The Male God Taught Me How to Raid Him

Chapter 7

Jiang Putao didn't understand the brain circuits of the system, so he frowned and poked at the screen.

    Jiang Grape: But... Mr. System is not a human being. What's wrong with sending you this?

    In Jiang Putao’s cognition, the system master of the Raiders APP is like the systems in the novels he has read. It may be a high-level AI, a string of code composition, anyway, it is not a living thing, even cats, dogs, and dogs. superior.

    Who would deliberately avoid changing clothes for cats and dogs, let alone just a system.

    Jiang Grape: Feng Yu doesn't care who I send pictures to.

    Although Jiang Putao didn't want to admit it, the -99 points of favorability were there. Feng Yu didn't hate him when getting along with him. He was already thankful.

    Looking at Jiang Grape's reply, Feng Yu wiped away the drops of water on the phone screen with his fingertips, feeling dumb with a cold face.

    Seeing that the system didn't reply, Jiang Putao directly exited the Raiders APP, went to the kitchen to wash a plate of grapes, and returned home, set up his homework, sat at the table, plucked up his courage, and sent a WeChat message to Feng Yu.

    Jiang Grape: Feng Yu, I have a few questions, can I ask you now?

    Feng Yu had just sat down in the study room, with his laptop open in front of him, and the study room was dark with no lights on.

    Inexplicably, he thought of the very thin waistline in the picture of Jiang Puola, and did not refuse.

    Feng Yu: Sent it.

    Jiang Putao looked for a few questions, took pictures one by one and posted them.

    He was waiting for Feng Yu to reply, but he didn't expect Feng Yu to make a video call directly.

    Jing Lingling's ringing hit Jiang Putao's heart. He quickly put the phone in front of him, pressed it to connect, and then zoomed in on Feng Yu's picture.

    It was dark on Feng Yu's side, and Jiang Putao could only vaguely see the lower half of Feng Yu's face illuminated by the laptop screen.

    He nervously picked up the exercises close to the camera, and pointed them to Feng Yu.

    "It's these...can you tell me?"

    "Yeah." Feng Yu responded, and the voice came over the Internet, becoming more and more deep.

    He does not use ink, and starts directly from the first question.

    Jiang Grape hurriedly picked up the pen and lay down on the table following the steps Feng Yu explained.

    The phone was standing next to him, close, the camera was low, Jiang Putao lowered himself to write, his loose neckline was wide open, and the line of his collarbone was unobtrusive.

    Feng Yu was originally looking at the computer screen, tapping the keyboard with his fingertips from time to time. I don't know when, the sound of tapping on the keyboard stopped, only the low voice of speaking.

    While writing, Jiang Grape didn't forget to reach out and pinch a grape to his mouth.

    The grapes I bought this time were not very good. They were a bit too sour. I threw a whole ginger grape into my mouth, and immediately narrowed my eyes with sourness.

    He was greedy again, couldn't help but want to eat, and his memory increased. When he picked up another one, he didn't throw the whole into his mouth, but moved to his lips, holding it slowly, and biting a bit of the skin with his teeth. , Licking the overflowing grape juice little by little.