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| | The obligation to recommend [fantasy] elders (10th Jan 23 at 5:04am UTC) | Quote Reply | But although his movements are weak, the expression on his face is very excited, the original tension is gone, his face is only excited: "Can you write my name?" "I, I have never handed in a report, the composition is not good, it is never my turn to hand in an article, if I can use my name to hand in once, my life will be worth it!" Strange point-Gong Wu and others looked at him with their heads tilted. People like you who publish articles in poetry magazines every other day don't understand me. This is the desire of composition scum. Malone sighed. Then use your name. Mr. Delin didn't care, asked everyone's opinion, and then filled in Malone's name. Finally, the report with Malone's name on it was handed to the recipient by Malone himself. That person turned over, laughing to admire a way: "Is this you write?"? It's well written. If only everyone could write as standardized as you, would you still want to continue communicating? The bulletin board is over there. Go and have a look. I look forward to your next report. With that, the man looked at Malone carefully, and his eyes seemed to say,stainless steel hydraulic fitting, "I remember you, and I'll wait to see your report next time.". Malone froze as he looked at her. That man is looking forward to your next report. "He remembers you." "Your face and your name, and the school, the man remembers." On the way out of the office, the students of Class F kept repeating the staff member's words in Malone's ear. I won't help you write the next report. It's very tiring. It happened that Mr. Delin repaired the knife at this time. After that, he looked at Malone and said lovingly, "I'm also looking forward to it. Next time,14 needle valve, Malone will write his own communication report." Thinking of the thick stack of paper, Malone's face was like mourning. I don't know why, although Mr. Delin is well-intentioned, although he has been laughing, but. He Why is there always a feeling of being hooked? On what hook? Malone was confused, as if he had volunteered. Probably. As a result, not only was the method of getting money done, but even the summary report that no one wanted to write was written, and everyone stood in front of the bulletin board with ease and pleasure, looking at the notice leisurely. Our purpose is to get the money back as soon as possible, so the local school in Dongxingong City is the best, needle valve manufacturer ,tube fitting manufacturer, the best time for communication is in these days, and we will go back after a few days of communication.. The stream watched and talked about their selection criteria. That's what everyone thinks in their hearts. From the heavy heart of writing the report, Malone quickly broke away and began to study all kinds of communication invitations. At the invitation of long-distance running enthusiasts, do you want to have a passionate long-distance running in Yunzhou Mainland? Invitation from Yunzhou Yunzhong High School Long-distance Running Club. He read the invitations one by one. The invitation from the mahjong department of Nanhuli High School, the exchange of traditional skills, my God! Is the subsidy from the Ministry of Education quite high? Malone was startled. If he didn't really know what mahjong was and didn't want to go to Nanhuli High School, he would be tempted by the amount of money! "Mahjong is a way of entertainment and leisure that comes from nowhere. It is a kind of card. However, it requires participants to be good at calculation, strategy and luck. Young people can't play much and know little. For this kind of project, the Ministry of Education will give financial support." Teacher Delin explained with a smile. Although very high, but I do not want to choose, the last time that insect enthusiasts exchange is no way, if I choose, I will definitely choose fighting! Yes, it's right. Ah! Like this one! Marlon pointed to the notice and said excitedly when he suddenly found one of the notices he was interested in. From the invitation of Class S of the High School Ability Class of East Palace College, I want to invite the ability people of the same level college to exchange their abilities! The address is.. Higashi Shinomiya! The amount of subsidy is also the highest seen at present! It was perfect. "The more Malone looked at it, the better he thought the exchange was, but at the end, his shoulders drooped.". The notice has been exposed.
An "X" for being claimed slowly appeared on the notice he was looking at, which was also the effect of a certain ability, once someone claimed the task on the computer terminal, the notice would appear. Ah, ah, ah! Malone held her head in her arms. "Who the hell took the communication task?"? I was just about to ask Mr. Delin how to claim the task!!! As he was shouting, his line of sight suddenly collided with a group of people next to him. The other party had a wrist computer terminal in his hand. On the light screen in the air was the task he had just seen. Unlike the notice with an X in front of them, the notice in front of the pedestrian was a √, indicating that he had claimed the communication task. Malone happened to bump into a group of people who had received the task. Eyes swept over the faces of the group, and Malone frowned more and more deeply. "Why does it look familiar?" The face of the man with the light screen in front of him turned red. Holding back his mood, he bowed to Mr. Delin and said hello. Then he said to Malone angrily, "You don't remember anyone else. At least you should remember me, right?"? I'm from the S class who had a fight with you a while ago, and I'm with Jang Hyuk. As he spoke, he pulled over a man next to him and continued, "We are the ones who are fighting against you!" With a wink, her eyes moved from his face to the face of the man named Jang Hyuk. Malone blinked again and shook her head frankly. "I don't remember." Looking at the man's face red and black, black and white, the palace shop was really afraid that he would really faint in the past, hurriedly in the side of the sound: "It's Treto from Class S. Why are you here?" The name was recognized by the most reliable person on the other side. Treto's mood was finally better. Although it was still a little awkward,pipe fittings manufacturer, he could finally communicate with Class F normally. He said in a muffled voice, "What else can I do?" There's no money! Any student from an ancient capital school who first arrives in an ultra-modern metropolis will probably encounter the same problem: not enough money. Class F's little friends are like this, and Class S is not much better. chinaroke.com | |
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