National School Prince Is A Girl

The self-destruct program started successfully.

at the same time.

It is in the staff office of the No. 1 Middle School.

Teacher Yang, who is still on the computer and chatting with people, doesn't know what happened to his laptop.

At the beginning, he didn't use anything to type.

A dialog box was created on the interface, and he walked on things he could not understand.

He wanted to press restart to not work.

It felt like... like who was controlling his computer.

Later, the screen in front of him was blue.

No matter how much he tapped his notebook, he couldn't help but scolded: "What a bad machine."

All the information in the other party's computer was copied to the USB flash drive inserted by Bo Jiu in the notebook.

In the Qin family study, Bo Jiu crossed his hands, trying to unplug the U disk.

An Ying reopened: "In the movies we often act in, important plots will always happen in the study, and it seems not unreasonable."

Bo Jiu fingered.

An Ying looked at the body of the teenager and smiled: "Well, even if you were not playing a game or typing, I will not tell Moer, he is too cold, and he looks at everyone. It ’s a fool. The Qin family are all like this, and they do n’t like the science and technology bully. You made a wrong question. He even raised his eyebrows and said that he did n’t expect that even such a simple question, you would be wrong ... "

"Great God is like this." Bo Jiu quickly pulled the USB flash drive, put his backhand in his palm, and chuckled lightly: "Aunt An also has to trouble keeping secret for me."

Her words just fell.

Aunt Zhang walked in, facing An Yinghou Avenue: "Madam, Miss Wu is here, and she is in the living room now."

"A Zhen? Why did she come here?" An Ying was still strange.

Bo Jiu turned his back on the hand and closed the camouflage.

This is considered a person who does it without knowing it.

But An Ying was also smart, and soon guessed that she was typing in that position.

It seems destined to waste a notebook.

But these are nothing.

That teacher's information was available, and that was her ultimate goal.

The living room.

Qin Mo had hung up the phone and was standing there with one hand in his trousers pocket, looking very indifferent.

The person standing opposite him was none other than Wu Zhen.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows when he saw the face.

The other party may not know her.

But she still remembers the other party.

This is the one who asked her to give up the opportunity to dance at the masquerade.

It's just that Wu Zhen is no longer wearing military uniform, but a police uniform with a badge on his shoulder.

Ordinary people don't wear it this way.

So, at first glance, Bo Jiu guessed the identity of the other party.

Policemen.

The career she has dealt with the most in the last life.

It is also the kind of person she will always avoid at the first time.

Wu Zhen didn't seem to think that there would be other people in Qin's home. It was like he was talking about something. After seeing Bo Jiu, he suddenly stopped, then smiled: "Aunt Ann, is this?"

"Nine, Mo'er's best friend." An Ying's mouth twitched: "Look at your surprised look, our Qin family will not be here anymore?" Wu Zhen admits at this point too quickly: "Really Didn't expect Brother Mo to bring someone to his home. "

"Nine are not the same." An Yinghou said happily, but his posture was very elegant.

Wu Zhen has never seen anyone whom Aunt Ann likes so much.

Even she has not received such an evaluation.

It seems that this one is indeed different.