The national school idol is a girl

After hearing that familiar voice.

Bo Ximing stood frozen in the classroom.

How could Liu Zongming's cell phone be held by this loser?

Bo Jiu was still laughing, with a deep and pleasant voice: "To be honest, I'm really curious. When people call you Master Bo, don't you think they are slapping you in the face? Your name is not on the Bo family's family tree, oh , By the way, it should be said that even your mother did not marry into the Bo family. It is a pity that she had planned for so many years and in the end she still had to live outside and be a mistress. "

"You!" Bo Ximing stood up angrily, squeezed the carbon pen in his hand with his fingers, his voice sounded like it was grinding from his teeth: "Bo Jiu, who do you think you are?" , what do you think your mother is? The whole family comes from the countryside. Your father has long since stopped wanting your mother. Your mother is still clinging to her. She really thinks she is a prodigal whose company is about to close down now that she is capable. , Are you still shouting in front of me? Where do you get your confidence from? "

Compared with Bo Ximing's anger, Bo Jiu's voice was much lazier: "Bo Ximing, if you go back and tell Bo Zhongyi to return all the shares and property, my mother will kick him immediately. Let's find out more. Who is holding on to whose belongings? Also, if Bo is an illegitimate child, if you want to fight, just do it yourself and ask someone else to do it for you. Isn’t that funny? "

After Bo Jiu said this, he hung up the phone, threw the phone back into Liu Zongming's arms, turned his head and put on his mask, with the evil and sycophantic smile still in his exposed eyes, and just put on his school uniform casually. Pants bag, walked slowly out of the alley, her back was very cool, as if she didn't beat someone just now, but fed some kitten on the roadside.

Bo Ximing was so angry that his handsome face became extremely cold. He wanted to reply a few words, but found that the other party had already withdrawn his line, which made him even more intolerable. But when he called again, the other party had already changed. People.

Liu Zongming, who had just stood up, answered the call: "Master Bo."

"What on earth is going on?" Bo Ximing lowered his voice, his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy: "Why did that loser use your mobile phone to call me? Didn't you say it was all solved?"

Liu Zongming grinned in pain and felt guilty: "I... Mr. Bo, it's not me, it's Bo Jiu. He doesn't know where he learned his skills. He beats people so hard that my legs are so fast." He kicked him to pieces, and that day... In fact, seven or eight of us didn't surround him that day, and we were beaten by him for several days..."

"That's enough." Bo Ximing's eyes became more poisonous the more he listened: "Everyone knows how incompetent that pervert is. How can seven or eight people surround him? Don't talk about these things. You can't do this well." It just doesn’t work well!”

"Master Bo, really, I'm not shirking responsibility. This crooked man is really difficult to deal with now!" Liu Zongming was still trying to explain.

Helpless and arrogant Bo Ximing didn't want to listen to his rhetoric at all.

Bo Ximing never expected that he had spent money to teach Bo Jiu a lesson, and in the end, the other party actually called him on his mobile phone.

For Bo Ximing, this was simply a slap in the face.

The heat and anger on his face did not go away until he sat back in his seat.

At the same time, students from the first college have entered the examination room one after another.

The monthly exam to determine whether you can successfully participate in e-sports has officially begun...