National School Prince Is A Girl

After finishing the hot pot meal, Bo Jiu was very satisfied. The handsome guy and the god came to see you tomorrow, and he listened to the man's slow opening: "I made the physics book ready, and the tuition starts today."

Bo Jiu has a natural resistance to physics. His fingers support his jaw, and he smiles, "Such a hurry, the learning efficiency will be bad."

"In less than seven days, your school will start the monthly exam. Do you think that depending on your academic abilities, if you do n’t make up for the lesson, you can pass the physics?" Qin Mo took the pen, his face was still beautiful, and his voice seemed to be weak. It's just stating a fact.

But even so, our nine masters also felt the feeling of being attacked.

Bo Jiu couldn't help but ask herself, who was she looking for to make up for her lesson, why did she find a great god ...

"Get up when you're full, and go upstairs with me. If you're a man, don't be so nagging." Qin Mo was wearing a sweater and one-handed trousers, and he didn't feel so oppressive. Because of this, Bo Nine is not a good start.

The great god is too clean and unpretentious, and he will be shaken by that face if he is not careful.

What the ancients said is that the beauty of the face is bad.

She was confused by that face.

"Attention."

The two sat in front of the same desk. In addition to the physics textbooks, there were various data lines, economic magazines, tablet computers and analysis tables in the psychology department often used by Great God.

Bo Jiu was more interested in the latter.

Qin Mo's slender fingers tapped on the table, and he turned the physics textbook lightly.

Bo Jiu took his attention back.

Qin Dashen's cell phone on the side was shaking. He didn't go to see it immediately, but raised his eyes and asked Bo Jiu: "Why don't you understand?"

Bo Jiu's fingers were still around his silver hair. After hearing this problem, he froze again, and then looked at Qin Mo very seriously: "I won't be anywhere."

Qin Mo's hand paused in turning the book, tilting his head toward the teenager who was still discharging towards him: "I'm so proud?"

Bo Jiu touched the bridge of his nose: "I didn't say I was very proud."

"Learn from the beginning." Qin Mo's fingertips fell on one of the formulas: "Remember this formula first, then ..."

Bo Jiu listened seriously, after all, this is the key to whether she can participate in the new esports competition.

"It's wrong here ..."

Unexpectedly, the people Qin Mo taught were extremely patient.

Probably Xueba is like this. In their eyes, it is just some tadpoles, let them play with.

During the period, Qin Mo also received two calls, both of which were business matters, and both were dealt with by the God with two purposes, and they were handled very beautifully.

It seems that someone over there asked: "Mr Qin, what formula do you say? Speed? Density?"

"Help my brother make up the lesson again." Qin Mo's words were very plain.

The other manager on the phone was startled, and turned to ask the friend next to him: "When does President Qin have a younger brother? That one has a second child? Isn't it possible?"

"Brother?" The friend is also a dumbfounded face.

The boss nodded: "Yes, it's my younger brother, and he said he was giving his younger brother a lesson."

Friends: ...

Qin Mo was still holding the mobile phone in his left hand. After discovering Bo Jiu ’s problem, he bent down and directly leaned down from behind her. His fingers turned around and clicked on the exercise book in front of the boy ’s eyes. His voice was slow: "Here ..."