The national school idol is a girl

Bo Jiu was stunned for a moment, looking at the man's face so close to him, and then smiled and said, "It's not that serious, it just hurts a little bit."

The receptionist on the side also felt that Mr. Qin was not treating his younger brother, but he was clearly treating a porcelain doll.

Mr. Qin used to play harder, but I have never seen him cover anyone's forehead personally...

Qin Mo's slender fingers exerted some strength and his voice was very indifferent: "If you continue to discharge the electricity randomly, it will be more painful next time." As he said this, he pinched the young man's chin and gently twisted his fingertips: "Turn your face away, don't always look at the scene. outside."

Bo Jiu didn't think anything of it. She held her face high and let Qin Mo cover her forehead for almost a minute.

Xue Yaoyao, who was still playing games, moved uncomfortably, feeling that sitting here was a bit redundant.

It would be better for her not to take aim at the court and to reduce her presence as much as possible.

After covering his forehead, Qin Mo served the ball himself, with much lighter force than before.

Bojiu was even more handsome than usual when she was playing ball, especially when she almost didn't stop on the court and kept running back and forth. Her amazing jumping ability matched her face, making her youthful to the point of envy.

Both of them have good skills, especially Qin Mo. He just stood there, walking back and forth without a look on his face, swinging the racket carelessly. His amazing skills combined with his perfect streamlined figure attracted the attention of others. The people on the court exclaimed.

"Is this a professional level? Who is playing?"

"You don't even know him? You must have heard of the Qin family, right?"

"You're just talking nonsense, I'm not asking about Mr. Qin, I'm asking about the young man who was fighting with him!"

"I wonder, could it be some young master from the military compound?"

After all, this kind of stadium is very big and pays attention to privacy, especially since Qinmo and the others are treated like VIPs.

When people over there look at this place, they can only see the figure, not the appearance.

"Hey, Mr. Bo, come here and see if you can see clearly."

Bo Ximing was so short that the adults discussing business with his father couldn't see clearly, so he couldn't see clearly. He fiddled with the tennis racket in his hand and said, "I've seen Mr. Qin several times. , except for those in the military compound, there will be no one around him, so there should be no need to guess the identity of the other party. "

When those people heard this, they immediately laughed and complimented: "It's true, but I haven't seen Mr. Qin in real life. Mr. Bo is really amazing."

"It's nothing." Bo Ximing raised his chin lightly, quite proudly.

Bo Zhongyi was very happy when he heard his son being praised: "My son doesn't seem to talk much at ordinary times, but he is actually very good at playing games. Mr. Qin also plays games. We got to know each other after going back and forth."

"Since we know each other, let's go over and say hello?" Those people became interested when they heard this.

But Bo Ximing frowned: "Young Master Qin doesn't like to be disturbed when he's playing. I'd better have a chance in the future."

"In the future..." The tone was obviously disappointed, but at least there is still hope: "Then it depends on Master Bo's recommendation."

Bo Ximing hummed and looked over there again.

In fact, he was also thinking about whether to wait for a while and find an opportunity to have a few words with Mr. Qin.

The reason why he came here to play tennis was because he heard that Mr. Qin often came here to exercise.

He did meet Mr. Qin several times before, always at the gate, and they didn't exchange a few words in total.

This time, he must work hard...