St. Sokfina snorted coldly: "Do you don't like it? Or don't you dare?"

Jun Zhaixing had no choice but to spread his hands: "What do you want to add?"

St. Sokfenna: "The loser stands for everyone's door for five minutes every morning for a month." This kind of doorman's work is more insulting, but it also evades the legally direct definition of personality insult.

The members of the Student Union were stunned. This kind of slap in the face was very cruel. The old students looked at each other. The student union president Fu Bingsibei (the principal's nephew) had come over and was ready to persuade both sides to calm down.

But the walkway of the stairs classroom seemed to be a little longer, and before he could walk down, the situation pushed quickly.

Jun Zhaixing nodded and said, "If I lose, I will fulfill my promise. But if you lose, it is unnecessary. The door of my dormitory is small and I don't want the morning to be the focus of everyone, as it will affect my morning sleep."

St. Sokfina sarcastically said, "What do you want?"

At this time, an artificial intelligence in Jun Zhaixing's ear suggested: "Maid Service!", which happened to be what Jun Zhaixing wanted to complain about. However, he could only complain about this. In this way, Jun Zhaixing directly denies, blocks and repeats himself in information docking - such a three-game series.

After turning off and blocking the eyepiece information, Jun Zhaixing said seriously: "You are thinking too much, I just want to challenge the 50th place."

After Jun Zhaixing said that, he left. When he was about to leave the door, he stopped again and turned to Saint Sokfena and said, "You are not in a stable mood now. I hope you can adjust well and not affect your performance during the battle."
Chapter completed!