The national school idol is a girl

At this time, in the hidden troops on the border, the hunter had no idea that he would not only be punished, but also be watched by the boss.

Isn't Boss very busy?

Why do you have time to keep an eye on him?

The hunter's scalp was numb. He wanted to gossip with the people in the group, but found that all those people were gloating about his misfortune.

He was the only one who had to run more than ten laps with a heavy load.

I always felt that the boss looked at him with a particularly cold look today.

Could it be because he interrupted something just now?

No way?

As if a hunter suddenly enlightened, he looked at the man standing on the runway, wearing a straight military uniform, as if he were looking at a ghost.

As soon as I looked over, I was frozen by that gaze.

His neck shrank back.

Mom, the boss's aura is still so strong.

So how could the boss like to be suppressed?

But if it wasn't because he liked him, why would Boss abuse him so cruelly?

"No energy?" Qin Mo looked at the people running in circles and said in a calm voice: "If you have no energy, just run two more laps."

"Report, yes!" The hunter was about to cry. Their young master was still such a devil. He shouldn't have gone in at that time.

Those treacherous villains will make him the leader!

As the hunter ran, he glanced at those watching the show.

Don't think that by hiding it, he won't know that these people are there!

Qin Mo glanced at the training ground again, reached out to hook up his military uniform jacket, and then walked towards the west side.

The hunter couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "I'm finally gone."

As soon as Qin Mo left, several people over there gathered around him.

The first one to speak was Langya: "What did you see just now? Let the boss treat you like this."

It's really direct and straightforward.

The hunter wanted to stop.

The magician reminded him: "You still have two laps. Remember, the last time someone stopped when he was 100 meters away, how long did Boss let him run?"

When the hunter heard this, he gritted his teeth and could only continue running.

"Hey, hey, don't just run around, talk instead."

Those few people walked with him.

The hunter didn't stop, he just chuckled twice: "Don't tell me."

The magician made a condition: "A carton of cigarettes."

"You can't be subdued by force, you can't be lascivious by wealth, this is the foundation of a soldier." The hunter gasped when he spoke.

The magician spoke again: "I will wash your stinky socks for you for three days."

This time the hunter turned his head: "One week."

"Five days!" The magician gritted his teeth: "No more."

The hunter chuckled twice more: "One week, not even one day less is enough."

"Fuck, tell me, if you don't tell me you're ugly, I'll kill you right away!" The magician said angrily from the side.

The hunter first looked up at the starry sky, then looked at his belt.

"Fuck you, are these two things related to each other?" The magician wanted to punch someone.

The hunter is still running: "I asked you to read more books, but you don't listen. You don't understand such an obvious meaning. It's a dark and windy night, and the belts come in pairs. What do you mean? Sleep!"

"What do you mean by sleep? Please explain clearly." The magician felt a little confused.

Langya and the others also felt that this hunter was very poor at Chinese.

The hunter looked at death as though he were dead: "Do you have to ask me to repeat what I saw?"

"Nonsense! Otherwise, who would wash your stinky socks?"

Hunter: "First of all, after you hear this, don't spread it outside. If it gets out, the boss will definitely know that it was me who said it, and then I will be dead!"

"Okay, tell me quickly." Don't spread gossip to others. Haha, you are too stupid and naive. If you don't spread it, is it still called gossip?

The hunter finally finished his run, cleared his throat and said, "When I went in, I saw the recruit on the 10th pressing down on the boss and saying to the boss, cough, say..."

"Really, man! What on earth are you talking about? You should be more responsive!"

The hunter closed his eyes and said harshly: "He said, I am thinking about how to sleep with you, will you let me sleep?"

But all of a sudden, the training ground was completely silent.

Even Lang Ya was stunned.

Not to mention the magician who usually has expressive facial expressions. He felt that he was hearing hallucinations and stammered: "You, you mean, then, that recruit said this to the Boss?"

"Otherwise?" The hunter said with tears in his heart, "The boss will punish me like this?!"

The magician was shocked again, shook his head and murmured: "It's terrible, it's terrible."

The hunter gasped and agreed: "The most terrifying thing is that the boss didn't push him away or tell him to get out, and even said that he was qualified for internal affairs."

"Is it possible that the Boss cherishes talents?" was the only possibility that the magician could think of.

The hunter glanced at him: "You cherish yourself enough to sacrifice yourself and betray your lust? Boss, are you that kind of person?"

No, the boss is the kind of person who can cool you down if you look at him even more, let alone if you want to sleep with him, one shot will send you to the west.

Magicians have too many mental activities.

The people next to him were all lost in thought.

Only Langya spoke at this time: "You mean, Boss is voluntary."

Voluntarily suppressed?

Everyone's eyes widened.

Damn, that’s even scarier!

Gossip spreads at an astonishing speed.

At this time, as the protagonist of gossip.

Bo Jiu was still lying on the bed, a little frustrated when he saw that the master had taken a long time to make up for it.

There's no need to hide from her like this.

Qin Mo did not go back, but went to the supply department of the army.

The so-called supply department is like a small supermarket in school.

It’s just that things here are relatively simple.

Mainly cigarettes.

You have to smoke in the army, right?

The person over there was just about to take out the cigarettes.

Then Qin Mo said: "No smoking this time."

Don't want to smoke? The soldier was confused. What do you want if you don't want cigarettes?

"That's all there is?" Qin Mo pointed at the items placed in a row on the shelf, probably because not many people picked up special items that were inconspicuous.

That's...a lollipop, the most ordinary kind.

New recruits training in the army sometimes need to supplement sugar, but that is also a time of intense training.

"Report, that's all."

Qin Mo put away a few lollipops and ran his fingertips across his wallet: "I want them all, how much do they cost?"

Adults spend money to buy candy?

The soldier was shocked again, opened his mouth and said: "One fire coin, six fire coins."

Qin Mo smoked a ten-flame candy. It was impossible for such a cheap candy to have chocolate flavor, but if someone dared to be picky, she would not even be able to eat this candy.

The supply department is not a supply department in the ordinary sense. Many times, what you buy will reflect your heart.

So the person codenamed Doctor would sometimes stay in the Supply Department when he wanted to know whether everyone was mentally healthy or not.

It can be said that he is completely shocked now!

Boss, that big devil, come to buy candy? !

Are you kidding him?

What the hell is going on!

The doctor didn't even think about pretending, and rushed out from there. First, he didn't look like he had too many flaws. After Qin Mo settled the bill, he pretended to be calm and said: "Boss, you must buy candy." Not for myself."

Generally speaking, at this time, there will be a strong denial.

His boss glanced at him and put his hands into his belt with a mocking expression: "Nonsense."

doctor:……

Damn it, if you talk like this, how can he continue to talk!

Who are you buying this candy for?

Qin Mo put away his things and walked over with long legs, as if there was no one else around, and his profile remained noble and handsome.

The doctor spoke again: "Boss, I think your mentality is extremely abnormal right now. You should sit down and let's have a good chat." This is too unusual. What happened?

"Chat?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and said in a clear voice: "If I haven't chatted with you, eat more candy when you have time to cure your poisonous tongue."

Doctor: ...I was told a venomous tongue by a big devil who can poke people's hearts whenever he opens his mouth. Boss, you really haven't considered my feelings!

Going crazy.

Should I report this unusual thing to an adult?

But judging from the young master's mood, it was quite normal, except that he sneered a little more than usual.

The doctor held his record document, his eyes widened, and he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Qin Mo himself was very casual.

In the bedroom on the second floor, after Bo Jiu finished sending the message, she felt a little tired. This was different from when she was in the dormitory.

This is where the great god sleeps. The smell is the same as when he was a child, so it can easily calm his nerves.

In a daze, I felt a little sleepy, and felt that the best time was at night. How could I spend it like this?

Therefore, the whole person seemed to be in a state of sleep. She was not wearing her military cap, and her military uniform jacket was placed on a chair beside her. Except for her face, everything was very white, which set off the coal color of her face very well. .

He is handsome, but very dark.

This was what Qin Mo saw when he came in.

Someone had occupied his bed, and his sleeping position was not that honest. He raised his head and saw him coming in, and seemed to have a bad smile.

"Come down." Qin Mo spoke to the person on the bed while unbuttoning his sleeves.

Bo Jiu sat up, crossed his long legs, and yawned lazily: "You didn't mean to let me sleep here with you."

"I sleep here, not on the bed." Qin Mo walked over slowly.

Bo Jiu squinted his eyes, his posture was very cool: "Then where should I sleep?"

"On the ground." After Qin Mo finished speaking, he sat down there.

Bo Jiu is awake now, sleeping on the floor? Then how can she take advantage?

"Brother Mo, won't your conscience hurt if you let a weak girl sleep on the floor?" Bo Jiu smiled lightly and spoke, with no intention of going down.

Qin Mo's extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes glanced over: "Weak girl? Where is she?"

Bo Jiu stretched out his hand and pointed at himself.

Qin Mo directly wrapped the man's hand, and smiled with a unique warning: "If you give yourself a white lotus image casually, you still have to look like it. Your face is not black at all." What do you mean, weak girl, do you want to go down by yourself, or do you want me to throw you downstairs through the window, eh?"

"Report, I completely respect the captain's opinion." Bo Jiu said as he stood up carelessly.

Qin Mo frowned, thinking that if this guy dared to fall, he would kick her out of the army.

Bo Jiu was not stupid, so how could he be so confused that he fell down? He got a quilt, spread it on the floor, and found a pillow.

It's just, it's such a pity.

She had spent so much time thinking about the scene of eating the master's tofu, but there was not a single one.

The night became very quiet.

Especially after all training for the troops was terminated.

In a place like the border, there are eight hundred miles of no-man's land. At night, there are only scattered stars and the faint chirping of insects.

Both men took off their coats.

When Qin Mo took off his coat, Bo Jiu glanced back, and happened to see the tall man standing by the window, slightly bent at the waist, and neatly lifted up his camouflage jacket, causing his black hair to be messed up. Messy, yet fatally sexy.

Seemingly noticing her gaze, Qin Mo turned his head, looked at her, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Want to see?"

Bo Jiu turned his eyes, suppressed the heat, and then turned his head, wanting to continue admiring it.

Obviously, the master did not intend to give her this opportunity. He took off his entire top and lifted the military quilt on the bed. After lying in, he raised his curvy chin slightly and said, "Go and turn off the light."

She even has to direct her to turn off the lights.

Really, so much like a little princess.

It is obvious that Bo Jiu's positioning of all actions is based on his own ideas.

After turning off the lights, I realized that such a room was too quiet.

It was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of the other person turning around and breathing.

When Bo Jiu was lying on the ground, his thoughts were still very pure.

later.

Probably wanting to take another look at that person, he turned his head away.

When the moonlight came in, he could clearly see his figure, still sleeping like that, like a noble.

This inexplicably reminds her of the great god who was like this when he was a child. She probably has never understood why a child still pays attention to sleeping position.

When she asked, he would say one sentence to her: "Bo Xiaojiu, are you an idiot?"

Lines that have remained unchanged for so many years.

Bo Jiu tilted his head again, feeling a little cold, and wanted to lift the quilt up.

After all, she figured it out.

When it comes to things like kissing, it's better to be consensual. She can't be too rogue. Girls should be reserved. Although she has nothing to do with being reserved, she still needs to do superficial work.

If she pursues her too fiercely, the great master will probably find an excuse to throw her away again, and the loss outweighs the gain.

The idea fell apart.

The person lying on the bed suddenly made some movement.

It only took two steps to walk from the bed to her.

According to the length of the great god's legs, it only takes one step.

Bo Jiu's eyes just opened.

The man was already holding the quilt on the side of her face with one hand, and the straight bridge of his nose was almost touching hers. The scent of mint tobacco lingered, and the starry sky seemed to be imprinted in his eyes, which were a little bright. It's not all bright, but faint fragments are flowing: "Bo Xiaojiu, did you do this on purpose?"

"On purpose?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding.

"You made the noise on purpose so that I couldn't sleep." Qin Mo lowered his figure a little lower, his eyes swept over her lips, and he looked deeply with unknown meaning.

Just as Bo Jiu was about to open his mouth to speak, something blocked his lips...