National School Prince Is A Girl

Noon.

The thin sunlight hit.

There was a lot of noise in the school.

For Bo Jiu, school life is a wave of exams.

The final exam is required after the New Year.

This is the pain in the eyes of every high school student.

But this is also an excuse to find a great god.

Continue to ask the great god to help her press the point.

But now Bo Jiu is different from before.

Even the handsome looking boy who would twist his neck when he was in class would be posted on the post in the next second.

"Ah, my big spades are so handsome!"

"Still biting the pen and doing the questions very seriously."

"Some people say that my big spades will still be able to turn over the wall, and I strongly request that I turn up the wall.

"I suggest everyone go to a squat and see when he will take pictures when he crosses the wall!"

"I won't challenge anymore. I'm a cook. I'm going to apply for a job at a Chinese cafeteria. What do big spades want to eat? I will give him two plates. We'll still have a long body if we smash it!"

Yes.

I don't know why.

It was probably Bo Jiu who was protecting He Honghua and stood at the gate of No. 1 Middle School and was dug out.

Some of them are just aunts.

Of course, those aunts include ... An Ying.

"Look, look, there are photos that my family smashed into the post, this angle ... so handsome!" An Ying took the mobile phone and asked Qin Mo, who was sitting next to him, to look at it: "It looks like The cat you raised before, I did n’t expect that I was so good at school, and my head was too cute, and my academic performance was definitely good. "

Qin Mo put down the bamboo chopsticks, pulled out a piece of paper and wiped his hands, his smile a little cold: "Good boy? Good academic performance?" That guy's physical performance is so bad that his mother may never know.

"Well, nice, handsome, and cute." An Ying looked at the picture, and then looked at the profile of his son's handsome and slightly cold face: "My dream is to raise such a son, and I have been looking at you all the time. Who knows in this regard ... Alas. But it does not matter, now nine is the same, too innocent. "

Secretary Liang next heard this sentence and began to look up to the sky pretending to be busy.

Qin Mo just wanted to talk, and the phone in his pocket rang.

A long-lost WeChat.

"Mo brother, I am tall at the end of the term. Is it convenient to go to your home to review?"

Qin Mo looked at the screen, remembering Jiang Zuo's words, and put the phone back in his pocket.

Since then.

Secretary Liang noticed that his family president was a little absent.

This absent-mindedness continued into the group meeting an hour later.

He stood behind Qin Mo, watching his family president pick it up again after picking up and putting down his phone for the seventh time.

Slender fingers slipped on the screen and returned two words: "Convenient."

When Bo Jiu received the WeChat of God, he was standing in front of the school supermarket, holding a lollipop in one hand, copying his trousers pocket in one hand, and typing with one hand. Slight profile.

"Have you heard?"

"what?"

"The man in Class A was called into the office by Teacher Hao again."

"Her grades have dropped dramatically recently, and Teacher Hao calls her normal."

"I always feel weird ..."

After hearing this sentence, Bo Jiu didn't know what he was thinking, put down his mobile phone, turned his head to look at the group of girls ...