at each other.

In the end, the owner said: "There is something..."

The teenager picked up the glove of the toolbox and put it on, and the tone was flat: "Then I will repair it."

He picked up the toolbox and the shopkeeper returned to God. He thought about blocking: "Do you fix it now? It’s so late, the store is getting off work soon." He looked at the boy again and again, "What happened?" What if there is any difficulty in life..."

The boy shook his head, "No."

He still picked up the toolbox. "I am going to the backyard. Let's go first."

In the unknown of the people, the teenager disappeared into the corner with no expression.

The owner is also puzzled.

Yunhuai went to the backyard, squinted at the big truck, took off his coat, and put on gloves to check slowly.

The weather was hot, and the young white scorpion quickly dripped the crystal sweat, but he did not feel the same, and continued to disassemble and assemble.

After the store was off work, the repairers went back, and the owner came to the backyard to look at it.

Yunhuai suddenly stopped moving, took off the gloves, and lifted the black and beautiful cockroaches.

He looked at the owner without expression, "...the phone borrowed me."

The owner quickly handed over the phone.

He asked: "Xiaohuai, what do you mean by the dynamics you sent today? Is that a girl's face? Are you going to announce the romance to the public?"

Yunhuai looked at him and looked at him.

The shopkeeper screamed twice. "You don't know. You sent that dynamic tonight, and the Internet exploded. You still practice students, and the reputation is so big..."

Yunhuai did not answer the words, but it was a bit of a mockery and a slight sadness.

He was only accepted for the underground.

That dynamic did not leave the necessary.

The teenager's white fingertips slides open, but he does not log in to the dynamic account. He first logs in to his live account.

He licked his lips and opened a private letter.

He slipped and slipped in a row, and he saw a familiar ID of the teacher.

"I love you more every day. The voice is really good. If you can sing, it will be fine! We know it in reality, and I like you very much..."

Then there was a notice from Barabara, the language was very warm, and the boy’s earlobe gradually became red.

He stared at the private message page.

after a long time.

The teenager suddenly threw the phone to the owner and grabbed the coat on the side.