The national school idol is a girl

Xue Yaoyao's heart beat a little irregularly.

She never dared to imagine that one day she would be so close to the boy.

The unique gentleness of Jiudian... can really melt people away.

"Are you ready?"

The pleasant voice rang in my ears again, and as soon as I turned my head, I saw the young man's lips curling into a smile.

Even the beauties on the tennis court next to him couldn't help but look over there, their eyes filled with envy.

"I also want a handsome guy like this to teach me how to play tennis."

"The smile is so cute, who is he?"

"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen you..."

The beauties couldn't help but stop their movements. They all looked at Bo Jiu through the net with burning eyes.

Only the temperature in the translucent lounge was low.

The receptionist standing beside Qin Mo almost didn't dare to turn his head.

It was not his imagination. The cold air emanating from Mr. Qin could almost freeze a person's blood.

What exactly is going on……

Qin Mo looked at the court with his eyes, supporting his chin with one hand, and placing his slender fingers with black gloves on the seat of the chair. His long, narrow and deep eyes were extremely cold, and even his voice sounded like flowers blooming in the Arctic. Binggu: "Go and call them back."

After all, he came from the military compound, and his ruthlessness has never been hidden like this: "You have to rest after thirty minutes of fighting. He doesn't understand this, and you don't understand either?"

As he spoke, he raised his head casually and glanced at the receptionist.

Those eyes were so deep that it made one's scalp numb.

The receptionist did not dare to refute. Although every time Mr. Qin came to play, he always played for more than an hour before stopping. But now Mr. Qin said that he would rest after playing for thirty minutes, so he must rest!

"Master Ninth." The receptionist actually felt that it would be a little disharmonious to interrupt the young man's coaching at this time, but what could he do? He did not dare to disobey Mr. Qin's words.

Bo Jiu glanced sideways: "What?"

"I see that this young lady is very hot. You probably didn't get enough rest just now." The receptionist could also speak and looked for a reason without blinking an eye: "I didn't exercise before, but if I exercise for too long now, it will be worse." It’s not good for your health. Let’s clean up the court first and we can play again later?”

If we fight again, you should accompany Mr. Qin to fight. Otherwise, Mr. Qin will be left here to teach girls. Otherwise, I will have to make excuses again!

Bo Jiu was still wondering why the stadium was being cleaned after only half an hour of play. However, since the receptionist suggested it, she didn't have much to say and walked towards the lounge with Xue Yaoyao.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw that the man's face was a little colder, but he was still dignified. His fingers were sliding her homemade notebook, and the other hand was holding coffee. He looked like a king: "This is not bad."

Of course, Bo Jiu accepted the compliment in full: "The hard drive is good and runs very fast. I will use it to write books with Brother Mo in the future."

Qin Mo hummed and did not continue the topic. Instead, he turned his head to look at Xue Yaoyao and casually turned the black gloves on his hands: "How did Miss Xue and my ninth brother get to know each other? I think you have a good relationship. "

Ninth brother?

Xue Yaoyao was still a little confused about this title, but Qin Shen still had to answer his question, even if he had to bite the bullet: "Jiudian and I are now roommates. Jiudian is a nice person and takes good care of me."

"Oh?" Qin Mo raised his voice at the end, and then smiled, somewhat coldly: "It seems that he is doing well in school..."