Chapter 41 The fear of being dominated by Qin Luo

lottery? Qin Luo's mouth twitched.

The recipe for Lei Bi's drink is still only lying in the system warehouse.

To be honest, he no longer has any hope for this illusory lottery. In contrast, he is still a scholar.

"Second high school?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.

"good."

"slacker student."

"What did you say!" Several people stood up immediately and scolded Qin Luo angrily.

No one has ever dared to say that they are scumbags, Qin Luo is the first.

"slacker student."

"you!"

"Why don't we make a bet."

"What to bet!"

"Just bet on the test score."

"Hahaha! Are you sure?"

If they bet anything else, they might consider it, but points! This is what they are most proud of, and they fear no one in this regard.

"What's the stake."

"How about singing conquest in front of the whole school?" Qin Luo asked tentatively.

Since opening the evaluation system, Qin Luo's pursuit is not just to complete the task, but to complete the task perfectly!

"That's what you said, I hope you won't regret it then."

"Don't worry, I have recorded it, I promise not to regret it." Qin Luo shook the phone and said with a smile.

"Ding bell bell..." Accompanied by the end of the exam, a large number of students swarmed out.

The first time, I found the same here.

There is no way, a group of "students" standing together, it is difficult not to attract attention.

"Qin Luo!" Suddenly, a cold voice entered Qin Luo's ears.

According to the voice, it is still an acquaintance.

Huang Zitao hurried towards here.

"I didn't expect to meet me here." Huang Zitao said proudly.

Qin Luo just smiled lightly: "Actually, I already knew it."

"You..." Hearing Qin Luo's words, Huang Zitao's anger rose a lot, and the pride on his face was swept away. You must know that for today's meeting, he had prepared for a long time. training hell.

But now Qin Luo's indifferent tone made Huang Zitao feel like he was punching the cotton with his energy, and he was about to go crazy!

"Humph!" Resisting the anger in his heart, Huang Zitao snorted and stared at Qin Luohan with cold eyes: "I'm not afraid to tell you, in the past two months, I have already finished my studies. The content of the second."

Sophomore!

Everyone present was horrified, and even the academic masters of No. 2 Middle School were horrified.

The studies in the third year of high school are already heavy, but Huang Zitao can spare no effort to prepare for the knowledge of the university, and even learn the second year, which is simply appalling!

"As expected, he is a person praised by Teacher Lin. He does have two brushes."

"I see that Huang Zitao is the only one in the provincial team this time."

"Not only is he handsome, but he also studies so well. People are more popular than people..."

After a short silence, there was a sudden burst of exclamation like a tsunami.

Huang Zitao, this transfer student, he can indeed be called a scholar.

The exclamations came one after another, and the pride returned to his face. Huang Zitao looked at Qin Luo with disdain, and said, "Qin Luo, my thanks, you made me become a better version of myself."

"So, I will use the score to let you know what despair is."

"Are you ready to sing conquest?" Qin Luo said with a faint smile.

As soon as the words came out, Huang Zitao shivered in anger.

He thought of the fear of being dominated by Qin Luo two months ago.