National School Prince Is A Girl

After hearing that familiar voice.

Bo Ximing standing in the classroom was completely frozen.

Why is Liu Zongming's cell phone holding this waste?

Bo Jiu is still laughing, and his voice sounds nice: "To be honest, I'm really curious. When people call you Bo Shao, don't you think you are hitting your face? Bo Jia's family tree doesn't have your name, oh , By the way, it should be said that even your mother did not marry into the Bo family, but unfortunately, after so many years of her plan, she still had to live outside and give others a chance. "

"You!" Bo Xi stood up in one breath, his fingers slammed into the carbon pen in his hand, and the sound seemed to be rubbed out of his teeth: "Bo Jiu, what do you think you are? , What do you think your mother is, the family comes from the countryside, dad has long wanted your mother, your mother still clinging to it, really really able to endure, the company is going bankrupt , Still shouting in front of me? Where do you come from?

Relative to Bo Ximing's anxiety, Bo Jiu's voice was much lazier: "Bo Ximing, you go back and tell Bo Zhongyi to return all the shares and property, and my mother will kick him immediately, figure it out, in the end Who is the one who holds the stuff? Also, if you want to fight, just come in person and find someone to do it for you. Is n’t it funny? "

After Bo Jiu finished this sentence, he hung up the phone and threw the phone back into Liu Zongming ’s arms. He put his head on and put on a mask, and the evil eye smile still remained in the exposed eyes, so he just stuck in his school uniform. The pants pocket walked slowly out of the alley. The back was cool and pretty, as if she hadn't just beaten anyone, but which roadside kitten was fed.

Bo Xi was angry enough, and the handsome face was also extremely cold. He wanted to return a few words, but found that the other party had already closed the line, which made him even more intolerable. People.

It was Liu Zongming who had just stood up answering the phone: "Bo Shao."

"What the hell is going on?" Bo Ximing lowered his voice, and his eyes were horrible: "Why would that waste call me with your mobile phone? Didn't you say it was all resolved?"

Liu Zongming grinned with painful teeth and guilty conscience: "I ... Bo Shao, not my reason, it is Bo Jiu, he doesn't know where to learn his hands and feet, he beats people terribly, my legs are fast He was kicked off by him, and that day ... Actually that day, seven or eight of us did n’t surround him, and he was beaten and raised for a few days ... "

"Enough." The more Bo Ximing listened, the more poisonous he was: "Everyone knows how incompetent that metamorphosis is, and seven or eight people won't be able to surround him? Don't talk about these things. It's just not doing well! "

"Bo Shao, really, I'm not shirk my responsibilities. This man is really difficult to deal with now!" Liu Zongming is still desperately explaining.

Helpless, the arrogant Bo Ximing did not want to listen to his rhetoric at all.

Bo Ximing didn't even think about it. He vowed to spend money to teach Bo Jiu. In the end, it was the other party who made the call to his mobile phone.

For Bo Ximing, it was a slap in the face.

The heat and anger on his face did not disappear until he sat back in his seat.

At the same time, the students of No. 1 Middle School have entered the examination room one after another.

The monthly test to decide whether you can successfully participate in the e-sports officially began ...