All Stars Are My Food Fans

But this year, the weather is getting colder.

In the extreme cold, the bodies and nerves of the warriors became slowly sluggish, but the Zerg did not see any sluggishness.

Insect tide...

I took a step back before, I thought I was going to return to the original track, but I didn't expect it to be an accident, and the frequency that should be later, many times.

The frequency does not decrease, and the waves of insects come one after another, which means that the war is not over.

Some of these things involve secrets, and Mo Si can't go into details. He can only tell Qiuqiu: "It may not be over until you come back from the free clinic."

"so?"

its not right.

When I searched on Xing.com before, I clearly said that in the past two decades, the generals can come back by the end of August.

This year--

She didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't going to be a good thing.

Jiang Qiuqiu was a little worried, "Then you have to pay attention to safety."

"I'm safe, I have you in my heart, and I pay attention."

"Then what about you, how about dual-training?"

"Fortunately, after controlling the rhythm, I don't feel tired anymore. I adjusted the goals on both sides, using training to support training, mental strength to resist pressure, pressure to enhance mental strength, and both sides are making progress."

She summed up her own mental strength in a few words.

Mo Si nodded, "It's fine if you're not tired, don't be too tired."

After saying this, Jiang Qiuqiu shared with Mo Si some interesting stories about the school, as well as what happened between her and several tutors and classmates.

It's all small things, usually without waves, but under Qiuqiu's narration, everything is covered with a veil of tenderness.

Every little bit of life seems to be full of care.

This kind of trivial thing is the easiest to relax.

Mo Si listened, and his expression gradually eased.

Qiuqiu slowed down his speech.

It's been a long time, time has passed too fast.

The communication received in the afternoon, it was eight or nine in the blink of an eye, the lights were turned on in the dormitory, and soon, Qiuqiu's roommate was coming back.

The Mosi has dinner too, and the communication is coming to an end.

"Go to dinner, I've finished what I'm going to say today."

"Also, pay attention to release the pressure." Jiang Qiuqiu looked at him, "I'm also sorry, as your partner, I didn't accompany you at this time."

"The war is cruel. The pressure of being a commander must be very high. I want you to have less pressure, but the pressure will still be on you. I don't know what to say. Let's relax."

"Also, don't keep saying sorry, just like your disapproval when I said sorry to you just now, I don't like you saying sorry to me either."

"You are a soldier. In my eyes, you have a lot of extra points, because the red panda is so handsome and beautiful when wearing a military uniform. The cloak is fried with chicken sticks, and when the hat is worn, it is terribly sassy." Jiang Qiuqiu praised the ink. There will also be some small movements when the company is in charge.

The straightforward compliment made the young man feel a little embarrassed.

"I love your cape, and I can take anything that comes with loving a cape."

Including waiting, worry, loneliness.

"Qiuqiu..."

"here I am."

"I want to kiss."

"Push."

"You can't kiss through the screen."

He said: Then don't move, get closer to the screen.

Jiang Qiuqiu leaned over.

Then, the forty-year-old man stupidly approached the screen.

At a virtual point, a kiss fell.

Didn't come across anything.

But the dryness inside was suddenly filled.

It's nine o'clock.

Before hanging up the communication.

Qiuqiu: I want to rua your ears when you come back.

Mo Si: I want to kiss you when I go back.

Simultaneous: Come on.