National School Prince Is A Girl

"Captain, Bo Ximing has news."

It was night, and the members of Team Carly sat in front of the computer and turned back to look behind them.

Liuli stood up: "What did you say there?"

"What else can I say." The man smiled and couldn't express his pride: "All as expected by the captain, Bo Ximing wanted to let that Bo Jia waste out of the Dimeng League more than we did, and said let us continue to send Some posts, tomorrow this thing will cause the entire e-sports circle to know. "

Liuli lowered her eyes: "In this way, Bo Jiu Ke is really over."

"Whoever cares about him, Captain, I know you are soft-hearted. If you think about it carefully, would n’t it be Bo Jiu, would we have such a tense relationship with Dimeng? When he left, we can slowly repair and Dimeng. The relationship between."

Liuli listened to the players and seemed to be persuaded: "Well, that's the only way."

In fact, she was the one who made the idea.

How could she be soft-hearted, but she still has to do it on the surface.

There are three days left, the national competition.

Taking advantage of this time to drive Bo Jiu out of the Dimeng League, the timing was just right.

A newcomer to the Internet, too strong will fold.

I don't even understand this kind of truth.

Liuli lowered his eyes, what Qin Tao CP, it was time to end.

Even if the man is not hers, it should not be any.

The night outside is getting thicker.

The fog lingered, almost becoming synonymous with Jiangcheng.

Han Feng really couldn't understand his sister.

Yesterday, she said she was careful, and today she said that she must invite Bo Jiu to have a meal. One is to apologize and the other is to thank her. If it was n’t because Bo Jiu was here, she does n’t know what she was being bullied. .

Han Feng also wanted to find a chance to sit down and chat with Qin Mo.

Now the youngest sister of her own family is soft and even haunts him. If he does not call, Han Susu is upstairs.

Han Feng shook his head, and first sent a letter to Qin Mo through Jiang Zuo, saying that he must bring Bo Jiu, and their brother and sister personally made a guilt.

When Qin Mo answered the phone, the man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the lights of almost the entire city.

"Qin Mo, are you still there?" Jiang Zuo didn't get a response for a long time, and thought it could not be discussed.

Where did you know Qin Mo's side, the voice was very weak and opened the mouth: "I'm going to pick up the guy at Bojia now, you say something."

Jiang Zuo hung up the phone after reporting the address, and vaguely felt that his friend was not quite right today.

It's just that something is not right, he can't tell.

Qin Mo took his gaze back, thinking that if he suddenly appeared directly at the Bojia, someone was holding a lollipop, and his thin lips could not help tickling.

Secretary Liang looked beside.

One day.

Qin never seemed to laugh.

It's because I am going to the Bojia now, so is this expression?

It's really not that he thinks too much.

But Qin is too obvious!

Mainly, Mr. Qin, you just went to Bojia. Have you considered the acceptance of the Bo family?

When Secretary Liang saw that the president of their family was leaving, he would unconsciously keep up.

Qin Mo's indifferent abstinence, lined with a straight suit, and a circle of velvet around the pure black trench coat, just like the blood-sucking nobles often seen in foreign movies, fair skin, deep eyes, turned back Come and glance at him,

Secretary Liang snapped in an instant and retreated silently ...