National School Prince Is A Girl

Finally, Bo Jiu successfully sent the teacher to prison.

But what Bo Jiu did not expect was that in just three years, the other party appeared in front of her again.

Obviously, the teacher has forgotten her.

He changed his name and still lives very well.

Bo Jiu looked at the man as a tutor by virtue of his family relationship.

Question yourself for the first time.

What is black and what is white?

Her best friend experienced the saddest things in her most brilliant age.

Why should some women say that it must be her own problem, then why didn't the teacher find her instead of looking for others?

But what about that scum?

A well-known tutor?

That day.

Bo Jiu put down his high school textbooks, and when he got home, he opened the notebook that he hadn't touched in three years.

Z——Return!

She began to realize that some things were not so sound.

Because people and people have different views.

This has nothing to do with age status.

Some people have done something wrong, but they are more at ease.

Anyway, nothing will be lost.

Even if it is lost, it will not be very serious.

Despicables are always the pass of the despicable.

Since no one sanctioned.

Then she came to sanctions.

This is destined to be a negative character.

From that day on, she really wore a disguise.

During the day, like ordinary people, she can eat instant noodles and play games.

At night she became Z, and began to rectify a series of evildoing.

Bo Jiu lowered his eyes.

She originally wanted to wait until the national competition to restore her status.

But this case is different.

She must manage.

Now that Hoshino is here.

Then their work should continue.

Bo Jiu's eyes flashed.

It was still the place where the school was over the wall.

While the security guards were still vigorously blocking the vehicle from entering.

Bo Jiu kicked the tree trunk with his long legs, and his left hand directly held the wall. After pushing hard, he turned sideways.

Her movements are very handsome and beautiful.

So that the uncle of roasted sweet potatoes saw Bo Jiu, and he was soon evoked by the memory: "Youth, your technology, national level?"

Bo Jiu didn't play jokes with his uncle today, walked to the middle of the road and drove a taxi.

She is sitting in the back row.

The taxi driver looked like a high school student still carrying a schoolbag and raised an eyebrow: "Isn't it school yet?"

Bo Jiu took out the home-made notebook she had brought, with a very casual word: "Escape class."

The driver shook his head in the front, listening to the crackling of the back seat while driving, as if it were the sound of typing on the keyboard.

Could it be that he heard it wrong.

A book clearly in his hand?

Everyone has curiosity, and the driver is no exception. While waiting for the red light, he glanced back again, only to find out that it was indeed a notebook, and could not help exclaiming: "The current electronic equipment is really doing more and more The more advanced, there are even such things. "

Bo Jiu sang, his fingers flying fast.

On the screen is a series of codes.

The driver laughed again: "You are playing games, too. My son is the same. He likes to play games, but he has recently used mobile phones to play. Every day he plays that kind of hero. He also said that all of them are elementary school students. "

"It's a bit of a pit." Bo Jiu's words and such a gesture completely convinced the driver that she was playing a game.

So next, the driver did not speak anymore.

At this time, a pure black icon appeared on Bo Jiu's screen, which seemed to herald the real beginning of something-Z.