National School Prince Is A Girl

I have to say that Qin Mo's experience and skills can indeed make up for some of Bo Jiu's shortcomings in a short time.

At this time Bo Jiu realized that even her hand speed was fast.

Because the number of Spade Z itself is not high enough, it will still encounter some obstacles.

In fact, this is something that every team knows very well.

Even they admit that Spade Z is very powerful.

But they will not think that they will lose to Spades Z during the game.

They are professional teams, compared to the novices in the new competition.

The national competitions are not so easy.

Qin Mo discovered this problem at the very beginning, so it was at that time that he agreed to play with Bo Jiu.

In addition to watching Bo Jiu's eyes, there is another reason, that is, the cost of upgrading is fast.

Of course, the same is true of ranking.

In fact, the record is very helpful to upgrade.

But just by now ... not as good as the Shonan team.

Perceiving Qin Mo's movement, Bo Jiu followed his head and raised doubts in his eyes.

After the soft silver hair dries, it becomes fluffy.

Qin Mo saw the teenager looking at himself like this, his eyes lightened again.

Nothing, before running into the Shonan team.

There are no fewer than seven games.

Enough to let his brother practice his hands.

He is responsible for winning.

If you let other team members know that Qin Mo is such an idea, you must vomit blood.

Do they look like sandbags?

Practice your hands?

Qin Mo also favored his younger brother to a certain extent.

This has something to do with the Qin family's tutoring.

Nothing else, but everyone who is himself must be protected.

"Are you sleepy?" Qin Mo asked the teenager with a sideways glance.

The sound quality of a man is deep and nice, especially in dark nights.

Bo Jiu shook his head and gestured toward Qin Mo with a gesture of seven while sliding the mouse.

That means she can kill seven games.

Looking at the teenager who worked so hard, Qin Mo's eyes have changed a lot. In fact, he does not need to work so hard to be his brother ...

Just before he opened his mouth, the cell phone next to it rang.

Bo Jiu thought it was a business, raised his eyebrows, and signaled him to take it.

Qin Mo himself is very clear that the song "City of the Sky" is specially designed for someone.

Stand up and take the phone, his voice is very weak: "Hey."

"It's so slow to answer my phone, are you in a meeting again?" The woman who called was beautiful, not only beautiful, but also with an unspeakable mature elegance, but everyone who had seen her, Had to admire her temperament.It is worthy of being a red shadow, even at this age, the beauty that exudes from the outside is almost intoxicating, but at this time all her elegance is replaced by small complaints, like a little childish: "You know Did your aunt Wang embrace her grandson? "

Qin Mo leaned his head and lighted a cigarette: "I know."

"Just know the two words? Who is your temperament in the end! Alas!" The beauty is really helpless and sighed a long way: "I want to hug my grandson."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "You can ask your Mr. Qin to help you steal one, he is not next to you?"

"Yes." Beauty's eyes brightened: "Are you going to talk to your dad? Tell me about your online girlfriend?"

Qin Mo's voice is very soft: "Girlfriend online?"

As soon as the beauty listened to her son's tone, she knew that chatting broke out on that day ...