Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Although it is time for school, the interest-study registration venue is still crowded with students.

Perhaps high school has a feeling of growing up for everyone.

I can choose what I like and do what I want to do where my parents can't see.

"Dust, what do you want to report?" Bei Xiaoshi asked with an excited look.

Luo dusted around and looked around, finally stopped in the direction of the sound painting class.

The original master's painting skills seem to be good.

“Hey, I also think that you are the most charming when you paint!” Bei Xiaoshi smiled sweetly and expressed support.

Luo dusted a light chuckle and was about to step up and walk up, only to find that the entrance to the stadium suddenly boiled.

"Wow, wow, look! Gu Gunuo of the seven classes."

"I am going, really yeah! Ah, so handsome!"

"He looks so funny with a smile!"

Gu Qiannuo’s side has been standing by Cheng Qianzi, she is holding her head and she is very proud.

"Gu, you have to report what kind of class!" one of the girls asked with a bold voice.

Gu Xiaonuo's eyebrows moved gently, and if there was no such thing as sweeping through the direction of the dust, he finally fell on the table of the painting class.

He went forward and smiled softly at the female classmate at the registration office: "I want to sign up."

"Ah--" The female student instantly blushes and swears, "Good... good!"

In the next second, three-quarters of the girls in the entire registration hall rushed toward the drawing class.

Luo shrugged and walked in the other direction.

Finally stopped in front of the vocal group's desk and smiled softly: "I am enrolling this, is there a quota?"

"Yes!" Xuejie smiled and said: "There are still many places!"

"Hello, I have to sign up for the vocal group." Suddenly a cool voice came from behind, causing her breathing to linger.

The voice of Ye Zhizhen is very light, but with the penetrating power, the eardrum is crisp.

"I am going! Ye Zhizhen-" One of the female students first caught the direction of Ye Zhijun's position and jumped excitedly.

"Ah, ah - it’s really Ye Zhizhen! Good low-key, if you didn't say that I didn't notice him!"

"What day is it today, let me meet the two male gods who are new to the dream!"

"When did he come in? I will not pass me by now!"

......

The voice of a flower obsessed with the girl made Luo’s dust rise unconsciously.

The worship of adolescence is always the same as the wind.

It seems that all people suddenly have a common goal, where is the school grass and where they want to be.

Such worship is not a matter of love, but a symbol of youth.

For a moment, a group of people who had lined up in front of the painting group had flew in the direction of the vocal group.

At the moment of Luo Dust, it seems that a group of terrible zombies rushed over to her.

Ye Zhizhi, who is next to her, has the same idea as she does -

The next second, Ye Zhizhi turned around and looked at her clear eyes. Whispered: "Come on -"

At that moment, Luo felt that everything in the surroundings was slow motion, and only his heart jumped very fast.

She is a little nervous -

Perhaps this tension is not about love, just a clean and beautiful boy suddenly said a word in your ear, you will have an unprecedented tension.

She suddenly felt that there was a word in the non-word at the moment that could describe herself -

- 怂!