The national school idol is a girl

The next day, Bojiu yawned and went to school. She spent the whole night assembling laptops, and her shoulders were almost useless. This time she did not skateboard, but took the bus, which was two stops away. I saw many girls wearing the same school uniform taking pictures of her.

Bo Jiu held a lollipop in his mouth and smiled at them. When someone came over, he held the girl's hand like a gentleman.

When they got off the bus, all the girls' faces turned red and they followed Bo Jiu excitedly. It wasn't until the boy entered the classroom that they sighed with regret.

However, things were not so pleasant in the classroom.

As soon as Bo Jiu stepped in, he saw the mess all over the ground.

Xue Yaoyao is squatting on the ground, her long hair hanging down, covering her face, but it is not difficult to see how depressed she is now, even when her fingers touch the textbook, they tighten slightly.

"Damn fat man, you know how to be so ugly. Stay away from me!" The boy said, kicking the book out of Xue Yaoyao's hand: "Still picking it up here? I tell you, I have already tolerated your fatness. You've endured it long enough. If you still want to stay in the class, just tell the head teacher and ask him to adjust the table for you. You're poor and ugly, and it's an insult to my eyes!"

Xue Yaoyao's fingers tightened again, so hard that they almost sunk into her palm.

Bo Jiu knew that she was holding back because she couldn't cry. Once she cried, it would be a complete defeat.

A group of people were watching the show, especially some girls who covered their smiling lips, and their critical eyes swept over Xue Yaoyao's body one after another.

"You said she is the same. She should not come back after being expelled. Although she was wronged last time about the thief, it is true that her family is poor. Also, the weather is cold, and she never changes her clothes. The school uniform is too old. She only has one set, and she doesn’t even wash it, and her hair smells like vegetables. Doesn’t she even take a shower?”

"Eh... stop talking, it's so disgusting!"

Ridicule is always more uncomfortable than fists. Xue Yaoyao's head dropped lower, almost buried in the ground.

The boy standing next to her wanted to move his foot again, but someone lifted his leg and kicked him aside!

There was a bang!

Before the boy had time to cry out in pain, Bo Jiu reached out and pulled Xue Yaoyao into his arms. His left hand clasped the back of Xue Yaoyao's head and pressed it into his chest. His right hand directly grabbed his school uniform, smiling. There was an evil and sycophantic tone in his words: "A man who beats a woman is worse than a loser. You either shut up now, or follow me to the back playground and see whose fist is harder!"

Bo Jiu's kick just now made him unable to stand. Coupled with the way this person looked at him, the boy felt like his whole body was getting hairy, and Nuonuo took a step back.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, loosened his collar with his fingers, turned sideways and hooked up his black schoolbag, with his school uniform half open, and said in a light voice: "You don't want to be next to Xue Yaoyao, do you?"

The boy looked pale and opened his mouth: "Who would like... to be next to a girl like this!" He no longer dared to call him fat pig, because he was afraid that Bo Jiu would come over and kick him to death.

Why hadn't he noticed before that this curvy man fought so hard?

"I'll switch with you." Bo Jiu first asked Xue Yaoyao to sit down, then threw his schoolbag next to her handsomely, and raised his chin at the boy: "You go to my place."

Thank you to all Qizai, I love you all.