The national school idol is a girl

Coco was still doing a live broadcast when she received the call. After hearing the news, she immediately closed the channel.

"What did you say? Lin Feng... wants to sing?!" He bit the rabbit's ear and said, "I don't want to participate, I refuse, I strongly refuse."

"Rejection is invalid. It's a group activity. We are at zero o'clock near the club. You and Feng Shang come together." Although Bo Jiu said this, after closing the line, he still had some doubts and looked at Lin Feng: "You sang to the end. How ugly can it be to make Coco reject you so much?"

Lin Feng clasped his arms and said, "Let me tell you, this matter is very difficult to explain in words. You will soon see how powerful I am."

Bo Jiu: ...Is it now a kind of pride to sing poorly?

After arriving at KTV, Bo Jiu discovered that the problem was not that the singing was unpleasant!

But every line that Lin Feng sang was not in the key. It was supposed to be in a falling key, but somehow it went up. It was even difficult for Coco to find the key again.

Bo Jiu finally saw what it meant to have a sound that was perfect. For people who listened to the music, it was simply a kind of devastation.

How can I show such a level of performance to the fans?

Bo Jiu reached out and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and stopped playing the guitar.

"That does not work."

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows: "Why do I think it sounds pretty good? Look at what I just sang, one of them is finally in tune."

"There are so many in total, but you only have one word in tune." Bo Jiu brought the guitar over and smiled: "How did you do it?"

Lin Feng stopped talking. He always felt that if he said one more word, Xiao Spade's guitar would hit him.

Coco put down the earplugs and jumped over with the rabbit in her arms. She was elated and said, "What do I mean, little spade, I can't let this guy sing. The mountain road has eighteen bends."

Bo Jiu looked at these people: "How is your body coordination?"

"Black belt in Taekwondo." Lin Feng is best at leg kung fu.

Bo Jiu looked him up and down: "Since you can't sing, then dance. After dancing, you can still lip-sync."

Lin Feng: ...What the hell.

"What songs do young people like nowadays?" Bo Jiu was skating back and forth at the ktv place where songs were requested.

Coco and Feng Shang looked at each other: "You are the youngest here."

Bo Jiu paused for a moment, then smiled: "It seems so."

Most of the fans of Dimeng are similar to her.

There are many students.

Don't be so unhappy when you're leaving.

Bo Jiu swiped open the popular song list, listened to the top three songs, and finally settled on the one in the middle: "This one."

Coco, Lin Feng, and even Feng Shang paused at that moment, their expressions a bit indescribable: "This, this song?"

"Yes, this is it." Bo Jiuyi made the final decision.

The other three people seemed to be in despair.

This time, it’s thanks to Weiyan.

When Bo Jiu returned to the Qin family, it was still peaceful.

But it’s just peace.

When Bo Jiu walked into the house.

Aunt Zhang, who came out with tea, tapped her chin behind her and said in a low voice, "The young master is in the study."

In this situation, Bo Jiu could only change his direction and walked directly towards the study.

In the study room.

Qin Mo's call was nearing the end of the line.

The magician over there insisted on asking for an answer: "Boss, who is this young master of the Fu family? He can save the whole ship by himself, and he also knows how to use the surrounding environment to minimize the explosive force. Who is he?" ? Do you really like him? Or do you like that person’s ability and want to attract him? "

I could vaguely hear someone saying: "Are you out of your mind? The boss's attitude is obviously that he likes people."

"I didn't expect that the boss was crooked. If I had known that the boss was crooked, I would have paid more attention when taking a shower in the army. No, no, if I had known that the boss was crooked, I would have been the first to get closer to the water. Anyway, The boss is so handsome, no matter how you think about it, it’s not a loss.”

Qin Mo allowed the people over there to make trouble, and finally spoke in a calm voice: "Are you done?"

Four words.

It makes people feel solemn and quiet.

"You just need to remember to protect her family, and don't say anything else to anyone else. Even if Huang Guohua comes to ask, there are some things I need to check again. Okay, hang up the phone, someone is coming in."

Someone is indeed coming.

The person who came was Bo Jiu. After all, he was a little guilty, but even if he was guilty, he still acted in a lazy manner: "Brother Mo, tea."

That way, no matter how you look at it, you will behave well.

Qin Mo's eyes flashed across the young man's face. He put his phone on the table and leaned back. His left hand was still wrapped in a bandage. He was full of abstinence and said, "Since when do you have to rely on one to get over the wall?" Is the cat here to divert attention?”

The master's poisonous tongue is so artistic, how can she accept it?

"What are you and Lin Feng doing?" Qin Mo tapped the screen with his fingers, probably seeing the information on it.

Bo Jiu sat down, her eyes a little dark, and she still looked like a noble lady, even though her sitting posture was not very standard: "I want to have a farewell party."

After hearing those three words, Qin Mo almost guessed the cause and effect. After a while, he said, "What day?"

Bo Jiu: "Tomorrow."

Qin Mo hummed.

Bo Jiu originally thought that this matter would just go away.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Qin Mo spoke again: "Next time I want to go out, take the main entrance and be seen by the grandfathers in the compound when climbing over the wall. It's not good after all. What do you think?"

Bo Jiu paused and became depressed again. He had promised not to tell Brother Mo, but he didn't expect that people would be very keen on gossip no matter how old they were.

"Come here." Qin Mo looked at the young man's expression and curled his lips.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, put his hands on the table and leaned over.

Qin Mo moved slightly, stretched out his hand, and held the back of the boy's head.

It was a sweet kiss.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The lights, the stars, and the reflections from the windows fall in the study, making everything look unparalleled and comfortable.

It seemed like I couldn't hear anything else except my heartbeat.

Even Aunt Zhang, who was observing secretly, never came in again.

The night is getting darker.

Even though both of them are at Qin's house.

But I did live in two rooms.

Since Bo Jiu moved in, Qin Mo seemed to have an extra job, telling someone a story before going to bed.

Qin Mo always thought that only children would like this kind of thing.

Obviously, the person sleeping in the bed has not matured much in his heart.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand to push the young man's silver hair away from his forehead, and his eyes darkened.

Then, he walked out of the room and went outside the compound.

Soon, a military vehicle drove over from the other side.

Just listen to a swish sound.

A man came down from it.

The man had glasses on his face, and although he was wearing a white coat, there was no way he could associate the word doctor with such an evil-looking man.

"Boss, the point you asked me to come to is really curious. People who don't know about it might think that we have some ulterior secret."

Qin Mo glanced at him, held his belt with one hand, and said, "If you want me to get on the bus, leave a seat."

The psychiatrist looked him up and down, but in the end he couldn't see anything from his handsome face. He sat back and took out the pen and a pile of recording materials spread out on his lap.

"today we……"

Just when he was about to speak.

Qin Mo interrupted him: "Yes, it's very important, so I won't tell you anything about her, and you don't have to think of ways to make me sleep. After all, this is a bit difficult for you."

The psychiatrist gritted his teeth and put away his pen. To be honest, he really wanted to resign and go coach the new recruits in the army to work harder. Why did he come to the young master to find fault?

"Then what do you want to tell me?" The doctor in mind had already given up.

But it’s not like giving up completely.

After all, no matter what words are spoken, they can reflect a person's psychological state.

However, the answer he got was definitely rejection.

Over the years, the boss's reaction has been basically the same every time.

Qin Mo's slender legs were slightly draped, and he was obviously used to this. The other party would sometimes come to do psychological investigations on him from time to time.

"I do have one thing, and I'd like to hear your analysis."

The psychiatrist was originally planning to write the word "nothing", but after hearing Qin Mo's words, he straightened up and almost dropped the pen in his hand.

Qin Mo glanced at him and reminded in a low voice: "Be professional and don't let me see your shock."

The psychiatrist tried very hard to control his micro-expression, but his voice still sounded a little excited: "What's going on?"

“Thoughts About Students.”

The psychiatrist didn't expect such an answer after guessing for a long time. Are you kidding him? This is not what he wants to hear!

"If a student still likes to listen to bedtime stories, why?" Qin Mo's profile did not change at all.

The psychiatrist spread his hands: "Isn't this easy to analyze? They are obsessed with childhood and lack a sense of security. Such people are a bit complicated. They either don't really know anything, or they know everything, but they have a piece of pure land that they want to keep in their hearts. , and it is very likely that his pure land is her childhood.”

"Does that mean the words childhood sweetheart are very important to her?"

"Of course." The psychiatrist thought that this inference was simple.

Qin Mo didn't speak anymore, but just looked out the window. His deep eyes seemed to have deepened a little more, and his forehead hair fell down, blocking his expression.

Obviously I have already done this analysis.

But when this kind of analysis was made by others, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled open his collar, and just sat on the car seat. His posture was a little more unruly than usual, but all the smiles were hidden from the corners of his mouth. meaning.

That's why she kept thinking about leaving.

When I went abroad this time, I thought I would never come back again...

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