The national school idol is a girl

The smile on Bo Jiu's lips grew wider: "It's really the same."

"What kind of thing?" The villain didn't understand.

Bo Jiu took a sip of water and leaned there lazily: "My boyfriend was like you when he was a child, with a paralyzed face. He was very cute."

The villain moved his body, still carrying the schoolbag: "I am a girl."

"Huh?" Bo Jiu lowered his eyes and scanned the villain's short hair: "I didn't see it."

The villain also noticed her gaze and touched his head: "If you cut it like this, you will be like your brother. You can do things alternately."

"You have a brother?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

The villain said "Hmm".

Bo Jiu likes children, probably because he was influenced by the great master when he was a child. The more he looks at it, the more interesting he is: "What's your name and how old are you?"

"Mo Bei, thirteen and a half years old." The villain always had that expression when answering questions.

Bo Jiu was addicted to teasing. He tapped her face with his fingers and said in a lazy voice, "Dimeng does not recruit child labor."

As expected, the villain frowned: "Isn't it okay to be a trainee first?"

"Trainers are welcome." Bo Jiu couldn't help but stretched out his hand to rub the villain's head.

Before she could make a move, a clear and cold voice came from behind: "You haven't bought water yet?"

Bo Jiu stopped his hand and turned his eyes sideways. What he met was the handsome face that made all newcomers willing to be commanded: "It's almost better. I met a very interesting kid."

Qin Mo followed her hand and looked over, and saw a "little boy" with his head held high, waiting to be touched by someone. His face seemed expressionless.

But others can't tell. As a psychological profiler, he can clearly see that this "little boy" is not in a calm mood. This can be seen from the mineral water bottle the other person is holding. Otherwise, that hand He didn't hold it very tightly, and even his eyes were very deep, and it was obvious that he was looking forward to something.

Since childhood, Bo Xiaojiu has had little resistance to good-looking children.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand and pulled someone over. His voice was still calm: "Don't touch people randomly, like a weird aunt."

Weird... aunt? Bo Jiu was shocked by this adjective. She was so handsome, how could she look like a weird aunt?

"Okay, I'll go back after buying the water." Qin Mo held the man's hand and stepped forward with his long legs.

Bo Jiu turned around and smiled, full of evil: "We'll see you inside later."

Qin Mo noticed the red-switched keyboard that the "little boy" was carrying on his back, and guessed that it was a player who was participating in the scheduled competition.

So I didn't say much.

But Bo Jiu's voice was still there: "The kid's face is so cute."

Qin Mo raised his brows lightly, turned around and glanced behind him.

I saw the "little boy" stretching out his hand and poking his face, obviously nostalgic for something.

This made Master Qin's eyes sink deeper: "How old is it?"

"Huh?" Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows.

"How old is he?" Qin Mo asked casually.

Bo Jiu curled his lips and said, "Thirteen and a half years old. He's so young and hasn't even passed the Imperial Alliance's new recruitment age limit. He can be recruited from within. He looks good."

Qin Mo didn't speak anymore, and only glanced in the direction of the "little boy" with a slight warning.

Little Mo Bei stood there with his schoolbag on his back. After receiving Qin Shen's gaze, his cold little face remained the same. He was originally going to be touched by his idol, but now he hasn't been touched. It's a bit regretful...