The national school idol is a girl

As soon as she saw such a micro forum, Bo Jiu felt itchy and wanted to crack it, but the master was right next to her and it was inconvenient for her to move.

Qin Mo naturally knew that the young man was looking at his mobile phone.

But looking at him from this angle, he could only see the boy's side face and his eyes covered by silver fragments of hair.

Looking at the phone screen like that, but not replying to the text message, it seemed like she was reluctant to leave.

Are you so reluctant to part with it?

Qin Mo tightened his grip on the steering wheel, swung his tail, parked the car on the side of the road, and said in a deep voice: "Bo Jiu."

The young man raised his eyes.

"I'll give you another chance." Qin Mo tilted his head and lit a cigarette, playing with the lighter in his hand without looking at Bo Jiu: "This is the last time, do you choose Li Mengran or the national competition?" "

Bo Jiu didn't hesitate. In fact, she didn't know why the great master suddenly asked this question. She answered decisively: "National competition."

Hearing this, Qin Mo turned his head and said word by word: "Then cut off the contact and prepare well for the game."

"Okay." Bo Jiu put her phone away. What she promised was not about Li Mengran, but she told herself to stop temporarily. This case really affected her so much that she almost forgot that besides Z, she was also Bo Jiu. Jiu, Bojiu has friends and family. She still has many responsibilities that she needs to bear, the most important of which is to win the national competition.

Qin Mo looked at the young man's face, his eyes darkening.

He gave him a chance to escape.

Just this once.

No matter how sad this guy is in the future, he will be reluctant to let go.

He will never be soft-hearted again...

It's time to subtly tell the other person how bad girls are and that finding a boyfriend is the most reliable thing.

The third step in correction is to adapt.

Of course, you need to find reference points to adapt.

There are quite a few young masters with solid colors.

But Qin Mo didn't want the boy to see it so straightforwardly.

Firstly, I was worried that the young man wouldn't be able to accept it, and secondly, I was worried that the young man would notice something and hide him directly.

So, if you want to look for it, look for the ambiguous ones.

Qin Mo's eyes darkened and he turned the car around without leaving any trace.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Brother Mo, where are we going?"

"Big A." Qin Mo's voice was very calm: "I haven't played games in school for a long time. Dian Yunhu and Lin Feng probably don't have classes. Let's form a group to play."

Hearing this, Bo Jiu became interested: "I heard that those two people share a dormitory. Should we go directly to the dormitory to catch them?"

Qin Mo said "Hmm", and there was no sign of it, but the corners of his beautiful lips had a faint upward arc.

As a student, Bo Jiu still wanted to visit other university dormitories. After all, he rarely had this kind of experience in his previous life.

As the capital of the country, University A is no different from an ordinary university except for a few more trees.

Even some buildings are older than some new universities, which also symbolizes its long history.

Originally, when it was around four o'clock in the afternoon in the freshman year of A, I would be particularly lazy and quiet.

But today, it's completely the opposite.

Ever since Bo Jiu and Qin Mo entered the campus together, the screams in their ears had not stopped.

The strange thing is that these two people are so eye-catching.

Even with a black mask on Bo Jiu's face, he couldn't hide his handsomeness.

Not to mention Qin Mo, who was walking, moving his fingers slightly, sending messages to Yun Hu. His handsome and ascetic side face had been photographed countless times.

Originally, the people playing basketball on the basketball court wanted to take advantage of Yun Hu's rest to shoot a three-pointer and make the school girls cheer. Unexpectedly, he threw the ball out and no one even looked at him.

Everyone is actually looking at the audience area, what the hell is going on!

Five o'clock, good night