I was actually shown off.
Xu Fan thought in his heart with some dissatisfaction, "Come again, come again!"
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About 30 minutes later, Xu Fan and Mo Jingchun were both sweating profusely as they sat at the green dining table in the cafeteria. In front of them was a bowl of noodles with roasted pork chunks, which the students of No. 3 Middle School jokingly called biochemical rat meat.
Jiang Li and Mo Ling appeared at the food counter in the cafeteria, each holding a bowl of boiled rice cakes and mixed rice noodles.
There weren't many people in the cafeteria, and Jiang Li and his four companions happened to avoid the cafeteria's evening rush hour.
After the four of them sat down, Mo Jingchun's face was filled with uncontrollable pride, but Xu Fan seemed a little unconvinced.
"Don't lose if you can't afford to lose." Mo Jingchun couldn't help but mock his good friend.
"Where did you hear that?" Xu Fan slurped his noodles. "If you're not good at it, practice more. If you can't afford to lose, don't play. How come you've adapted it?"
Just now, both of them gave their all on the basketball court, and in the end, Mo Jingchun won the competition by relying on the advantages accumulated at the beginning.
"Come on," Xu Fan picked up the piece of braised pork covered in chili powder and took a bite. "I won't talk to you anymore. A smug look makes you look hideous."
"If you don't want to tell, then don't." Mo Jingchun's smile turned into venom in his heart, but he still had to remain calm on the surface. He picked up the braised pork in front of him and handed it to Jiang Li's rice noodles.
Jiang Li frowned, picked up the braised pork and was about to throw it to Mo Ling.
"Cough cough," Mo Jingchun coughed twice and knocked his forehead with his hand.
Jiang Li looked at the actions of the person in front of him and subconsciously touched his head which was wrapped in white gauze.
Oh, she almost forgot to take her medicine.
"Uh..." Xu Fan glanced at the two people beside him, then looked down at the piece of braised pork he had just taken a bite of, and looked at Mo Ling across from him with some hesitation, "Sir Holy Light Knight, you want to..."
"No," Mo Ling refused without a second thought. He picked up a piece of rice cake and put it into his mouth with a look of disgust. "I don't want the braised rat meat that the Demon Lord has bitten."
"Ouch, what are you doing?" Xu Fan wailed, looking heartbroken. "If you don't want it, then don't want it. Why are you so disgusted?"
"Humph, who told you to call me by my real name?" Mo Ling's face changed into a proud expression. "I am the Holy Grace Radiant Knight of the End, the Wheel Dancer."
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