National School Prince Is A Girl

Not only are these things not there.

According to the information from previous investigations, more things are different from the previous one.

For example, people who never like to play online games suddenly become the first killer in the c-zone. Such hand speeds and skills can not be practiced in a day or two.

Another example is the academic performance of this person.

It used to be horrible. It is not like this. In addition to physical weakness, other aspects are surprisingly good, especially in English.

Also, today, in addition to English, this person speaks the local language of Tokyo.

And such a beautiful skill is completely different from before.

Even the difference between someone’s attitude towards him is great.

Although he is not familiar with the people next to him, but Jiang Zuo is reminded by the side, he also knows that someone used to be crazy about him, and tried every means to paste it.

And not only for him, but also for others.

I like to go to the nightclub to treat guests. Even if I spend money like this, I am not very accepted by my classmates because of my personality.

Because the former Master Fu Jia did not find a place that people liked.

Even in the attitude towards He Honghua, it is different expressions.

There was a commercial gathering.

Far away, I can see how many people in Fu’s family are in front of them. When they say something unpleasant, they all dislike the saffron, so that He Honghua can’t even lift his head on the spot.

This person is now.

When treating the safflower, the gentleness does not look like it.

Soul... interchangeable?

The Qin desert swelled and sank, and said to the other side: "I know, this time I owe you a human condition, about today, confidentiality."

"You're welcome, you have to invest more money on my research topics." Xiao Jing's tone has not changed a bit.

Of course, Xiaojia Gongzi will not really lack money.

Qin Mo has a voice, no words in this regard.

Xiao Jing has another remark: "The Asian Athletics Tournament is necessary for the League to play, how is your hand?"

"Still in the rule." Qin Mo said here, suddenly received a voice, because when he was carrying, he clearly felt that there were other people behind him.

Qin Mo’s finger, said: “I have something to do here, first hang up.”

After that, Qin Mo still stood there, and did not return, but opened his mouth: "Hide in that sneaky, what to do?"

Was it discovered?

She just came in.

When the gods are smart, they are really troublesome.

Thin nine laughed and simply stood up and simply shifted the topic: "The sauce is too little, not enough."

In the Qin desert, there were some unknown things, and then he walked toward the teenager.

Because the expression of Qin Mo did not change at all.

Therefore, Bo Jiu always felt that the eyes of the gods were placed on her, and slightly felt that the scalp was numb.

However, now thin nine does not know why.

The kind of indifference that can't be said.

But there are more things than indifference.

Thin nine tried to figure out where something went wrong.

In the end, I didn't think of it.

Qin Mo single-handedly trouser pockets, and picked up the phone at hand, looking down at the teenager and laughing, still bright eyes like a stream.

No wonder that when he heard that he called her Fu Xiaojiu, his mood changed.

Was it true that the person living in this body is a surname?

Z.

This time.

I am dark, you are clear...