National School Prince Is A Girl

Drank too much?

Still having a stomachache?

After seeing this message, Feng Da broker.

Immediately forwarded to Qin Mo.

The specific content is: "Little Spades said that your stomach hurts, not suitable for participating in training."

Qin Mo glanced at the phone, his expression faint: "Tell him that because of the urgent time, even if the stomach hurts, I will participate."

Ha ha ... this ... Feng Da is not intuitive.

And Little Spades should not know that the one who wants everyone to train this time is the Great God.

Agent Feng Da didn't send a message at all, and a call was made: "Great God, tell me the truth, why do you want to train today?"

"In order to prevent early love." Qin Mo finished the sentence and took the line.

Not because of anything else, but because of the two people who came out of the internet cafe.

Bo Jiu and Xue Yaoyao did not see Qin Mo at first.

The two didn't know what they were talking about, and they laughed at each other.

Until Bo Jiu noticed something, he looked up.

At the end of the corridor, Qin Mo took a cigarette from the cigarette case and leaned his head to burn, and then spit the smoke against the wall, playing with the lighter in his hand, and looked up at them with his eyes up ...

Bo Jiu really didn't expect Qin Mo to appear here: "Mo brother, how are you ..."

"Stop, come to pick you up." Qin Mo's voice was cold: "The car is outside."

Bo Jiu saw that his lips were pale, and thought he had a severe stomachache: "It's really such an anxiety, I have to train today."

Qin Mo gave a faint sigh and glanced towards Xue Yaoyao: "Otherwise, you will not be disturbed by your date."

Xue Yaoyao: ... Why did she always feel that she was full of chill in the eyes of Qin Shen just now.

Obviously, the teenager is not aware of it.

Because Bo Jiu is only thinking about one thing in his heart now, how to make Great God relieve pain.

And Qin Mo never showed his cold scene when he was in front of Bo Jiu.

Qin Mo understands that anyone who is in a rebellious period of youth.

Both hate interference in their feelings.

Psychology has said that it is often best not to let the other party notice that you are interfering with this other time.

Otherwise, there is nothing originally, but also because of rebellion.

Qin Mo looked at the young man's face, and the subconscious frown became Chuanzi.

Why did he find such a troublesome guy to be his brother.

Bo Jiu sat in the car and saw that the man's face was not good, so he whispered and asked in a low voice: "Is it hurt?"

Where there is any stomachache, Qin Mo feels that it is so good now, looking at the teenager, there is no rebuttal, and no words.

Such a face, thin lips pale.

Bo Jiu looked at him with a long sigh, then stretched out his hand naturally, and touched the head of the Great God, his voice smiling: "Don't cry."

"Claw off." Qin Mo himself was smirked.

The driver in front and Xue Yaoyao stiffened their backs.

Dare to be like Qin Shen (Master), only nine less.

Train together on Christmas Eve.

This is how the Dimeng League looks like.

But since the training was decided, everyone is very serious.

The fat man even took out the information he collected and shared it: "This is the three teams we will face next, and the strength is good. By the way, the regional competition on the south side of Hunan has ended. It ’s number one, and not all of their main players are on the court, showing their superpowers. ”

Shonan.

As soon as the name is mentioned, the team's atmosphere will cool down.

That is the person they most want to overcome.

Three years.

Three years.

Because I have won before, my eyes are slightly lowered when facing this name.

Not just Lin Feng and Yunhu.

Even others are reminding themselves that this is the last chance.

Their goal is the national championship.

The news about the fat man put pressure on everyone.

Bo Jiuyan watched everyone busy.

Lin Feng lacked his hand speed and was still practicing hand speed there.

And Feng Shang didn't know what was going upside down. He even sold it in the world, saying that he wanted to collect diamond fragments, probably to make equipment.

On Christmas Eve, the Imperial League team basically came over this way.

This may be the case at this age.

Love is never unique.

Compared to love, you are more envious of you fighting side by side.

The night outside the window was floating.

The smog has never retreated in Jiangcheng.

Bo Jiu is the one who drinks the most water because he always feels uncomfortable in his throat.

Probably the reason for this body.

She didn't have this problem before.

It is said that serious people are the most beautiful.

Not only this group of game men, but also Yaoyao, everyone's computer screen is bright.

Bo Jiu sat there in the center, with companions on both the left and right sides. She had never been like this before.

Because of hackers.

Never had friends.

The reason why hackers are so mysterious is inseparable from loneliness.

They clearly exist, but in reality they are another face.

Even if there are family and friends, no one knows what these hackers have done at night.

So in essence.

Bo Jiu is lonely.

Except ... Hoshino one.

If it were n’t for Tokyo, Bo Jiu would n’t still be worried.

The day of rebirth.

She did not think about contacting Hoshino.

But in the end, she still didn't.

People, look ahead.

This has always been her principle of doing things.

Rather than help her do some shameful things.

Hoshino's identity is now pretty.

The crackling keyboard sound can hypnotize people sometimes.

When Bo Jiu raised his eyes again, Lin Feng was already leaning on Yunhu's shoulders, and some were about to fall asleep.

Instead, the great god was sitting beside her, and I didn't know when he wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

Probably because Bo Jiu watched too long.

Qin Mo turned his head over, his dark eyes seemed to be a non-smile: "Are they pretty?"

"Good-looking." Bo Jiuyi's pair of peach eyes seem to be smiling: "Mo brother, you look like me, I want to take it home and raise it. Your stomach still hurts. I will give you a warm water bag. Yet?"

Qin Mo also knew that this guy's love discharge could not be fixed. His eyes looked at how the teenager cared about himself.

Feng Yi brought a large bag of take-out there, dressed in a smart suit: "Get up, have supper to eat, and carry smog and porridge to drink."

"Carrying smog-radiating porridge? What is that?" Bo Jiu asked Qin Mo with a partial head.

Lin Feng was suddenly awakened, and his expression was very bad: "It's the dark cooking that Feng Fox boiled himself!"

"Hey hey? What are you hiding, Lin Feng." Feng Yi dragged people: "Come on, try my love as a broker."

With Lin Feng as a reference, Bo Jiu glanced wisely at the porridge box in the bag and only saw a piece of green and thick sticky body.

Bo Jiu: ... Is it true that this drink will not kill?