The national school idol is a girl

What day?

Bo Jiu was a little confused. It shouldn't be the great god's birthday, right?

Since it's not a birthday, what other day would there be?

Qin Mo looked at the man in front of him with confusion in his eyes. He frowned and said in a cold voice, "Confession."

"What confession?" Bo Jiu was still confused after hearing this prompt.

Seeing that handsome mixed-race face, he moved closer to her, with an aura that made people restless: "The thirtieth day when I confess to you."

The thirtieth day of confessing to her?

For a moment, she didn't expect that a great god would remember such a day.

But this is not easy to say.

But you can’t refuse.

"Time flies so fast. At that time, Brother Mo, you were really... I was afraid that you would become crooked."

Bo Jiuyi smiled a little evilly, thinking that he still had the upper hand when he first met the master, and now he couldn't even think about teasing him.

Qin Mo looked at someone's beautiful eyes and spoke slowly: "Even if it changes, it's your fault. Don't change the subject."

"Definitely not changing the subject." Bo Jiu always felt that such a posture was too dangerous, and might be eaten by the master, so he simply stood up straight. The master would not do anything to her now, and there were still people over there. Some parents stretch their heads to look here from time to time. The master is not a person without sense of measure.

Qin Mo is indeed very particular about propriety, but...he glanced at the young man who smiled like a fox, and said in a calm tone: "Then when are you going to give me a status? Do you want to sleep like this in vain?"

Bo Jiu was choked by the great god's words.

Give me a status, sleep in vain or something like that...

"I thought you would remember and at least give me something, but I didn't expect..."

Suddenly, the voice in his ears seemed to sink.

Even standing there with that person seemed a little lonely?

For some reason, Bo Jiu remembered what Queen An had said before. Growing up, she rarely received gifts from anyone, and rarely looked at the things at birthday parties.

She thought someone like a great god should be very lovable.

For example, he liked her very much, and she even gave him gifts at that time.

But in fact, she didn't know how he grew up after the two separated.

An Yinghou said that he has an indifferent temperament. Even if he celebrates his birthday, he is not interested in the things sent by his elders at all.

Probably because the great god is so smart, he can clearly see the pros and cons among those in the upper class.

In other words, he knew very well that the gifts given to him had various purposes.

Thirty days?

She didn't say anything.

She is indeed a scumbag for thinking this way.

A domineering president cannot do this to his own pet.

At least it can't be such a scumbag.

Bo Jiu felt guilty: "Actually, I was prepared, but I just didn't remember the date."

"Oh?" Qin Mo held his trouser pocket with one hand and raised his head. His deep eyes made Bo Jiu unconsciously start to wander.

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows: "What have you prepared?"

Bo Jiu also knew that the great god must have noticed that she was lying and was about to confess.

At this time, Qin Mo spoke again: "Give it to me tomorrow."

Is this giving her time to prepare?

After Bo Jiu understood what the master meant, he immediately nodded: "Okay." He couldn't really become a scumbag.

"I'm really curious about what gift you will give me?" Qin Mo said this very slowly: "I shouldn't just buy something to deal with."

Bo Jiu: ...the master’s words completely blocked her way to buy something. Wasn’t it really intentional?

Qin Mo looked at the young man's depressed face and finally felt a little better.

Finally, he couldn't help it, turned his back, reached out and pinched someone's face: "You seem to be in trouble?"

Bo Jiu pretended to be stupid: "It's not difficult."

Qin Mo smiled: "Really? See you tomorrow."

Bo Jiu said "ok" and reached out to touch his pinched face. It was really a battle of wits and courage to make the master happy, and he also had to know how to walk down the steps.

Qin Mo walked forward, occasionally looking back at someone with a tiger-like head following behind him, and the corners of his mouth curled up quietly.

Chen Xiaodong, who stood aside and stretched his neck to look for a long time, had the most troubled expression.

After all, there is still a distance between here and there, so it is impossible to hear what the young master and Qin Shao said.

But in front of the two ladies, he should be a little more restrained.

The most important thing is not to let the goddess see anything.

When Chen Xiaodong thought of this, he glanced in the direction of Queen An with a guilty conscience.

An Yinghou's expression did not change. She probably didn't think that way about the young master and Qin Shao.

Chen Xiaodong didn't know that his speculations were completely wrong.

Seeing the two people walking back from a distance, An Yinghou said: "These two children, it's true that if you have anything to say, you have to whisper it."

"No." He Honghua was a little skeptical at first, but after hearing what An Yinghou said, she felt it was nothing.

Probably the relationship is too good.

However, she had to talk to Jiu when she had time.

You don't need to pay too much attention when interacting with a decent kid like Qin Mo.

You still have to keep a distance from other boys.

Even though she appears to be dressed as a boy, her Jiu Shi is still a girl.

He Honghua is still waiting, waiting until everything is stable, and waiting for the right time to resume women's clothing in her family.

This day...should be coming soon.

He Honghua thought that she would work harder and try to get back everything she had lost back then.

It's just... Now that Jiu's identity is so special, she must think carefully about how to resume women's clothing.

Everyone thinks about something different.

What Bo Jiu is thinking about now is to give the great god something.

Until the car Qin Mo and An Ying were sitting in disappeared into the night, Bo Jiu didn't come up with a good idea.

What should I give as a gift?

Even while lying on the bed, Bo Jiu was still thinking about this issue.

In "Lincoln", without anyone else, Queen An spoke more directly: "You were jealous when I mentioned Jiu's childhood sweetheart just now."

"No." Qin Mo held the mineral water bottle, raised his head and took a sip. There was really no sign of it from the side of his face, but there was one thing: "Why don't I remember that I wore my hair straight when I was a child?"

Hearing this, An Yinghou unconsciously looked away and looked out the car window, her voice vague: "You were still young at that time and didn't remember anything."

"Really?" Qin Mo was not obsessed with this issue. He did not put his mind on it. Instead, he turned on his phone, found someone's profile picture on WeChat, and typed a few words: "Don't worry about it tomorrow." Forgot to take the gift."

Bo Jiu, who was lying on the bed, couldn't sleep even more after receiving this message. He tossed and turned over for a while, and finally seemed to think of something. He raised the corner of his mouth, stood up from the bed, and walked towards her. Basement after renovation.

The moment Bo Jiu entered, three pure white ultra-thin notebooks lit up at the same time, flashing silver icons, like scenes often played in blockbuster movies.

If it was something she made with her own hands, maybe the great god would like it...

Follow this train of thought.

Bo Jiu opened the official game bar and found the game video of their team. With a move of the mouse, he saved, edited, and clipped...

These things are not very complicated in terms of operation.

But it is very time consuming.

If you want the shot to have a sense of story, you have to look for the picture bit by bit.

The night outside the window is getting darker and darker.

Bo Jiu was sitting in front of the computer, with his left hand on the keyboard and his right hand clicking the mouse. His beautiful silver hair was messy and he showed no intention of stopping...

Qin family.

The lights remain on.

This is a characteristic of the military compound.

You can see soldiers on guard and patrolling at any time.

Queen An stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the swaying poplars, full of thoughts.

Not because of, but because of the question her son asked her in the car today...

Zhang Ma saw her and brought a cup of tea over: "Madam, did you have a bad chat with Mrs. He today?"

"Of course not." Queen An smiled with pear blossom dimples: "Sister He is very cheerful and does not forget her roots. Nowadays, few people can stay like this after starting business. They do not compare or deceive themselves. , Women are weak by nature, but they are strong by being a mother. Jiu has a good mother.”

Zhang Ma smiled: "It seems that the rumors are not entirely credible."

"It's not believable at all." An Yinghou lowered her head and took a sip of tea, the contemplation between her brows not dissipating.

Zhang Ma was puzzled: "Then Madam..."

"Mama Zhang, what did Mo'er go through before that made him lose his memory?"

This question about An Yinghou has become a taboo in this family almost from that time on.

It’s hard for Zhang Ma to answer, let alone how to answer.

No one can forget the young master who got off the private plane with blood on his fingers.

At that time, the young master's thoughts were already confused...

An Yinghou also knew that she would not get the answer, so she took a deep breath and said: "Now that he has started to contact criminals again, Zhang Ma, I am very worried that the past things will happen again."

"Madam, don't worry, the Ninth Young Master is here and it won't happen this time."

After An Yinghou heard this sentence, she laughed again: "You are right."

After you figure something out, you will gradually let it go.

This is true no matter who it is.

But what cannot be let go of will always remain an unknown injustice.

In the club.

Rao Rong looked at a screenshot of the news and tightened his grip on the mouse.

It was an old news story about a million dollars in cash embezzlement that was unearthed from a policeman's house.

Because of the relationship between gangsters and gangsters, the policeman did not end well.

Rao Rong never believed this news from beginning to end.

He wanted to clear his father's name.

As a young man, he tried many methods.

Hitting the wall again and again.

Expulsion from the club, and finally despair.

Rao Rong wanted to know who killed his father and why the million appeared in his home.

Only rely on that person's strength.

this is the truth.

Reality forced him to bow his head...

"Captain." Lin Chentao rubbed his eyes, turned on the light, his hair was messy: "Still thinking about this game?"

Rao Rong closed the page, then stood up and gave a faint hum.

Lin Chentao grabbed his short hair and said, "The team as a whole cannot keep up with you. In fact, I have thought before that it would definitely be better if the captain went to another team."

"It's nothing." Rao Rong walked up to him and glanced at the face with a red mark: "Go to bed."

"Oh." Lin Chentao agreed, but the nonsense continued: "Since that guy from Qin Mo got together with Xiao Spade, his playing style is different from before. He is sharp and shameless. He is addicted to counter-attacking and is hard to guard against. "

Hearing this, Rao Rong paused and said, "In the early days, this was how he played, but later he changed. The hand injury was one thing. His status as the captain of the Imperial Alliance made his first reaction be to care about the overall situation, but he lost his sharpness. Until Spade Z appeared...the current Imperial Alliance is very strong."

It's a pity that he can no longer compete openly with the other party.

Rao Rong did not tell Lin Chentao this sentence.

The night goes on.

The best international hotel in the city, the people who stay there are often successful people from all over the world.

Director William's Yan Guowen is not as precise as his son's.

Fortunately, his son translated all the comments on the Internet into federal language and sent them to him, and said that he would fly to Paddle City in the next two days.

I have to say that after William saw some reviews, he was a little hesitant.

Should we invite this young man to come?

He himself despises people who have no bottom line for the sake of fire.

But this Yanguo boy named Jiu fit his image so well that it would be a pity to give up.

But as a director, you have to consider the all-roundness of the crew.

Let's let it go first and see if we can find anyone else in Yan Country...

William took another look at the comments on the Internet, shook his head, and closed the computer with regret.

At this time, Bo Jiu was still sitting in front of the computer, polishing the last thing. His eyelids were a little heavy, so he took a bottle of mineral water and took a few sips before continuing.

It will be almost clear by day.

Bo Jiucai stood up, pressed his neck with one hand and moved it back and forth. He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, preparing to add the last bit of information to Shangguan Weibo.

What Bo Jiu didn't expect was that he would receive a private message from Sister Gui.

"I have a merciless request. I want you to help my friend. The next duel is against the Xiaocheng team. I know you are very busy. It's just that I have been thinking about this for a long time. Only you can Help my friend."

This is the first one.

The second article is very long.

"My friend is an online writer. She is very depressed right now. I can't find a way to help her. It has been so many days and three months. Not only has she lost what she originally wrote, but it has also been infringed. The author said back that she was hyping up. In fact, in this circle, many original creators will encounter infringement, but what is chilling is that no one cares about it. Some people even say that those who say plagiarism are just bored. , they don’t care how much energy is spent writing a book, and that’s not even after the infringer plagiarizes, transfers, and makes fan adaptations. He is obviously an author, but he still creates a group to pretend to be a fan, which takes away the story framework of the entire book. After that, she came back to bite the original author, even confusing right and wrong. The darkest and weakest thing is that many people sided with her and even started to change the topic..."

Four in one, candy will be distributed tomorrow, An