National School Prince Is A Girl

When Han Susu reacted, his leg had listened to the boy and walked inside.

When I looked back, I only saw the back of a tall, loose figure.

The students of No. 2 Middle School, at first glance, are the main fights, and they know how to surround people, right and left, three directions.

Unless the retreat goes back, otherwise he can't run anywhere.

But withdrawing again, he also came home.

The man just wanted to stop here and catch him.

But this method is suitable for others, but not suitable for Bo Jiu.

First of all.

She didn't think about going back.

The girls are there, so you have to let them go first.

What's more, the fact that others cannot avoid this seemingly thorough enclosure does not mean that she cannot avoid it.

After all, except for Bo Jiu, she is still Z.

The police can't catch it-Z.

The entrance to the school of No. 1 Middle School is busy now.

Such a scene cannot be described in words.

This frame must be stubble!

The doorman has started shaking his finger to call.

Bo Jiu just stood there, holding a lollipop in his mouth, opened his school uniform, and buckled his hat on his head.

There is a camera in front. Even if there is a fight, she has to pay attention to the evidence. She has to maintain her good style of both academics and excellence and avoid calling her parents...

The man in the second middle school saw that the kid was not going back, shouting at the boss who was still watching, "Brother Hu, that's the one! Here, here at the school gate!"

As soon as the boss turned around, his fiery eyes greeted the handsome young man's face directly.

Then-silly!

I shouted, wasn't this the master who helped them play the game yesterday?

What do you mean?

Is he the one to beat?

This is really embarrassing...

Bo Jiu also recognized him, and raised his eyebrows with a good eyebrow.

The boss of the Second Middle School: ... What a ghost is the second of the spikes!?

"I'm going to your sister ..." Someone next to Bo Jiu wanted to jump.

The pricked young man had a block in his arm, and he had a fan: "Stop, stop!"

"what's the situation?"

Not only the students of the second middle school were at a loss, but also the sisters of the first middle school, their original heart, also followed.

The prickly-headed young man coughed heavily and approached Bo Jiu seriously, his voice low: "Are you hitting us this morning?"

"Fight." Bo Jiu's thin lips ticked, and there was a burst of chill in his eyes: "Why? Want to fight back?"

The prickly youth looked at the teenager like this, and remembered that in the barbecue restaurant, the skill that was too beautiful and another man abused the man. Somehow, his back was a bit cold.

"How come, I'll ask." Although Tsou Tiao Youth was in the second grade, he was very loyal and turned his head to his group of younger brothers, saying: "It's all gone today. This is our benefactor in the second grade, don't fight! In the future, seeing the benefactors are polite, otherwise, they will not be able to live with my Wang Dahu! "

How could someone who was beaten in the morning accepted such an ending.

benefactor?!

The girls in No. 1 are also wondering.

When did their Nine Temples become that old benefactor?

These two people know each other?

Have you played together?

This ... temperament is too bad.

There was a Wang Dahu standing next to Bo Jiu.

Wang Dahu is really a scumbag, and his face is written.

Bo Jiu ... At least it looks like a school bully, physical physique.

"All come and say thank you to the benefactor." Wang Dahu is no longer.

In this way, Bo Jiu once again became the focus of onlookers. She could almost see the uncle of the guard watching her gaze, very ... indescribable.