National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiu is still manipulating the fingers of the game character, and his face is turned to the side. His eyelashes are very long and squinted. Because of his movements, she hit her face.

The kiss didn't last long.

Fortunately, the teammates around were focused and playing games, and no one saw it.

Actually someone saw it.

Opposite Rao Rong just ended a game, and when he looked up at the time, he ran into this scene.

However, he was not Lin Feng. He only smiled when he saw it, and started the second game with a cigarette in his mouth.

If it is before.

He is really hard to imagine.

Who was in love with Qin Mo, who was standing high above him, all air-smooth?

After all, when he knew him, the other party was still a teenager who only acted according to his own preferences, and indifferently caused many people a headache.

No patience is certain.

For those long-looking and beautiful female anchors, they never had an eyelash.

No matter how enchanting it is, it seems to stand in front of him even if he is naked.

He was also the one with a slight sneer in the corner of his mouth, like a smile.

Now it seems that when I talk about love, I still listen to gentleness.

Rao Rong clicked the mouse and officially entered the next set.

Bo Jiu listened to the keyboard sounds in his ears, and then looked at the thin lips that had been soaked in water, and his heartbeat was unstable.

However, the Great God deserves to be the Great God.

When not speaking, the beauty is like a fairy.

An opening must reveal the prototype: "According to your contrary, the kiss is over, now open your mouth and let me see."

"What do you see?" Bo Jiu said this, or did as he said, looking at the expression of the god, if she was disobedient, she would throw her out through the window.

Qin Mo looked at himself, and when he saw the red in the middle of his throat, a pair of deep eyes narrowed slightly.

really.

"Mo Brother?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows. At first he didn't quite understand what he was looking at.

Until he walked out, he didn't know who asked for a mint candy and stuffed it in her mouth. Lazy tone: "If I say another word, I will unload the game."

Only then did Bo Jiu realize that he was distressed by her voice, and the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed, and he wanted to curl up, but it should not be too obvious.

Otherwise, he will be complacent again, just sitting there once, and moved again, leaned over and kissed Qin Mo's ear: "Mo brother, thank you, the sugar is delicious."

Qin Mo's hand to play the game, forgot to hit the injury, was actually shot dead by the tyrant.

By the time he pulled out of the guy's breath, there was already a line on the screen.

"Is my assassin sleepwalking? Actually shot by a tyrant?"

"An assassin can't even kill the monster, he always feels like kneeling again in this round."

"Okay, my mentality collapsed. How can I fight this?"

I noticed that I was brushing something here. Bo Jiu, who had n’t entered the game, turned his head to look at it, but was raised by Qin Mo, blocking his figure to be approached. Pour a glass of water. "

"Isn't there?" Bo Jiu puzzled and nodded the glass beside his hand.

The national costume shot by the tyrant was the first jungler, unmoved: "It's cold, I want to refresh with a cup of hot tea."

"Okay, I'll go to the grandfather butler." Bo Jiu went out.

Qin Mo, who was resurrected from Quanchi, once again skimmed into the wild area.

This time not only killed the tyrant, but also took away the opposite adc.

Suddenly, the situation in the game changed.

The teammates who lay a win and were a bit ignorant.

Since his family is so powerful, why was he shot dead by the tyrant just now?

Not only the people here, but even the enemies on the opposite side are asking.

Qin Mo only moved his finger and returned two words: "Network card."

Therefore, people who play games are a routine. No matter what happens, there is a ten thousand years of excuse that can be used, that is a network card.

But only Qin Mo knew what was going on in that moment.

How could he be affected by a prey?

Qin Mo sinked his eyes and did not speak.

Next, he did not give someone the opportunity to speak, seeing her to explain, just put a piece of sugar in the past.

Watching the man's eyes shake.

Qin Mo snorted, clearly wanting him to feed her candy by hand.

It's really not easy to get tired with each other like this.

But in the early hours of the morning, the shoulders were still unbearable.

The weather outside is already very cold.

Bo Jiu looked up and said to Yin Wuyao: "There is a room, let everyone go back to sleep?"

"It's here." Yin Wuyao dusted the ashes: "Sitting in front of the computer, I feel that the winning rate will be a little higher, probably everyone thinks so, and me too."

At the end of the day, Yin Wuyao leaned back: "It's pretty good, I'm at ease."

Bo Jiu understood the feeling he said, and smiled with a slight bend in his mouth.

Yin Wuyao spoke again: "Team Captain."

"Huh?" Bo Jiu raised an eyebrow.

Yin Wuyao knew that at this time, he basically fell asleep.

Those who do not sleep can not hear the conversation between the two of them.

"Continue to fight, it's not good, just wear women's clothes, what's the matter? Just change it back."

"I promised to congratulate ... I mean I promised my mother and won't fight anymore." Bo Jiu biased his head: "And now there is Rong Rong, without me, as long as the great god can get better, the Dimeng can still win the championship I have read the remarks on the Internet, but it does not affect me in that respect, but one thing, I do n’t want you to want to win so hard, when people talk about whether I am a man or a woman, this is a serious game for all People are not fair, the most important thing is, I do n’t want any black spots in his God ’s record, Uncle Yin, do you know? That person should stand on the altar, innocent, Clean. "

Instead of looking like this, a small anchor can diss him.

When someone came up, he said that he couldn't even play games because of who.

Treated by people over there as the most dangerous people.

These ones.

He should not experience it.

He should be held in her hand.

Whenever.

After Bo Jiu said this, his eyes looked out of the window again, and his eyes reflected the lights of an entire city.

Nobody knows.

How did success come about.

Maybe no one cares.

This group of people would just lie on the keyboard casually and squint to sleep because of something.

Want to win.

I want to win too much.

Want to prove yourself, prove teammates, prove the team.

And how can she become a stumbling block for everyone at this time.

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