The national school idol is a girl

After hearing what Luo Mei said, Zhao Sanpang was quiet for a few seconds.

Xiao Jing, on the other hand, glanced this way and said without any ups and downs in his voice: "Qin Mo didn't use three thousand swords to kill him. It doesn't necessarily mean that Yan Yixiao didn't force out his true strength. There is another possibility."

Having said this, he paused and then raised his eyes: "It is difficult for Qin Mo to use that trick again now."

"The captain is saying..." The fallen beauty's eyes suddenly trembled: "But didn't Qin Mo go to the Northern Federation? The best medical experts are there, aren't they?"

Xiao Jing said no more.

Looking up, the entire stadium is still very lively.

Qin Mo, standing in the center, was still tall and tall.

Perhaps except for his opponent, no one could see the slightest flaw in him.

But that's just maybe.

After taking off his headphones, Bo Jiu turned his head and glanced at the man's smooth wrist.

Qin Mo still had a careless expression, and his side eyes met the young man's gaze. That face was so handsome that it was shocking, but there was nothing different about it.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows. Could it be that she had thought wrongly.

Qin Mo didn't give the young man time to think. He stretched out his hand, pulled him forward, and lowered his voice: "Wait for me in the car later. There are some things we need to talk about."

The noise in his ears continued, but the man was very close, so close that there were obviously many people around him, and Bo Jiu's heart overflowed with reluctance because of such a beautiful voice.

She especially wanted to ask the great god now how he would react if she knocked him out and took him away.

He probably would give her a look when he woke up and let her understand.

But these are just thoughts. Bo Jiu knows very well that it is not easy to take away the great god.

If it was after the national competition, she might still want to take a different approach, but that would have to be when the master was unprepared.

Now, some things have to come in advance.

five minutes.

Bo Jiu's eyes fell on the countdown on the field.

Then, move back again.

Almost instantly, a line formed in her mind.

The competition venue was originally a modern commercial plaza.

In this commercial plaza, the periphery of the semicircular fan blades has been built as an e-sports arena. The main building is made of completely transparent dark glass. The first floor is a coffee shop where people come and go. Extending inside are high-end cosmetics and various products. All affordable luxury goods are on this floor.

The second to fourth floors are all fashionable clothing, and the fifth floor is home to several dessert shops and a movie theater.

The passage in Bo Jiu's mind leads to the fifth floor of this commercial SOHO building.

"You seem to be paying extra attention to time today." Qin Mo looked back at the young man with deep eyes.

Bo Jiu knew that great gods were difficult to deal with. For psychologists, any slight change would be noticed by them. At this time, it was more appropriate to admit than to dodge.

"I was thinking about how Brother Mo would talk to me for a while, and subconsciously I wanted to check the time. This is more oppressive than playing games." Bo Jiu looked serious: 'Is this supposed to be the legendary fidgeting? ’

Hearing this, Qin Mo looked at the clean and fair face in front of him and raised his eyebrows playfully: "Are you still restless?"

"I occasionally possess this skill." Bo Jiu smiled lightly.

Qin Mo watched the media approaching. Before leaving, he reached out and rubbed the young man's head. When he passed by, the voice that came from the thin lips brushing the silver hair was very pleasant: "Don't worry, I won't make you restless for too long. Brother Mo likes to do it directly."

Bo Jiu:......