A peach tree made a fortune by escape game

Chapter 35

Mo Pantao received the message, brewed his feelings, and tugged Di Yuan's sleeve habitually.

"Please let me go."

It can be said to be extremely soft and glutinous, like a rich toffee filled with sweetheart fillings.

Not to mention the blood on the face of the boss of the Underworld Lord, the sportsman who watched this scene and couldn't get used to the school bully also had a surge in blood pressure, and his favorability was up.

Di Yuan, Di Yuan, he wanted to throw away the character design, and directly brewed the human sauce.

Mo Pantao was in his palm: [Is this okay? 】

[Do I need to beg you again? 】The question was asked without hesitation, and it seemed that he didn't feel embarrassed at all as a boy with a short posture.

Di Yuan: "..."

After thinking about the capacity of his blood vessels, he suppressed his instinct: [Again, please. 】

This kind of teary-eyed and submissive Taotao aroused a strong desire for monopoly in Di Yuan.

When his family Taotao was with him, she would probably softly beg him.

Mo Pantao is indeed very obedient, he begged if he asked, he said pitifully, with a trembling voice: "Let go of me, please."

This is very exciting.If it wasn't for the holographic online game, Di Yuan might have sprayed a nosebleed directly.

Di Yuan doesn't want to let go of Mo Pantao now, he wants to do whatever he wants.

With a light cough, he got up, took the person aside, pretended to be fierce: "For the sake of your understanding of current affairs, you are allowed to be my tablemate."

Mo Pantao was intact and was not beaten, but was recognized by the school bully, and the classmates who were sweating for him sighed.

The athlete's eyes were complicated: "It seems that you still have points, don't bully him anymore, he is a pro-classmate." After finishing speaking, he looked at Mo Pantao with a more gentle attitude: "You can be tougher in the future. If you hate him, I will be with you." To be honest, you are at the same table as me."

Athletes care about people, and even less.

The athlete at the same table looked terrified and pointed at himself: "Then what about me?"

Athlete: "You are tall and powerful, and you will be fine if you get beaten up. I'm afraid the new classmate is petite and exquisite."

Di Yuan sneered, and took Mo Pantao's hand into his arms: "Oh, this is mine."

The tablemate identified by the school bully cannot be taken away by others.

Di Yuan's posture is arrogant, but he doesn't collapse the school bully at all. It can be said that the school bully is the bully himself.

The reminder that the athlete's favorability level has increased has been ringing, and seeing a child like a cub being held captive in someone else's arms, there is a frantic ding-dong.

Mo Pantao blinked, feeling a little dazed.

Athlete: "You let him go, you have no right to say he is your thing, you don't respect him at all."

Counting the favorability of sports students on his fingers, Mo Pantao was surprised to find that it had risen to 55 in just half a day, like riding a rocket.

He didn't understand what the trick to increase the favorability of sports students was, so he was very confused.

Holding Mo Pantao's wrist, Di Yuan lowered his voice and looked extremely cold: "I say what is mine is mine."

The sports student looked ugly: "You don't understand! Let him go! Otherwise, I won't let you go."

Inexplicably having the illusion that he is in demand, Mo Pantao devoted himself to writing: [What should I say? 】

Di Yuan: [Reply, answer, me. 】

Mo Pantao replied dully: "Yes."

The sports student stared at the listless Tao Zhiyao like a quail. Not only did he not lose his favor, but he also gained 5 points of favor.

He was even more angry. As the only second class in charge, the two of them, who were about 1.9 meters tall, faced each other with a thunderous aura.

The other students didn't dare to get close, and hid far away, for fear of being involved in this battle.

The sports student and Di Yuan looked at each other for two seconds, then suddenly stretched out their hand, grabbing the hostage and punching the school bully backhand.

Speaking of which, the strength value of sports students is also very high.

Mo Hostage Pantao really wanted to eat his hands. He looked around in a daze, at the center of the explosion, and couldn't understand why things would develop like this.

Seeing that the two of them were about to start a real fight, Mo Pantao held their fists one by one.

Mo Pantao: "Don't, don't hit, the teacher will scold you."

Di Xiaoba's eyes were cold, he tugged and pulled Mo Pantao's hand back, holding it himself so that no one would touch it.

The sports student was furious, "What are you, let him go!"

Di Xiaoba: "Don't let go."

He didn't have enough of his peaches, how could he take advantage of a statistic, he has kept it for countless years and it's a treasure.

Not only did he not let go, but Di Yuan also seemed to be angry on purpose, stroking Mo Pantao's paws lingeringly, what's his face like?

Mo Pantao stared at the paws that were being rubbed and rubbed again and again, and his face puffed up.

If you catch it, you can't write.

[Prince of Music]: "Hey, it's so lively. New classmate, don't you hate this group of male chauvinistic sand sculptures? Come sit at the same table with me."

The sports student glared at him angrily.

Di Yuan hugged him even tighter, his flat peaches are so sought-after.

Ordinarily, strategy games are difficult goals for players to conquer in every possible way, but his family Taotao doesn't use them, and the goals are rushing to get favorability.

This is okay, this is completely different from what the Underworld Lord expected, and it must not be tolerated.

Mo Pantao blinked, "I, I'll sit here first, my deskmate is fierce-looking, and he's pretty nice."

The sports student looked like 'you're kidding me' and lost a wave of favorability.

The Prince of Music was also very surprised, "He's a nice person??"

"I heard that you have a new classmate, I'm looking for him." Appearing at the door was a handsome and elegant senior, a little thin.

Mo Pantao tilted his head, stared at the title of [Xueba Senior] on his forehead and blinked.

Seeing the strange three people, the senior smiled and waved: "Come here, you forgot to bring the book, your mother asked me to bring it for you."

Well, the troubles of the class are freshly baked.

It is said that this senior has already confirmed the recommended students from prestigious schools across the country, so he does not need the college entrance examination.

What are you doing at school if you don't have time to travel?

Di Yuan, Di Yuan wanted to blow it up, but he never thought that there are such routines in the game, isn't it just reading the same textbook?

This is what he has been thinking about in his head for a long time, so it's gone? ?

When Mo Pantao heard that it was a textbook, his eyes lit up, and he leaned over happily.

The three campus figures lost this round to the elegant neighbor's mother, who was a schoolmaster and senior, and lost to a few textbooks.

Even though he knew it was a game, Mo Pantao still couldn't put it down, fondling a few books back and forth.

When the class bell rang, several campus princes died down, and their favorability levels were fixed at 100, 60, 35, and 10.

If this result is placed in the past, it can be said to be absolutely excellent.

Excellent players are only interested in textbooks, carefully write their names on the textbooks, smell the scent of ink, and smile.

However, Mo Pantao was dumbfounded when he opened the textbook.

There is only one sentence repeated in it: 'I am the textbook, I am the textbook, I am the textbook. '

Mo Pantao: "???"

Therefore, in terms of love strategy, class is just a display, and the textbooks are very careless and perfunctory.

In fact, I can't blame the game company for this. Going to school is so boring, and playing a game is still shrouded in fear of learning, so who would play it.

Di Yuan was offered a handshake, so satisfied that he even put aside those few statistics.

[Textbooks are useless. 】

[Now, actually, just, have, really, of, have. 】

【Well, I'm really looking forward to going to school, do you think I can keep up? 】

[Yes, give, you, make up, lessons. 】

The two of them held hands together and passed on the information. Mo Pantao also felt the thrill of passing small notes in class for the first time.

Then, Di Yuan not only successfully entered the school, but also got a private job as a tutor.

If the god of the underworld, who is too busy to be a spinning top, knows, he can use a forbidden technique to smash the brain-dead god of love who skipped work to the sky.

Finally, it was lunch break, and with the sound of the bell, the caged birds rushed out of the classroom, and there were only a few people left in the blink of an eye.

[System]: In order to better increase the favorability, let's invite a prince to have lunch.

On the selection page that reappeared, there were only four bright ones left. Mo Pantao wanted to choose Di Yuan, but his page was gray.

Glancing at Di Yuan, Mo Pantao scratched his face guilty: Then don't choose.

He couldn't let the friend who accompanied him to handle the case be thrown aside.

[System]: The selection time is up, and [Student Council President] is randomly selected, please invite Tao Zhiyao to invite the prince to have lunch.

Mo Pantao's eyes widened. If you don't choose, do you have to recommend it?

Di Yuan still pretended to wait for his peach, and then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the peach's puffed up face.

Di Yuan looked at him from the corner of his eye: "What's wrong with you?"

[The system asked me to have lunch with the student council president, but I just want to eat with you. 】

Di Yuan was very uneasy when he heard the first half of the sentence, and wanted to cancel the game directly, but luckily the second half saved the game.

Di Yuan snorted coldly: "You are mine now, follow me."

In terms of stealing people, Di Yuan is excellent.

Mo Pantao frowned, took a peek at Di Yuan's schoolbag, and couldn't help licking his mouth, he really wanted to eat chocolate.

With a smile in his eyes, Di Yuan had already seen his careful thoughts, and pretended to be cold: "Come here."

Mo Pantao followed obediently, and was grabbed by the wrist after taking a few steps.

Mo Pantao tilted his head: "What's the matter?"

The sports student blocked them, "I'll take you to the cafeteria, you're new here, I'll treat you to lunch."

Mo Pantao opened his mouth, he was too hard on strategy games.

If this scene was seen by ordinary players, they would have to explode on the spot. When they attacked the target, they would not be cruelly rejected more times.

Di Yuan didn't speak, just grabbed Mo Pantao's wrist and pulled him away.

Mo Pantao thought about it for a few seconds, but turned around embarrassedly: "Thank you, let's eat together next time."

It's actually quite a faux pas if it's realistic.

Di Yuan bought a lot of delicious food, packed a bag and went up to the rooftop with a tail that followed suit. This is the territory of the school bully.

The school bully would take a nap here on weekdays, bask in the sun, and skip classes.

After looking left and right on the rooftop for a while, Mo Pantao finally heaved a sigh of relief after making sure there were no outsiders, and his eyes lit up.

Di Yuan took off his arrogant avatar and waved: "Come, let's eat."

Mo Pantao nodded heavily, sat next to him, leaned over his head, and took away the piece of chocolate he tore open.

"Well, it's so sweet." Mo Pantao couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Di Yuan licked his finger, his eyes were slightly deep: "Well, it's really sweet."

Mo Pantao took a glance from the corner of his eye, and saw his sexy gesture of licking his fingertips, his heart trembled, and people couldn't take their eyes off his friends under the sun.

Di Yuan moved closer to him, almost touching his shoulder, and asked in a condescending low voice.

"What's the matter, do you see me that way?"

Mo Pantao's nose was filled with the cold fragrance of the other party, and his heart beat a little faster: "Well, Xiao Heiba ​​is so handsome."

Di Yuan's pupils flashed, he squeezed Mo Pantao's chin, and stared at him deeply, those dark eyes seemed to be brewing with monstrous desire.

Mo Pantao was taken aback by him, and his cheeks were flushed red: "Little, little Heiba?"

Di Yuan knew why and asked: "Your face is very red, is it because you are uncomfortable?"

Mo Pantao touched his face, and for some reason, this friend looked a little scary, he didn't dare to look at each other.

Laughing softly, Di Yuan backed away, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "This game is for love, you will show your feet like this."

Will that fail?Mo Pantao raised his eyes in shock: "Then what should we do?"

He had already seen several raiders, and he couldn't read any information from their eyes.

Di Yuan: "So, we should practice hard."

Mo Pantao scratched his face in embarrassment: "How to practice, what should I do."

Di Yuan turned over, leaning his upper body towards Pantao, supporting his body with one arm, and pinching his chin with one hand: "How about you practice it?"

Mo Pantao's scalp was numb, and he always had a dangerous illusion, but he believed that his relatives and friends would not harm him.

After struggling for a few seconds, he nodded slightly with flushed cheeks.

Di Yuan's dark pupils dimmed, and he lowered his head to kiss his face.

Just as Mo Pantao felt a kiss on his face, his lips felt a little cold, his eyes suddenly widened, what are they doing?

Di Yuan separated a little distance: "That's it."

With a bang, the thoroughly familiar Mo Pantao was stunned, he had just kissed his relatives and friends.

Di Yuan patted his head: "Look, your reaction is very strange now, it is easy to be discovered, maybe we will fall short."

Mo Pantao, whose head was smoking, was poked, and immediately corrected his attitude, but his eyes still glanced from time to time.

Di Yuan was overjoyed, he kissed his peach, this game is simply the gospel of the single dog for thousands of years, if I knew it, I would have come sooner.

It's a loss for holding back for so many years.

It's weird, but what relatives and friends say makes sense.

Mo Pantao scratched his face: "Well, I, I have never kissed anyone before, is this really okay?"

Di Yuan: "Yes, we just need to practice more."

More, more practice...

Mo Pantao's head was buzzing, did he still want to kiss Xiao Hei Ba?He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

Di Yuan couldn't give him time to think about it, and took his hand with a hurt face: "Is it because you hate my kiss? Then..."

Mo Pantao was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hands: "No, no."

Di Yuan rejoiced, and pursued the victory: "Then let's practice again."

Mo Pantao's white skin is rosy and hot.

Di Yuan held his hand: "Then let me relax a bit this time, you take the initiative to kiss me, and see if it feels better?"

Yes, this is even more embarrassing than being kissed, Lord Hades is very scheming.

Mo Pantao took a peek at Di Yuan's thick, well-shaped and beautiful lips, recalling the moment the two of them touched just now, the whole peach would explode on the spot.

Di Yuan hugged him and patted his back: "It's okay, it's okay, let's take our time."

Hearing the comfort from his relatives and friends, Mo Pantao was both moved and guilty. He couldn't let his relatives and friends feel that he hated him.

With a heavy heart in his heart, Mo Pantao took a deep breath, summoned up his courage, straightened his chest, and pouted hard.

Di Yuan smiled, "You can close your eyes, wouldn't that be better?"

Mo Pantao was taken aback for a moment, nodded slightly, and then carefully tested the distance with Di Yuan. If he couldn't see it, he could only rely on his perception, which was even more exciting.

When the lips of the two touched, a small electric current was inexplicably induced from the lips and directly hit the heart.

Mo Pantao hurriedly backed away, but was grabbed back by the backhand. He heard the other party's slightly hoarse low voice: "You did a good job."

The trembling peach let out a breath, but just as he was about to open his eyes, he was covered by his hands, and he was stunned.

"Just leave it to me." Di Yuan's eyes were scarlet, and he couldn't suppress his longing, so he kissed him hard.

Mo Pantao blushed and panted from being kissed, like a frightened little milk beast.

Di Yuan touched his slightly red and swollen lips, "It's still easy to be spotted, it doesn't matter, let's practice more in the future."

Mo Pantao nodded in a trance, the aftertaste of the kiss was still there, and his soul was still trembling.

Di Yuan can be described as boiling with enthusiasm.

With this game in mind, he silently decided to wait for the game boss to die and give him a good death.

I have already kissed in the game, is it still far from kissing in reality?

Di Yuan's small plan jingled, and after Pantao became familiar with his kisses, in reality, he wouldn't struggle too much and let him do what he wanted.

As long as you can pry open a crack, eating peaches is not far away!

During lunch time, Mo Pantao was kissed several times, and he was still dazed when he was fed afterwards.

Looking at his watch, Di Yuan stood up, patted his clothes, and stretched out his hand: "The time is almost up, let's go back after practicing some more."

The Lord of the Underworld, who has been blinded by lard, is now most enthusiastic about teaching flat peaches.

Mo Pantao was pulled up by him, blushing shyly: "Today, still, do you still want to practice?"

"Of course, if you don't practice, you will regress. The same is true for learning. If you sail against the current, you will fall back if you don't advance." Di Yuan said righteously.

Mo Pantao was bluffed by him, and immediately corrected his study attitude: "Then, that's fine."

Di Yuan pulled him to the door, "My current school bully is domineering and self-willed, so he will be rude, let's try to introduce a character."

Mo Pantao opened his mouth slightly and said "Oh".

In the next second, he was pushed against the wall of the door, and Di Yuan pressed down fiercely on his lips.

Back in the classroom, Mo Pantao, with tears in his eyes, was dizzy, his whole body was red like a boiled lobster.

This pitiful little appearance of being bullied has aroused the pity of countless students.

No one thought that the new classmate was teary-eyed when he was kissed. They only thought that he was beaten, and where the beating was not obvious, it was always the school bully who did it.

Seeing this, the sports student was furious: "How can you bully your classmates?!"

After eating a cup of peach juice, the single Lord of the One Realm who has been single for ten thousand years was in such a good mood that he exploded, and he didn't bother to care about this suspected data rival.

It can be said that this arrogant expression is even more irritating.

The sports student's face was ugly: "You, let him go!"

Di Yuan pulled Mo Pantao into his arms, "My people, how did you bully me?"

The sports student took a deep breath: "Don't leave after school, let's compete with basketball, if you lose, don't pester him."

Absolutely not.This bet completely poked the Lord of the Underworld against his scales.

His eyes sharpened instantly: "Do you want to die?"

Sports student: "Do you dare?"

basketball?Mo Pantao tilted his head: "I haven't played basketball yet."

Well, in the tense atmosphere, Lanyan Huoshui once again exerted his powerful influence, and the two even competed to be his coach.

The sports student handed his basketball to Mo Pantao, very generously: "Give it to you!"

Mo Pantao held the basketball: "Is it really for me?"