National School Prince Is A Girl

Noon.

Thin sunlight hits down.

There is a lot of noise in the school.

For Bo Jiu, the life of the school is a wave of tests.

A final exam is required after the New Year.

This is the pain in the minds of every high school student.

But this is also an excuse to go to the big god.

Continue to let the gods help her to press the questions.

But now Bo Ji is different from before.

Even when the teenager is in class, the handsome look that will twist when he presses his neck will be sent to the post in the next second.

"Oh, my big spades are so handsome!"

"I still bite the pen, and the problem is very serious."

"Some people say that my big spades will overturn the wall and strongly urge them to go over the wall."

"I suggest that everyone go to the middle to see when he will take pictures when he turns over the wall!"

"I won't challenge. I am a cook. I am going to apply for a job in the dining hall. What do you want to eat? I will give him two plates, and I will have a long body!"

Yes.

I don't know why.

Probably when Bo Jiu guarded He Honghua and stood at the door of a door, he was dug out.

Some of the only aunts, decisively turn the powder.

Of course, those aunts, including ... after the shadow.

"Look, you see, there are pictures of my family's daughter-in-law being put in the post bar. This angle... It's so handsome!" After watching the movie, he took the phone and let the Qin Mo sitting next to him look: "I don't like it." The cat you raised before, I really didn't think that I was so embarrassed at school, the look of bowing was too cute, and my academic performance was definitely good."

Qin Mo put down the bamboo chopsticks, took out a piece of paper to wipe his hand, and smiled a little cold: "Hey? Good grades?" The physical performance of the guy is so bad that his mother may never know.

"Well, it’s sly and handsome and cute." After watching Ang, look at the photo, and then look at the face of his son’s slightly cold face: "My dream is to raise such a son, and I’ve been taking you all the time. In this regard, who knows... oh. But it doesn't matter, now nine is the same, too white."

The Liang secretary next to him listened to this sentence and began to pretend to be busy looking up at the sky.

Qin Mo just wanted to talk, the phone in the trouser pocket rang.

A long-lost WeChat.

"Meng Ge, I am at the end of the period, go to your home for review, can it be convenient?"

Qin Mo looked at the screen, remembered Jiang Zuo, and put the phone back into the trouser pocket.

Since then.

Secretary Liang noticed that their president was somewhat absent-minded.

This absent-mindedness continued until a group meeting after an hour.

He stood behind Qin Mo and watched their president take it again after picking up and dropping the phone for the seventh time.

The slender fingers slid across the screen and returned two words: "convenient."

When Bo Jiu received the Wessian WeChat, he was standing at the door of the school supermarket, holding a lollipop, a hand in his trouser pocket, and one hand was typing, the silver hair was hit, only to see that A slight side face.

"Have you heard that?"

"what?"

"The person in class A was called to the office by Teacher Hao."

"She has been declining in her recent performance, and Teacher Hao told her that it is normal."

"I always feel strange..."

After listening to this sentence, Bo Jiu did not know what he was thinking, put down his mobile phone, turned his head and looked at the girls...