National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiu paused, raised his eyes, and looked at the man not far away.

He is choosing the racket provided by the court. His slender hands are wrapped in pure black playing gloves. A professional badminton outfit looks quite professional. When he bows his head, his long and thick eyelashes hit down to form a shadow, making him look like the whole person. There is a careless taste, like a very popular star making a TV series.

If this look of Qin Dashen is placed on the live broadcast platform, it is estimated that the popularity will rise to a higher level ...

Probably, he noticed the young man's gaze. Qin Feng's radial process raised his eyes and looked towards Bo Jiu lightly: "What other idea are you playing?"

Bo Jiu said the racket farewell, showing handsome tiger teeth, with a broad smile: "No, it's just too handsome to look at Brother Mo, so I want to take a look."

Xue Yaoyao listened very tangled.

Why does she always feel that the Jiudian is discharging towards Qin Shen?

Obviously two men are playing tennis together, but Xue Yaoyao has the illusion of a show of affection!

But ... the two really match ...

Xue Yaoyao held the tea cup and looked enviously at the court.

Bo Jiu met her gaze, smiled gently, and walked over according to the racket, then pulled out his notebook from the schoolbag, leaned over and said to her: "You play the game for two games first, and you rest at halftime At that time, I told you about the problem. "

"Okay." Xue Yaoyao didn't expect that at this time, the teenager still thought of himself. There was a feeling of being taken care of, and his face was red.

Bo Jiu glanced over the fruit tray on the coffee table, pinched a piece of watermelon and put it in his mouth, the voice was soft: "You can eat any fruit, don't be restrained."

"Huh." Xue Yaoyao nodded vigorously, looking at the young man's face, his eyes were full of worship.

When Qin Mo, who was standing on the court, saw this scene, he bounced the badminton racket a few times in his left hand, and a pair of dark night eyes deepened.

When Bo Jiu came over again, he saw that the face of the great god seemed a bit cold.

Is it the opening soon ... so the murderousness of the great god also came up?

"Kick-off." Qin Mo only left two words for the receptionist standing next to him, and stood tall in front of the net.

Bo Jiu's eyes also became serious. The teenager half-curved his knees, his face was clean and beautiful, and his silver hair hit his ears, with black earrings, and a hard smash!

Qin Mo hurriedly observed the direction of the ball, and then leaned over to hold the racket against the white ball in a very beautiful pose!

Snapped!

Bo Jiu's forehead suddenly made a move!

Rubbing his hands, the face hurts a little bit pitifully: "Mo brother, are you intentional? Hitting my face?"

Did she really invite her to play badminton?Instead of taking the opportunity to retaliate her?

Qin Mo looked like a teenager, his eyes sank: "Since it's here to play, he's going to play wholeheartedly, don't always think about flirting."

"When did I always think about sipping my sister." Bo Jiu muttered, feeling a little bit wronged.

Qin Mo's eyes swept over the shaggy head that the teenager dropped, and finally did not overcome the guilt that surging in his heart. He turned his head and looked at the receptionist. The voice was not very pleasant: "Go get the ice cube. "

"Ah? Yes!" The receptionists hadn't responded to what Qin Shao asked the ice cube to do.

I saw him draw a towel, wrap the ice cubes, and put it on the teenager's forehead ...