The national school idol is a girl

"You, you..." Liu Zongming was really scared. At that moment, the way Bo Jiu looked at him reminded him of the thin crawling animals in the dark, and what Bo Jiu said was so frightening. People are very scared. Even if he is beaten to death, Bo Jiu will not have to bear any responsibility.

Is he still a student?

They always hit people when they want to.

This man beats someone up and destroys the evidence?

After Liu Zongming figured this out, not only did he not feel relaxed, but instead, a cold feeling came out bit by bit on the back of his neck.

Only then did he realize that no one would pass by this place at all.

This means that no one will save him!

Bo Jiu still smiled unhurriedly, and his long legs blocked Liu Zongming's only way out. It was because of his evil and handsome eyes that made people feel even more oppressive.

Liu Zongming couldn't even stand up, so he stammered and explained: "Bojiu, I, we are all classmates. It is inevitable that there will be some friction between classmates. It is my fault for surrounding you. I apologize. Again What can I say, we have an exam soon, it’s not good to be late.”

After hearing what he said, Bo Jiu raised a nice eyebrow: "It's a good attitude to admit your mistake, but this is not a small friction between you and me."

As she said that, she stretched out her hand, and with her silver hair moving slightly, she directly pulled Liu Zongming's collar over, her handsome face lowered: "You're trying to tease me on purpose, aren't you? You want me to let you go, okay. Take your cell phone." Take it out and call the person who directed you."

Liu Zongming's eyes trembled: "What, what instructions."

"Classmate Liu." Bo Jiu smiled slowly and patted his face gently with his left hand: "I don't have much patience. Do you want to fight or not?"

Liu Zongming said nothing.

Bo Jiu didn't say anything to him. He bent his right leg at the knee and was about to drag him and beat him again.

Liu Zongming quickly stretched out his hands and shouted anxiously: "I'll fight, I'll fight!"

Bo Jiu smiled and threw him against the wall.

Liu Zongming knew that he couldn't escape. With Bo Jiu like this, if he didn't make this call, he could really beat him to death!

In fact, Liu Zongming's body was already in great pain. What surprised him was that after being beaten like this, there was no blood on his body at all. But the finger pressing on the screen betrayed his current physical condition. It hurt. There was trembling everywhere.

On the other end of the phone, Bo Ximing was still wondering what Liu Zongming called him at this time.

He put the pencil case on the wooden table, then pressed the button, and said in his usual arrogant voice, "Is something wrong?"

"Bo, Master Bo..." Liu Zongming's breath sounded a little trembling.

Bo Ximing frowned when he heard this: "Where are you? Why are you talking like this?"

Liu Zongming was about to speak.

Bo Jiu tapped his wrist, spread out his left hand with a crooked smile, and motioned for him to hand over the phone to him.

Liu Zongming did not dare to refuse.

He found that Bo Jiutian, who was aggressive, had a terrifying coldness in him. Even though the corner of his mouth was smiling, his eyes were as dark as the middle of the night, empty and full of violence.

Liu Zongming put his phone in Bo Jiu's palm with trembling hands.

Bo Jiu brought it over, curled his thin lips, and put the screen against his left ear. His right leg still maintained the previous position. There was a chill in his voice, and he was very handsome: "Bo Ximing..."