National School Prince Is A Girl

"You, you ..." Liu Zongming was really scared. At that moment, Bo Jiu looked at his eyes and reminded him of the creeping animals in the dark, as well as what Bo Jiu said, just let People are terribly afraid, even if he is killed, Bo Jiu will not have to take any responsibility at that time.

Is he still a high school student?

They always hit people if they want to hit them.

Does this person beat someone, and destroy the evidence?

After Liu Zongming figured this out, instead of not feeling relaxed, the coldness in the back of the neck came out a little bit.

It was only then that he discovered that no one would pass by in this place.

It means that no one will save him!

Bo Jiu still smiled unhurriedly, and his long legs blocked Liu Zongming's only way out. It was because of the evil and handsome eyes that made people feel more oppressive.

Liu Zongming could n’t even stand up, and stuttered to explain there: "Bo Jiu, I, we are all classmates, there will inevitably be a little friction between classmates, the thing surrounding you is that I am wrong, I apologize. Again How to say, we have to take an exam later, late, late is not good. "

Bo Jiu listened to his words and raised a good-looking eyebrow: "It's a good attitude to admit the mistake, but there is no small friction between me and you."

With that, she stretched out her hand, and with her silver hair moving slightly, she pulled Liu Zongming's collar directly. Jun's face was lowered: "I was deliberately adjusting me, didn't I? I want to let you go, okay. Take your phone Take it out and call the person who instructed you. "

Liu Zongming's eyes startled: "Why, what instructions."

"Student Liu." Bo Jiu smiled slowly, patting his face gently with his left hand: "I'm not impatient, do you fight or not?"

Liu Zongming did not speak.

Bo Jiu wasn't verbose with him either, his right leg bent his knee, and he would be dragged and beaten again.

Liu Zongming quickly straightened his hands and shouted anxiously: "I fight, I fight!"

Bo Jiu smiled and threw him to the root of the wall.

Liu Zongming knew that he could not escape. Bo Jiu looked like this. If he did n’t make this call, he could really kill him!

In fact, Liu Zongming's body was very uncomfortable, which made him strange. After being beaten in this way, he had no blood on his body, but the finger on the screen sold out his current physical condition. It hurts. Shivering everywhere.

On the other end of the phone, Bo Ximing was still strange. At this time, Liu Zongming called him.

He put the pencil case on the wooden table, and then pressed it down to connect his shoulder. His voice was always proud. "Something?"

"Bo, Bo Shao ..." Liu Zongming's breath sounded a little trembling.

Bo Ximing's brows frowned: "Where are you? How do you talk like this?"

Liu Zongming just wanted to speak.

Bo Jiu knocked on his wrist, smiling Yan Xiecheng spread his left hand, beckoning him to give his phone to himself.

Liu Zongming did not dare to refuse at all.

He found that Bo Jiu, who launched the ruthlessness, was born with a terrifying ice cold, even though the corner of his mouth was smiling, his eyes were as dark as the night, empty and empty.

Liu Zongming shook his hand and put the phone in the palm of Bo Jiu.

Bo Jiu took it, put a thin lip on it, put the screen on the left ear, the right leg still maintained the previous posture, and there was a chill in his voice, very handsome: "Bo Ximing ..."