National School Prince Is A Girl

"Yes, that is not just a game for Dimeng League, but you have to be treated." Feng Yi did not give up: "Go to the country first, and then I will talk about things later."

Qin Mo slowly put the buttons on, and slipped them into his trousers pockets, his eyes deep: "Don't go."

The attending physician sighed for a long time: "Is the win or loss really important?"

"It's not a matter of winning or losing." When Qin Mo said this, he had come to the door, and the voice was low and high: "I just don't want to leave any regrets."

Whether it is losing or winning.

The most regrettable thing is not participating.

He said he would lead the Dimeng League to win the national championship, not when the Dimeng League lost, he was not even present.

Whether he can continue to pursue this profession in the future, he cannot leave now.

Feng Yi certainly knew what Qin Mo thought, and he knew that he couldn't persuade this person at all.

But he could not let things go like this.

Looking at the straight back that disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Feng Yi thought about it and thought that the most likely person to live in Qin Mo was Bo Jiu.

He knows better than anyone, who Qin Shen kisses at the masquerade, and understands that for Qin Shen, the teenager is different from any other person.

After coming out of the hospital, Feng Yi dialed the teenager's phone. This was the first time he didn't do what Qin Mo thought.

The night outside was a little bit dark, and his voice changed accordingly, no longer the former Feng Fox: "There is one thing, I need to interview you."

When I received the call, Bo Jiu had just arrived home. He was holding his jacket zipper in his teeth and was preparing to take off his clothes. After hearing Feng Yi's words, he stopped and asked nothing. Qing Xian: "Yes, where can I see?"

What Feng Yi appreciates is the youth's simpleness.

He also knew very well that the teenager's mouth was very strict.

And in some ways, Spade Z and Qin Shen have too many similarities.

The most important thing about a game is who drives the rhythm.

To persuade Qin Shen to treat hand injuries first, there must be a fiery person to lead Dimeng.

Neither Yunhu nor Lin Feng is suitable.

Only Spade Z, never lost, just like that person when he appeared.

The night grew thicker.

He Honghua was still cooking soup. When she saw her family nine, she pulled the zipper of her coat to the top and put on a pure black mask. Her eyes stopped. "Why did you go out as soon as you came back?"

"Something is temporary." Bo Jiu lightly smiled, and his exposed eyes looked good: "Mom, I will stay with you when I come back."

He Honghua was still very coaxed. After listening to the words of her family, he asked: "It's cold outside, and the haze is heavy. You should wear one more mask and wear your clothes. Don't catch a cold."

Jiu's body does not seem to have any problems at ordinary times. Once he has a cold, it will be worse than ordinary people, so He Honghua will be so nervous.

Fortunately, now her economic conditions are getting better again, and with Jiu not going to those messy nightclubs, He Honghua has been relieved a lot.

At the meeting place, Feng Yi about a coffee shop.

The coffee shop is only open until ten o'clock in the evening, but Sheng is quiet, and no one from the media will notice it so that they can talk between them.

After seeing the teenager, Feng Yi didn't turn around and pushed the information in his hand directly ...