National School Prince Is A Girl

"High, Bo Shao's way is really high!" The tallest player gave a thumbs up and looked at the teammates next to him, both of them had a strong poison on each other's faces, and the good day of the waste It's time to finish!

Bo Ximing did not take Bo Jiu seriously into consideration, but the last mouse incident made him think it was time to teach the other party a lesson. Was it really that he was the illegitimate child who was aggrieved and did not know what to say?

It's time for people to take a good look, who is the real Master Bo!

Bo Ximing didn't understand it at all. Our nine masters never bothered to contend with him about the title of Master Bo.

The team is face-to-face and will drink alcohol when it passes.

Bo Jiuyi's opening is "a dozen ice Budweiser" very grounded.

Feng Shang felt that after following the idol, all the first time was gone.

Such as face, such as fighting, such as ... drinking.

"If you are not used to drinking, drink less." Bo Jiu's drinking posture is very evil.

After Feng Shang looked at it, he looked serious: "Idol, idol, photo, believe me, me, I can!"

"Oh, then you drink it." Bo Jiu finished, and then reached out: "Boss, come again."

Feng Shang froze:… also… come back?!

"Talk about everyone's advantages." After Bo Jiu entered the state, it was really a bit like the president of the business community. His fingers were dipped in wine and he clicked on the table: "Feng Shang, you operate fast. When the game is standing, stand here. Position, mainly responsible for returning blood to prevent blood, Yaoyao you ... "

The teenager's face looked very youthful and clean, but at that moment they felt that the teenager was not an ordinary high school student.

It's like ... it seems that a mature soul lives in a young body.

Xue Yaoyao didn't know why he felt this way.

It's just that ... the orders issued by the teenager always make people involuntarily surrender.

Worthy of their nine halls!

With such a captain, there is nothing to be afraid of even in the new e-sports rookie game.

Xue Yaoyao laughed, and his round face didn't know whether it was because he drank alcohol, or because he was full of anticipation for the game, and it became slightly red ...

At this time, it was in Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

A familiar elongated black Lincoln stopped by the roadside.

There are also several bodyguards standing around it, each with a black Bluetooth headset for communication.

Whether it is a car or a person, all exude a breath that no one should enter.

Even so, it can't resist the enthusiasm of the students stranded in front of the school.

Many girls are holding their phones while tapping their toes.

The driver stood outside and glanced at his wrist watch again. He looked very anxious and faced the humane sitting in the car with embarrassment: "General Qin, half an hour has passed. Should we go ? Master Nine should have already returned home. "

Qin Mo took the physical data in his hand, slender fingers came to knock, and the corner of his mouth bent upward, but his eyes were cold and scary: "Should?"

The driver immediately said: "I'm asking."

"No need." Qin Mo threw the physics book aside, his legs slightly elegant, and his perfect side face was like a layer of ice cold: "Come up, drive."

The driver hesitated and talked a lot: "Don't wait for Master Nine."

Qin Mo didn't speak anymore, the cold expression already explained everything ...