The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiu paused, raised his eyes, and focused on the man not far away.

He was choosing a racket provided by the court. His slender hands were wrapped in pure black playing gloves. He looked quite professional in a professional badminton uniform. When he lowered his head, his long and thick eyelashes fell down to form a dark shadow, making his whole person look... They all have a casual feel, like a popular star filming a TV series.

If Qin Dashen looks like this on a live broadcast platform, his popularity will probably reach a higher level...

Probably noticing the young man's gaze, Qin Fengran suddenly raised his eyes and looked towards Bo Jiu lightly: "What are you planning again?"

Bo Jiu put the racket back, revealing his handsome tiger fangs, and smiled brightly: "No, I just think Brother Mo is too handsome and I want to take a few more glances."

Xue Yaoyao was very confused when she heard this.

Why does she always feel that Jiudian is discharging electricity towards God Qin?

It was obvious that two men were playing tennis together, but Xue Yaoyao had the illusion of showing off their affection!

But...those two people really match each other...

Xue Yaoyao held the tea cup and glanced at the court with envy.

Bo Jiu met her gaze, smiled softly, walked over with his racket, then pulled out his notebook from his schoolbag, leaned towards her and said: "You log in to the game first and play two games, and there will be an intermission." At that time, I will tell you the problem.”

"Okay." Xue Yaoyao didn't expect that at this time, the young man was still thinking about herself, feeling like he was being taken care of, and his face turned red.

Bo Jiu glanced at the fruit plate on the coffee table, pinched a piece of watermelon and put it in his mouth. He said in a gentle voice, "You can eat whatever you want, don't be restrained."

"Yes." Xue Yaoyao nodded vigorously, looking at the young man's face, her eyes full of admiration.

When Qin Mo, who was standing on the court, saw this scene, he flicked the badminton racket on his left hand a few times and cast a pair of dark eyes.

When Bo Jiu came over again, he saw that the great god's face seemed to be much colder.

Could it be that the show is about to start... so the murderous intent of the great god is also rising?

"Kick-off." Qin Mo only left two words to the receptionist standing by and stood tall and tall in front of the net.

Bo Jiu's eyes also became serious. The boy's knees were half bent, his profile was clean and handsome, his silver hair was tied to his ears, and he paired it with black earrings. A powerful smash!

Qin Mo calmly observed the direction of the ball, then turned sideways, held the racket in a very beautiful posture, aimed at the white ball and hit it neatly!

Snapped!

Bo Jiu's forehead was immediately hit!

Rubbing it with his side hand, the pain in his face was a little pitiful: "Brother Mo, did you do it on purpose? Hit me in the face?"

Did he really invite her to play badminton? Instead of taking the opportunity to retaliate against her?

Qin Mo looked at the young man like that and his eyes darkened: "Since you are here to play ball, just focus on playing and don't always think about flirting with girls."

"Since when have I always thought about flirting with girls?" Bo Jiu muttered, feeling a little bit wronged.

Qin Mo's eyes glanced at the young man's hairy head hanging down. In the end, he still couldn't overcome the guilt surging in his heart. He turned his head and glanced at the receptionist, and said in a not very pleasant voice: "Go get the ice cubes. "

"Ah? Yes!" The receptionists have not yet realized what Mr. Qin wants ice cubes for.

I saw him taking out a towel, wrapping ice cubes, and put it on the young man's forehead...