Lu Tianyu snorted coldly, "class 2 and class 8 are now competing. You don't go to cheer up your classmates, but instead cheer up your opponents. Does this explanation make sense?"

Guo Meng said anxiously, "because... I..." he was so anxious that he got stuck. He wanted to say: I like Bingbing, but he stopped when it came to his lips. This sentence can only be said when they get along alone. He immediately changed his words and said, "I'm a fan of... Bingbing..."

Lu Tianyu replied righteously: "fan, according to you, you are not an undercover, you are a traitor."

Zhang Nuan, standing next to him, burst out laughing.

Mao Zhiwang, standing behind Lu Tianyu, couldn't help laughing.

Leng Bingling has been half narrowing her good-looking eyes and listening to Lu Tianyu talking. She put the water in her right hand into the shopping bag in her left hand, raised her right hand, padded her heels, and patted Lu Tianyu's head. "Lu Tianyu, you're sick. You can think of words like sweat rape."

A classmate on the stand immediately shouted, "Wow, our school grass was beaten by the school flowers again."

A girl shouted, "Leng Bingling, you eat leopards and dare to move our Lu school grass."

There was a lot of noise in the stands.

Today, they heard that school flowers beat school grass. Many people don't believe it. Now they see it with their own eyes and have to believe it.

……

Lu Tianyu raised his hand and touched the photographed head, smiled at Leng Bingling and said, "the two armies are at war. He doesn't support the female students in their class, but runs to his opponent. What's not a sweat traitor?"

Cold Bingling land dog, what's the wind, undercover, sweaty, this guy is sick.

Pad up her heels, raise her hand and pat Lu Tianyu's head again. She hasn't touched Lu Tianyu's head yet. Lu Tianyu reached out and gently held her wrist, leaned against her ear and whispered, "sister Bing, if you fight again, the noise on the stand will be greater."

Leng Bingling glanced at the students on the stage. Some people opened their eyes and looked like Mao Zhiwang standing behind Lu Tianyu, laughing.

Zhang Nuan tried to control his laughter and raised his finger to Guo Meng: "Guo Meng, your people are as cute as your name."

Leng Bingling couldn't touch her forehead. She wasted nearly half of her ten minute halftime by these two neuropathy.

He pursed his lips and looked at Guo Meng. "This classmate, during the half-time break, several teammates and I should assign the task of the second half game and study the tactics. It's really a little inconvenient for you to sit there with me."

Guo Meng nodded and said, "well, I know, I understand, I'll leave now." he turned and raised his feet to go, as if he had forgotten to say something. He put down his feet and looked back at Leng Bingling. "Bingbing, my name is Guo Meng."