National School Prince Is A Girl

The smile of Bo Jiu's mouth is even stronger: "It really looks the same."

"What kind of thing?" The villain didn't understand.

Bo Jiu took a sip of water and leaned against him lazily: "My boyfriend was like you when he was a kid, with a small face paralyzed and cute."

The villain moved his body and carried the schoolbag: "I am a girl."

"Huh?" Bo Jiu lowered his eyes and scanned the villain's short hair: "I didn't see it."

The villain also noticed her sight and touched her head: "It's cut like this and you can do things alternately."

"You still have an elder brother?" Bo Jiu raised an eyebrow.

The villain gave a "huh" sound.

Bo Jiu likes children, probably under the influence of the great god as a child, the more I look at it, the more interesting it is: "What is your name, how old is it?"

"Mobei, 13 and a half years old." When the villain answered the question, it was all that expression.

Bo Jiuyu was addicted, tapping her finger on her face, her voice lazy: "Dimeng does not recruit child labor."

Sure enough, the villain's eyebrows were twisted: "Isn't it good to be a trainee first?"

"Practice students." Bo Jiu couldn't help himself, so he reached out and rubbed the villain's head.

Before she could move, there was a cold voice behind her: "Did you buy water yet?"

Bo Jiu stopped his hand and looked away, facing the handsome face that was enough to make all newcomers willing to be commanded: "It's almost time, I met a very interesting kid."

Qin Mo looked over with her hand, and saw a "little boy" with his head raised, waiting to be touched by someone, and that face didn't look expressionless.

But others ca n’t see it. As a profiler in his heart, he can clearly see that the "little boy" is not in a calm mood now. This can be seen from the mineral water bottle he is holding. It won't be tight, even the eyes are deep, what is obviously expected.

Bo Xiaojiu, from a young age to a big one, has little resistance to long-looking children.

Qin Mo reached out and dragged someone over, his voice was still weak: "Don't touch people, like a strange aunt."

Blame ... Auntie?Bo Jiu was hit by this adjective. She is so handsome, why is she like to blame her aunt?

"Okay, go back after the water is bought." Qin Mo led the man and took off his long legs.

Bo Jiu turned back, not forgetting to smile, full of evil energy: "We will see you in a moment."

Qin Mo noticed the red-axis keyboard on the back of the "little boy" and also guessed that it was the player who came to participate in the default game.

So I didn't say much.

But Bo Jiu's voice is still there: "The child's face is so good."

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows lightly and looked back behind him.

I saw that the "little boy" was extending his hand, poking his face, apparently nostalgic.

This deepened the eyes of Qin Dashen: "How big?"

"Huh?" Bo Jiu raised an eyebrow.

"How old is he?" Qin Mo asked casually.

Bo Jiu's thin lips said: "Thirteen and a half years old, so small, that even the new age line of the Dimeng League has not passed, it can be recruited internally, and it looks good."

Qin Mo didn't speak anymore, but only glanced in the direction of the "little boy", with a slight warning.

Xiao Mobei stood there with his schoolbag behind him. After receiving Qin Shen ’s gaze, his cold face was still the one that was supposed to be touched by the idol. Now he has n’t been touched. It ’s a pity ...