"It's better to play the chess piece." Jin Zhongming fooled around.

"Then let's play the chess piece." Haha immediately started to act three times. "I'm also good at playing the chess piece."

After a while, Zhao Xiaozhen took away all the plans, then closed the door and left. The men also chose to turn off the lights early and go to bed after chatting and laughing for a while.

At the same time, the classroom opposite seemed particularly lively. A group of little girls who were really high school students recovered their energy after dinner and actually lay on the bed wearing school uniform and sang songs. Song Ji-hyo had no choice but to smile bitterly, not knowing whether it was because she was old or she was so young that these children were so good.

But not long after, the door of the classroom was knocked open.

"What are you going to do?" Song Ji Hyo sat up in confusion.

"Beauty tea before bed!" Zhao Xiaozhen replied with a smile. "I heard that you are not sleeping yet, the program team just made some flower tea. Don't worry, without Ji Hyo, you only have five bowls."

Song Ji Hyo shook off the quilt in anger and turned over and pretended to go to bed.

Time flies, it is already seven o'clock in the morning the next morning. For summer, the morning is always the most comfortable time in a day, but at this moment, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sounds of gongs suddenly rang in front of the door.

Seven old men climbed up speechlessly from the bed, their eyes were deep and their spirits were depressed.

"There is a task to get up today." Zhao Xiaozhen explained in a squatted at the door of the classroom. "That"

"The family was born, I thought this show had already gotten off!" Jin Zhongming complained with the help of "And the task of getting up"

"ry, there are flies on your arm." Chi Shizhen obviously didn't hear what Zhao Xiaozhen was saying.

"Ah! The flies in the early summer morning are on you, not because you smell, but because you have sunshine and the breath of sunshine." Ry wrote the lyrics impromptu, let alone, it is quite poetic.

"I know everyone hasn't woken up yet!" Zhao Xiaozhen helped raise the volume. "But please listen carefully to the wake-up task, because this task is about who your deskmate is today."

Everyone was quiet now.

"I said yesterday that another female guest came today, and it has arrived." Zhao Xiaozhen pointed to the opposite door. "Now I will take a cup of breakfast drink and hand it to the female deskmates who are still sleeping. If they accept it, you will be the same group. If they do not accept it or turn over to continue sleeping, you will be forced to change your deskmates, and the new deskmate will be the one who has accepted your milk."

"It's very interesting!" Haha couldn't help laughing. "If you are confused, you may really turn over and sleep."

"It's really interesting." Ry nodded repeatedly. "I'm sorry Ji Hyo."

"And there are new guests." Lee Kwang-soo's eyes also shined.

"Do you have mango juice?" Jin Zhongming asked seriously. "My Ermao couldn't even walk when she smelled mango and would continue even if she was sleepy."

"I'm sorry, only breakfast milk." Zhao Xiaozhen pointed to the tray beside him. "Treat equally."

"This is very embarrassing." Kim Jong-ming rubbed his face. "Who will go first?"

Haha, I was the first to get up.

After two minutes of bored, Lee Kwang-soo also stood up and left as Zhao Xiaozhen signaled.

Then there was Yoo Jae-shy, Chi Shizhen, and then Rhy. Then, after a glance at the tiger, Kim Jong-ming also yawned and picked up a box of breakfast milk and left.

"Come in." Song Ji Hyo's voice came from the room after knocking on the door twice.

"What does this mean?" As soon as he entered the house, Kim Jong-ming saw several people standing in the corner of the house.

"Nothing interesting." Song Ji Hyo explained helplessly. "They all chose the wrong person."

"It's hard to choose the right person like this, right?" Kim Jong-ming looked at the six human figures sleeping with their heads covering. "All of them woke up and then deliberately?"

"Are you looking for your rystl?" Song Ji-hyo grabbed his hair and pointed at a figure. "That's it."

Kim Jong-ming walked over with skepticism, then leaned over and squatted down. To be honest, he actually recognized that this was not Ermao the moment Song Ji-hyo pointed at him, but this figure had a familiar feeling, which pushed him over, but who was it?

He glanced at Song Ji Hyo, who looked tired, and then at the men who had no expression in the corner who seemed to want to laugh. Kim Jong-ming was full of doubts.
Chapter completed!