National School Prince Is A Girl

When Bo Jiu woke up again, it was already the third class.

She didn't know what classmate Jiang Feiyang was thinking. She came to her, knocked on her desk, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really going to sit here?"

Bo Jiu gave him a very interesting look, his left hand lazily supporting his chin, that kind of look made Jiang Feiyang sober at once.

What is he doing?

Do you want to let this little weak slag go back?

I am crazy!

But Jiang Gongzi still said daringly: "In fact, you don't have to do this. The teacher will rearrange the seats next Monday to let Xue Yaoyao and the girl sit together."

"I think it's good here." Bo Jiu smiled: "At least don't worry about being reported in class."

Jiang Feiyang knew that he was talking about himself, and his face was white. He felt that this small scum was simply unreasonable. He gave him down the stairs, and he did not go down.

"up to you!"

Jiang Feiyang dropped this sentence and returned to his seat. His eyes were still angry, so that the girls who liked him didn't understand him.

Xue Yaoyao also raised his head: "I, will I have a bad influence on you?"

"Impact?" Bo Jiu took out the reformed English textbook from his desk and smiled: "I am the last one to be afraid of any influence. You learn better than me, especially physics. Is that really human learning ? "

This is not the first time Bo Jiu has vomited physics, which shows how deep her resentment is for this course.

Xue Yaoyao looked at the young silver-haired boy who was sitting next to him glancing at his thin lips. Because he had just woke up, he still had a few hairs on the top of his head, with a bit of randomness in the mess, as if he could grow a pair of ears, Handsome makes him feel shameful cute.

I have never been as happy as I am now. Xue Yaoya really likes Bo Jiu, not the kind of love between men and women. She knows that she is not worthy of being a teenager. She wants to return him from the bottom of her heart, even if maybe he It doesn't need to be at all, she also wants the teenager to feel comfortable.

"If there are any problems that I don't understand in the future, I can ..."

Before Xue Yaoyao's words were finished, the phone beside Bo Jiu's hand rang, not a ringtone but a vibration.

No matter how the school says, it is not allowed to bring a mobile phone, but the regulations are regulations, and few people will not take them.

Bo Jiu made a wait gesture, and then slid the screen away. It was WeChat sent by Qin Mo. His voice was very cold. When he heard it, he was the kind of abstinence president Fan Er: "I am near the school at noon, come out and take you to eat rice."

"Socializing? I won't go anymore. I will go shopping in the game for a while, and Brother Mo ... I'm really still a student." Bo Jiu always feels that in Qin Dashen's eyes, going to school doesn't seem to be so important. How can I understand the pain of their scum, hey.

Qin Mo paused for a while, and instructed again in his brother's high-cold tone: "Have a good class."

Bo Jiuwen smiled, and said with a string of voices: "Relax, usually, I'm still very good. The new desk is planning to help me make up classes in the future. You go busy and see you after school."

I thought this was the end here, after all, there was no news to come back for a few minutes.

Just as Bo Jiu was planning to dig up the members of the team, a shock came from the mobile phone: "It turns out that your grades are already too bad to require supplementary lessons to reach the standard."

Bo Jiu: ...

God, do n’t know what to return, you do n’t need to return, so bad tongue, no wonder you ca n’t find a girlfriend!