National School Prince Is A Girl

"What are you looking at?"

The teenager's movements were too obvious.

Qin Mo's attention will of course be distracted.

Bo Jiu looked back: "I always feel that someone is watching us."

"You have a good intuition." Qin Mo's voice was very weak, and it sounded like an ordinary brother boasting his brother.

Bo Jiu was exaggerated, of course happy, just wanted to talk about her views.

But the next sentence of the Great God is just a set: "How did such a good intuition develop? With a simple campus environment?"

It's true that we can't relax our vigilance against the Great God at all times.

Bo Jiuchang sighed, his left eye blinked, and he was very handsome: "I just practiced it in school. The teachers of No. 1 Middle School like to look into the neck through the back door and look inside. Over time, my instincts have also improved. Mo brother, you as a tyrant, ca n’t understand how we want to send a WeChat or read a novel when we are studying slag, how do we dare to take out the mobile phone after watching the six-way ears and listening to all directions, this must have Only good instincts can do it, otherwise it will be swept, the phone will be confiscated, and the teacher will be called to the office to talk. "

Qin Mo listened to the young man's explanation and raised his eyes lightly.

Bo Jiu knew that no matter what, this reason should have moved the God a little bit.

It ’s just that the Great God is always unexpectedly straightforward: “It seems that you are very experienced, how many times have you been talked about before summing it up?”

Bo Jiu: ...

She just seemed to have misunderstood something.

Great God's mood does not seem to be better.

"It's not too early." Qin Mo glanced at the clocks hanging on the wall and said to the dumb players over there: "All back to the hotel. There will be a new schedule for tomorrow's schedule."

"Ah? Yes, Captain!"

Lin Feng even slowed their reaction by half a beat.

After all, the conversation between the captain and the spades always felt strange.

As if only those two people could understand it, the rest of them were all clouded.

And ... the captain is really different to Little Spades!

Since Qin Mo said he wanted to go, of course Liuli couldn't force others.

With a smile on her back, she wanted to send the Dimeng team out.

But when Bo Jiu came to the machine at the door.

Something was running under the ground.

If it were not Bo Jiu's quick response, good skill, and someone else would definitely be lying there.

Qin Mo walked in front of Bo Jiu. After hearing the noise, he immediately pulled back and dragged the teenager to the left. Immediately, his cold eyes directly met the culprit on the right.

It was a Tokyo man who even had a handsome face with a three-point look. He also wore earphones on his head, with golden hair rendered, deep eye sockets, and black underneath.

This is a phenomenon that is often reversed day and night.

His outstretched leg was definitely not unintentional.

Because of that posture, it was full of provocation: "The team from Huaxia?"

That man speaks Tokyo dialect.

Not all players can understand.

But Qin Mo and Bo Jiu understood.

The man stood up and looked at Bo Jiu: "You just played well, oh yes, I forgot, you don't understand Tokyo ... The boss, come and help me translate."

"No." Bo Jiu's voice was very weak: "I understand."

The authentic Tokyo accent made the man stunned, and then smiled bitterly: "Since this is no longer good, you should be the Shonan team? I am Sakura first-class, we look in advance who is the real team How is your newcomer king? "