National School Prince Is A Girl

After saying this, the four people started to dig out their pockets there, and they were really collecting money.

"Brother, you are not doing this right." The prickly-headed young man turned his head while collecting money: "We don't need anything to help people. This is called righteousness."

Bo Jiu chuckled: "I am a student of No. 1 Middle School, and it is very guilty to help you hit No. 1 School. Do you want to be a little bit loyal and stop playing?

"..." Please, buddy, can you control your expression when you are talking about guilt, can't see where the guilt is!

The four people in No. 2 emptied their pockets, only to reach 80, and put them in the corner of the table: "We have so much left after we settle the bill."

Bo Jiu counted what she and the god wanted, 80 was enough, so he smiled and said: "Give me a mobile phone, start."

"You don't even have a cell phone? Then play a ball!" After finishing the second two, they began to scratch their hair.

Bo Jiu raised an eyebrow: "Go and borrow one from the boss."

"The lady boss is Nokia, you can't play it at all." It seems that she often eats skewers here, and even the boss lady knows everything.

Bo Jiu also felt that it was a pity that he wanted to clean up Liu Zongming again.

Qin Mo, of course, looked like a teenager, frowning: "What's wrong with Liu Zongming?"

"Block me with people." Bo Jiu is telling the truth, although the latter did not say.

Upon hearing Qin Mo's eyes, his eyes were cold and he turned his head to the second middle school student who was still holding the hair reformers and said, "I'll fight."

"Really !?" The prickly-headed youth's eyes lighted up, and then asked: "Are you sure you have a cell phone?"

Qin Mo didn't speak, glanced at him, took out his phone, and put it in his palm to play.

All the people over there came in spirit: "We are District A, come in."

"It takes three minutes." Qin Mo's voice was very weak.

The prickly-headed youth stared again: "Why?"

"Download." Qin Mo has never played a mobile game. After all, professional leagues are controlled by computers.

The four people saw it, and were a little worried. They said in a small voice: "I always feel a little dangling. Even if he didn't download the game, wouldn't it?"

"That's no way, and Liu Zongming really thought he could." Someone said: "The big deal is, let's protect him, let him bring a treatment skill, and don't expect him to kill someone in his place. It ’s okay to return to the blood. "

"Come on."

The four are over there discussing the tactics.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, so that the gods wouldn't kill him?This is really ... difficult.

There is a wireless network in the grill, and downloading a mobile game is not too slow.

Helpless, the young man with a prickly head has already regarded Qin Mo as a bragging newcomer, so he looked at Bo Jiu's glory on their side and was very compassionate.

When Bo Jiu saw that Qin Mo wanted to enter his account number, he reached out and blocked it. His voice was low: "Mo brother, use my trumpet to log in, otherwise they will be crazy if they see your name."

Qin Mo did not refuse: "Account password?"

"135975280, password 000000." After Bo Jiu reported.

Qin Mo clicked OK and logged into the game page.

"Okay, all the people are here!" The prickly-headed youth shouted and shouted, "I will all follow my command for a while, especially ..." At this point, he raised his head and glanced at Qin Mo: " You do n’t need to rush forward for a while, just behind us, do n’t let people kill you. This will affect our return to blood. This is a tough battle, and we must rely on strategy! ”