Rebirth of the National Male God: Master Quan, Fancy Favorite

No matter what kind of papers and tests you give, as long as it is related to mathematics, he can give you a full score answer.

He was born with an exceptional sensitivity to mathematics.

Saying that, Wan Yuqu shook his head, biting his cigarette, and muttered: "If he wants to win our money..."

Then there is no need to continue, everyone has understood what Wan Yuqu meant.

If you want to win their money, isn't it just to win them every minute without leaving any pants?

All of a sudden, everyone's hearts were chilled, and they suddenly felt that they were being splashed from head to toe by a basin of cold water.

"Pervert! Brother Zhao seems to have suddenly changed into a different person, really perverted! Suddenly being so ruthless, it really caught people off guard."

The rest shook their heads and said silently.

Wan Yuqu also shook his head, and said silently: "Comparing people to others makes you mad, so it's better not to compare, be honest and be well-behaved, or you will vomit blood from anger."

Qing Muzhi looked at the crowd, then shrugged, expressing helplessness.

Qu Yizhao walked in the corridor, seeing all kinds of people, and then walked into the toilet.

Put your palm on the sensor, then take a handful of water and flush your face.

Just about to look up at the person in the mirror...

Suddenly, her mouth was covered by a person.

Her eyes sank, and her fingers fumbled into her trousers purse in an instant.

There was a pocket knife in his pocket.

Who would hold back his grandson so desperately? Did the robbery go to his grandpa?

"Don't bark, don't have any little..."

Before the man finished speaking, Qu Yizhao elbowed him in the stomach.

Then he lifted his foot to the top of his head and kicked the man's shoulder suddenly, making him feel the taste of despair.

The man was already uncomfortable, but after being treated like this by Qu Yizhao, his face suddenly turned blue.

He only felt that his stomach was hit by a thousand catties, as if all the food he ate a few days ago was about to be vomited out.

This directly made him unable to help letting go of his hand, and the tingling feeling of needles made his mouth dry.

Then Qu Yizhao's kick came again, which was impossible to avoid.

Is there anything more hopeless in this world than this? I'm afraid that's all there is to it.

If possible, the man would like to go back to a few minutes ago, he will definitely not provoke this young man who looks very ups and downs.

Qu Yizhao looked at the single toilet next door, and quickly undressed the man into the toilet.

She was worried that a surveillance camera would see her movements, so she deliberately asked Qiuqiu to block the surveillance camera.

While retching, the man was still muttering: "You...what do you want to do?"

This sounds very gnashing of teeth!

But he looks and moves like a little daughter-in-law who is about to be bullied.

Qu Yizhao was a little speechless, what did she want to do? Shouldn't it be what he wants to do?

I looked at the other side like a wounded little daughter-in-law, and then couldn't help it, and laughed.

The man glanced at Qu Yizhao, who was smiling, and left even more vomited.

"vomit!"

Qu Yizhao: "..."

It looks very pitiful, but I don't sympathize with the other party at all, yes, I don't sympathize at all.

This is all asked by the other party, how can you blame her?

If Fang hadn't suddenly covered his mouth, how could he treat him like this?

It's just an instinctive reaction of the body, and it's already very face-saving for the other party not to stab him with a knife.