The national school idol is a girl

On the screen, there is a picture of the great god when he was a boy.

The fight in dance road back then.

She didn't look carefully at the great god's appearance, so what she remembered was the young man's proud and independent figure, and the beautiful curve of his chin in the broken light when he grabbed her wrist.

Now there is a master from so many years ago letting her watch.

Bo Jiu's attention was not on Xiao Ran's cold, handsome face that exuded a fairy spirit. Instead, he heard his words: "Because there was a guy when she was young. She liked to play games."

"Does that mean you came to play games because of that person?"

"yes."

When he said the last word, the man looked at the camera. He looked like a boy, with clean thin lips, a high nose, and dark eyes that seemed to have light.

Bo Jiu's throat moved.

When he was a child, he didn't play games that often and spent most of his time with her.

When she walked over with the small keyboard, she showed him the very simple initial code she had written, a small game that could be operated by pressing the up and down keys, and she was filled with joy.

Later, he wiped her hands and told her that he could play games with her, but she couldn't go out to play with others. He would get dirty when she turned around and rub against him again, which he disliked.

This was quite easy to achieve, so in the afternoon, she plugged in the small keyboard, made a game target, and the two of them played King of Fighters together.

She still remembers him asking: "Like it?"

"Yeah." She looked at his proud, white and beautiful little face and blurted out her liking.

I didn’t expect that the master would think that she likes games.

Bo Jiu pressed his finger on the mouse and froze on that interview. He stepped back a little and listened to the two lines of dialogue again.

After listening to it three or four times, the corners of my mouth curled up.

Let’s take a look at the messages fans left for her.

Bo Jiu endured it for a long time before he could say the words: "I am the guy who loves to play games and the great gods never forget him."

"What are you doing?" A voice came slowly to my ears. It was noble and a little lazy, a little slow and heavy, but enough to make people's scalp numb.

Bo Jiu pressed down the typed words, closed Weiyan, raised his eyes and smiled: "Wander online."

Following Bo Jiu's movements, the loose collar slid down further, revealing the skin underneath, which was porcelain white and smooth, with a moderate depth at the collarbone. It was beautiful to the eye, like curdled milk.

Qin Mo seemed to have just taken a shower. His hair had not been wiped yet. His black hair was wet and hanging down. After seeing this scene, his eyes deepened a little: "Come here."

"Huh?" The boy didn't move, still holding the mouse in his hand.

Qin Mo walked over and stretched out his hand to pull up the person's clothes: "Pay attention to your image, Mrs. Qin."

Hear these three words again.

Bo Jiu's face was a little hot and he changed the subject: "What did Aunt Zhang do?"

"Xiaolongbao, made with beans and meat." Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "What? Don't like it?"

Bo Jiu stretched out his hand and hugged the person: "I like it."

Qin Mo paused with his fingers, his eyes a little pale, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Two people came up from downstairs.

Steaming hot steamed dumplings fresh from the oven.

It's said to be Xiao Long Bao, but steaming it at home is countless times more delicious than eating it outside.

The surface is soft yet chewy, and the filling leaves a fragrant aroma in your mouth as soon as you bite into it.

I thought one cage was enough for the two people.

But in the end, when Aunt Zhang saw the boy holding the last meat bun in his mouth, he raised his head and asked her if there was any more.

Only then did Aunt Zhang realize that the amount she had cooked for this breakfast was a little too small.

"I'm going to steam another steamer now." Aunt Zhang said.

Qin Mo said, "No, by then she will be full and her stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Bo Jiu was still greedy, lying there, looking sluggish.

Qin Mo always felt that this scene looked familiar, but there was no trace of where he had seen it.

But the person in front of him seemed to have become much smaller, and he was still muttering: "Momo, can you just let me eat another meat bun, and I will eat another one."

"You've said this five times." That was his voice.

"Ah, they gave me all five, not missing the sixth one, 6666. This number is auspicious, auspicious!"

The little guy always has a point.

He didn't speak. He pressed his fingers on the man's bulging belly and said only two words: "Shut up."

Such a picture is blurry and ethereal, as if it doesn't exist.

Qin Mo's eyes flashed for a moment, and when he looked back, it was the young man's fingers tugging at his sleeves, with worry in his eyes: "Does my hand hurt again?"

Compared to someone else, he didn't pay much attention to his hands.

"It doesn't hurt." Qin Mo put down his chopsticks, freed up his other hand to press her hand down, and then held it in his hand.

They had to hold hands while eating. Aunt Zhang really didn’t know what to say. She tried not to disturb the two people. She put down the things with a smile, then walked to the kitchen and sent a voice message to An Yinghou: "Madam, you Don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with the young master, and he’s fine with Ninth Master.”

After An Yinghou saw this WeChat message, she felt a little relieved. She was worried about Mo'er's psychological problems.

I heard that the paddle market has just calmed down, but the overall situation is still not good.

Even if her husband didn't say anything, Queen An was vaguely aware of the problem. Otherwise, the man wouldn't have not appeared for so many days and sent someone to protect her.

An Yinghou herself is fine, mainly because of her son.

What she was worried about was that the case that year was not over yet...

Time passes slowly.

Especially for universities.

Since that live broadcast in the square.

The police focused on a certain university.

Some people are complaining, and some people are afraid, always feeling that something will happen.

In the cafeteria, many people were talking about this matter.

"Hey? Fanjia, why don't you look scared at all?" someone asked the classmate next to him.

The man named Fanjia smiled and said: "What is there to be afraid of? There is no student from University A who is not excellent in character and learning. The police are probably anxious to solve the case, so they listened to the comments on the Internet. Besides, this matter has nothing to do with us." It doesn't matter."

After listening to her words, someone frowned: "I don't think it's completely irrelevant. Don't you even watch the news? What a bad thing that person did, not only inciting others to commit suicide, but also instigating others to infringe, and finally just Isn't it a terrible thing to kill the original? The most important thing to do now is to cooperate with the police. To be honest, whether it is our A-level people who are committing the crime or not, I hope to catch the murderer as soon as possible. I always feel this The murderer has no humanity.”

When the girl said this, she didn't notice Fan Jia beside her at all. When she lowered her head, the poisonous light flashed in her eyes...

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