The national school idol is a girl

Doctor Dongdu looked at it carefully, even though Bojiu had already expressed that she only wanted eye ointment and eye drops.

But the doctor still prescribed her a lot of medicines conscientiously, including anti-inflammatory drugs.

As more and more medicines were prescribed, Bo Jiu's handsome face became a little hopeless.

A bottle of eye drops could solve the problem, but she paid for a keyboard.

If the great god hadn't brought her to the hospital on the spur of the moment, she would have thought that the great god was deliberately trying to trick her.

But it seems that the master is still very sincere.

And he acted very much like an older brother, asking for precautions in a light voice.

Dr. Dongdu liked people who took minor illnesses seriously. He pushed up the glasses on his face and said seriously: "Don't always play with mobile phones and computers. Today's young people like to play with those electronic products. "

Don’t play computer games?

How can it be?

This is more uncomfortable for Bo Jiu, a hacker, than starving her of food.

What's more, it is absolutely impossible for the great god to agree to this condition.

There is still a friendly match to be played in the next two days.

How to know.

God always surprises people.

His voice was very light and his attitude was calm: "Okay."

Seeing that the other party respected him so much, the old doctor was very enthusiastic: "Also, pay attention to your diet. Don't eat beef and mutton, and don't touch peppers."

Bo Jiu:......

She loves hot pot so much that she is not allowed to eat beef, mutton and spicy food.

Are you really planning to starve her of food?

The most important thing is that she has never seen the great god cooperate with anyone so much.

He actually nodded his head coolly and said in an uneven voice: "I will keep an eye on him."

In this way, as soon as Bo Jiu came out of the hospital, he saw the next three days of extremely gloomy days.

"Brother Mo, actually I'm not that serious." Bo Jiu decided to convince the master with logic: "It's all because the weather in the city was so bad and the smog was so serious. My eyes were infected with bacteria. I just need to put eye drops for two days. What’s more, the day after tomorrow is a friendly match, so what if I don’t play?”

Qin Mo's expression was very calm. He originally wanted to smoke, but when he heard the young man mention the word "infection", he put the slender black cigarette back and said, "I'll take your place."

There were no great players among the originally scheduled team members.

This is a friendly match after all.

It's not worth taking the risk with a master's hand.

"No." Bo Jiu refused simply: "Compared to Brother Mo's hands, my eyes are not a big deal at all."

Obviously, Qin Mo didn't want to talk more about his injury: "I injured my left hand, not both hands."

Bo Jiu:......

So the master means to play the game with one hand?

Master, when you say this, have you ever considered your opponent's feelings?

The neon lights on the avenue dimmed little by little.

When the two people walked back, there were no longer as many people as before, and the shadows under their feet were stretched longer.

As soon as she returned to the hotel, Bo Jiu's cell phone rang in her pocket. She took it out and subconsciously wanted to look at it, but the master pulled her away.

Bo Jiu looked back!

Qin Mo's face was as handsome as a god, without any waves, and his voice was as light as ink as always, with a strong commercial flavor: "I forgot what the doctor just said just now. I have to hold back your words these past two days." Paws that want to play with electronic devices.”

With that said, he threw the phone on the bed and pulled open his coat: "Now, sit over and apply the medicine."