The National Male God is a Girl: BOSS Fancy Pet

Suddenly, a piece of paper was handed over by his side, with a bunch of English written on it.

"I'm done."

Xia Zheng was stunned for a moment, and looked at her dumbfounded.

finished? Looking at her lonely line again, her face burned hot in an instant.

What is she doing, she actually finished writing? faster than yourself?

But what's the use of writing it, the sentence must be unreasonable, and there must be a series of typos!

"Here, I'll change your grammar and typos for you!"

Xia Zhengran rolled his eyes, picked up the answer sheet with a proud face, and read it carefully.

Then she was completely stunned.

Because of this article in English, she didn't even understand half of it! !

This word is too rare! ! How can this be changed?

The pencil moved unsteadily on the paper, and she had nowhere to write! !

Looking at Xia Zhengran with an ugly face, Xia Xi smiled slightly, leaned over deliberately, supported the table with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Change it."

Change the hell! ! !

She doesn't even understand herself! ! !

Xia Zhengran's face turned red.

"Here, here is what you have to say, we play a couple, I hope you can be more emotional."

Xia Xi largely divided the dialogue between the two, after all, her goal now is to win the first place.

Xia Zhengran stared at the English with an ugly face. Although she was not reconciled, she still whispered: "You, you read it to me."

She wouldn't admit it if she didn't know or read anything! !

"Um."

Xia Xi maintained the posture of supporting the table with one hand, bowed slightly and lowered her head in a calm and handsome manner.

The faint aroma shrouded her, and the heat of her body temperature made Xia Zhengran's face turn red.

As Xia Xi read, she explained where and what emotions should be used. Xia Zhengran nodded with a blushing face and tried her best to write it down. Soon, it was over in thirty minutes.

The order of the competition was decided by lottery. Xia Xi was lucky and took the final draw.

Xia Zhengran breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and held the answer sheet, desperately reciting it.

Xia Xi looked at the playing field calmly, watching the performances of each team.

She doesn't think it's a good thing to be drawn last.

On the contrary, things like competition, the further you go, the more you suffer!

Because of the theme of love, everyone's performances are men and women in love. If the genders are different, they will play a couple. If the genders are the same, they will play rivals.

If you play it like this, it will be more boring to see at the end, and the chances of winning will be lower.

With more and more groups performing, Xia Xi's face was also a little ugly.

Because it is indeed as she thought, everyone is either a couple, or a rival in love, and even a rival in love is pulling their hair, tearing clothes, and putting on a jaw-dropping drama.

There are too many homogeneous things, and I am afraid that the judges will be tired before they see the end.

Glancing at the panel of judges, I can see that many of the judges have been concentrating at the beginning, and have developed into a dull look at the back.

"How about it?"

Xia Zhengran asked.

"Everyone has the same theme, lovers and rivals." Xia Xi was very pertinent.

"Isn't that the same as us? Aren't we also acting as couples? That's over, I thought the last one would buy more time, but everyone else has done it well, so we'll be compared!"

Xia Zhengran became anxious.

She is too obsessed with number one.

"I'm telling you, if I get brushed down because of you, I'll never finish with you!!"

Xia Xi chuckled, lowered her head, met Xia Zhengran's irritable eyes, and said solemnly, "As long as you don't kill yourself."

The dark eyes showed bursts of cold air, which easily crushed Xia Zhengran's anger.

Dead pervert, what bull? If you lose, you wait!