National School Prince Is A Girl

Bo Jiu paused a bit, lifted it up and put his gaze on the man not far away.

He is picking up the racket provided by the course. The slender hands are wrapped in pure black playing gloves. The professional badminton dress looks quite professional. When he looks down, the long and thick eyelashes are knocked down to form a shadow, which makes him look like a whole. There is a kind of careless taste, like a very popular star in the TV series.

If Qin Dashen is on the live broadcast platform, it is estimated that the popularity will rise to a higher level...

Probably noticed the boy's gaze, Qin Feng's sudden rise, and looked at the Bojiu side faintly: "What is the idea?"

Bo Jiu took the racket back, revealing a handsome tiger tooth, and smiled brilliantly: "No, it is too handsome to look at the long brother, want to see more."

Xue Yaoyao was very tangled in the side.

Why does she always feel that the nine halls are discharging toward the Qin god?

It is obvious that two men play tennis together, and Xue Yaoyao has an illusion of love and show!

But...the two people really match each other...

Xue Yaoyao held the teacup and looked at the court with envy.

Bo Ji on her line of sight, smiled gently, followed the racquet and came over, then took out his notebook from the bag and leaned over to her: "You first play the game in two games, the intermission When, I will tell you the problem."

"Good." Xue Yaoyao did not expect this time, the teenager still thinks about himself, there is a feeling of being taken care of, his face is red.

Bo Jiuguang swept the fruit plate on the coffee table, pinched a piece of watermelon in his mouth, and the voice was gentle: "Eat fruit can be eaten casually, don't be restrained."

"Yeah." Xue Yaoyao nodded hard and looked at the face of the boy, his eyes full of worship.

When Qin Mo, who stood on the court, saw this scene, he bounced the badminton racket on his left hand a few times and sneaked into a dark night.

When Bo Ji came over again, he saw the face of the Great God as cold.

Is it about to start... So the murder of the Great God is coming up?

"Kick-off." Qin Mo only dropped two words for the receptionist who was standing next to him. He stood tall in front of the net.

Bo Jiu’s eyes are also serious. The teenager is half-bent, and the side is clean and beautiful. The silver hair is on the ear, with black earrings. A force is a very powerful smash!

Qin Mo's unhurriedly observing the direction of the ball flying, then sideways, in a very beautiful posture, clenching the racket at the white ball and taking a shot!

Snapped!

Bo Jiu’s forehead suddenly took the shot!

With his hands on his knees, the face hurts a little bit: "Meng Ge, are you deliberate? Fight against my face?"

Is this really asking her to play badminton? Instead of taking the opportunity to retaliate against her?

Qin Mo looked at the boy like a child, and the scorpion sank: "Since it is to play, you play with one heart and one mind, don't always think about your sister."

"When did I always think about my sister?" Bo Jiu sighed, feeling a little bit stunned.

The Qin Mo Shuang 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦 秦”

"Ah? Yes!" The receptionists have not responded to what Qin has to do with ice.

I saw him take a towel, wrap the ice and put it on the boy’s forehead...