The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiu had no way to change this kind of thing.

That's the way she is.

For a long time, she seemed unable to remember the Great God.

At that time, she almost went astray.

She didn't understand until she lost someone very important.

In this world, there are too many people who can't tell right from wrong. They can't stand one person who seriously pursues accountability, but allows the criminal to commit crimes again and again.

They feel it doesn't matter who they hurt, because it's not them who is hurt.

They also don't understand the torture of being disgusted but not being upset, and they don't even understand what it means to be trampled after being hurt.

When a person does something wrong, no matter how big the matter is, as long as he shows weakness, he will immediately be comforted.

But that shouldn't be the case.

Who is the real weakling?

They are people who have suffered persecution beyond words.

Many people can't afford it, but they do it anyway because they want fairness.

How many accomplices have trampled on this fairness, making it impossible for it to raise its head.

Even though the law is there, it has not become the strongest weapon.

So, she chose to reveal something in this way.

She wanted to at least have the courage to say no when a girl is bullied.

That way, the person who likes to lie on her back won't leave as soon as she leaves.

At the very least, she thought, after a mother defended her daughter's rights, she could get the compensation she deserved, instead of going through thousands of sailings and only getting bad intentions.

The real culprit of the crime is getting away with nothing.

If Bo Jiu had had the idea of ​​changing before.

Now, she will not give up this method for anyone, even if it is that person, she wants it very much...

Neither of them spoke anymore.

The atmosphere at the table was not very good either.

No matter how beautiful the roses bloomed, it did not ease the relationship between the two people.

Even in the castle, there is some quietness.

The old butler was standing next to him, wearing white gloves on his hands, wiping a transparent goblet, his eyes half-downcast.

Then, he walked over with a bottle of red wine in his hands and said in an old but natural voice: "Master Qin is very interested in your childhood. Maybe you can have a chat, Master."

Qin Mo frowned and said nothing.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes: "What happened when you were a child?"

"Yes." The old butler spoke in federal dialect: "Young Master Qin has been looking at the photo on the bookshelf for a long time. You can tell Young Master Qin about you and Louis."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu coughed twice, and then said, "It's nothing."

"Young master, are you shy?" The old butler pushed up his glasses and observed the young master of the Qin family who looked calm on the surface, but his hand that picked up the wine glass was stagnant, and continued: "Then I'll get what you wrote originally. Diary is more convenient than what you are talking about now."

Bo Jiu:......

What happened to Grandpa Butler?

She always seems to mention her childhood.

However, if the master really sees the diary.

Will he remember anything?

The old housekeeper was also a man of action. After a while, he took over a book with a sense of time and handed it to Qin Mo: "Young Master Qin should really want to know about our young master, what kind of character she has, and what kind of childhood she had. The experience is basically all here, you can take a look.”

This is in line with what the old housekeeper said before. Qin Mo can let him know everything he wants to know...