The national school idol is a girl

Anyone who has lived on campus knows that the environment in the boys' dormitory can be summed up in three words: dirty, messy and poor.

When Bo Jiu came in carrying his suitcase.

The person who was still cooking instant noodles with the kettle was stunned, and quickly pulled out the latch, and then looked to the side. Does that mean, no, the school boy lives in our dormitory?

Counting Bo Jiu, there were six people in the dormitory.

Of the remaining five, one is still the thorn in the side of the hospital.

The thorny head sneered. Seeing that Bo Jiu was still a little displeased, he just winked to the left and right, planning to walk over in a majestic manner.

But she saw Bo Jiu carrying the suitcase and throwing it up. She was holding her trouser pocket with one hand. She was wearing a school uniform with her coat still half-open. She was standing sideways. She had never looked so sharp since she entered the school. Both eyes were cold: "I'm in a bad mood today, please don't mess with me in the end."

When Na Ji Tou heard this, he became even more upset. Does this guy know that the dormitory also has dormitory rules? What does it mean to be so arrogant when he comes to his territory?

"I asked you whether you still want to live..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhu Tou stretched out his hand to hold the young man's wrist, but was swiftly twisted by the young man.

Just hear a bang!

The prickly head was a little dizzy after being thrown down.

Looking at the chandelier in the dormitory, he shook his head.

Damn it, why didn't anyone tell him that this guy who is number one in the grade is so good at fighting!

Bo Jiu lowered his eyes: "First, I'm in a bad mood, and second, whoever picks first is cheap, and my endurance is limited."

The thorn head really hurt.

The one who cooked the convenience had always admired Bo Jiu. Now seeing Bo Jiu like this, he sighed. He didn't expect that the master in the game was also a master in reality.

After being taught the lesson, Zhu Tou changed his attitude. After he got up, he made room for Bo Jiu, serving tea and pouring water.

Bo Jiu sat on the only wooden chair in the dormitory, feeling a little headache. She had never thought of being so domineering, but she guessed that there was no way to change her basic personality.

"Boss, don't worry. No one in this building dares to mess with our dormitory." The thorny head fanned Bo Jiu while gossiping: "But boss, why do you suddenly think of living on campus?" Well, shouldn’t you good students study at home?”

Bo Jiu glanced at him: "According to you, those who live on campus are not good students? Let me experience life."

Experience life? The prickly head let out a long sigh. He didn't understand much about the world of academic masters.

When Bo Jiu spoke, he did not forget to take into account the surrounding environment: "There is a condition in exchange."

Conditional exchange?

The remaining five people looked at each other.

"Although I don't do homework, I can still do some questions. I can help you solve your homework. Likewise, don't have these things in the dormitory." Bo Jiu pointed to the smelly socks scattered everywhere: "Also There are all these. In addition, we are all handsome guys. We should know the most basic etiquette. It’s okay to take off your shirt. After all, the weather is hot now, but walking around in only one pair of underwear is too eye-catching. You have a good figure and you have a good figure. It’s bad, are you showing off your bottom line?”

The boy who was only wearing a pair of underwear felt a little shot for some reason, but everyone in the dormitory agreed with the fact that everyone was handsome.

"The most important thing is that there may be girls coming to visit in the future." Bo Jiu stood at the window and glanced at the girls wandering downstairs, without doubting their ability to attack: "There are still some people who can take pictures, you should I don’t want to be photographed in the most frustrating scene, so it’s not a good idea to find a girlfriend like this.”

As soon as Bo Jiu said these last words, the man in underwear jumped directly into his bed.

Boys who never pay attention to their appearance have to change their clothes, look in the mirror, and become roommates who are the school idol. Their appearance must keep up.

No girls looked at them before, but they will definitely be asked by girls constantly in the future. From now on, they need the best basic care!

The atmosphere was originally good.

I don't know who suddenly said: "The Ninth Young Master has come in now. Will Young Master Qin also come to see me in the future? And my favorite Lin Fengda."

Bo Jiu didn't listen to what the man said next. The words "Master Qin" seemed to have pierced a certain nerve.

It won't hurt very much, but when I think about it, I will be silent a lot.

"Think about it. All the members of the Imperial Alliance team came to our dormitory. The arrival of Master Qin alone will definitely arouse a wave of onlookers." The man had completely fallen silent in his imagination.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and said in a low voice: "He won't come."

"Ah?" People in the dormitory looked confused. Why did Ninth Master look like this? It looked a bit like... being lost in love?

No, no, you can't just guess.

In the past, they thought that Ninth Young Master must be like the rumors, and the cliff was crooked.

Now look, which one can bend so strongly?

Rumors and such are simply not believable.

But why the Ninth Young Master came to live in the dormitory was a mystery.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" Suddenly, the young man spoke again, interrupting the thoughts of the roommates: "Give me one."

Even smoke?

This is not in line with their image of the school bully as a top student!

"Second brother, go to the corridor and watch. The dormitory manager is here. Howl."

As soon as Zhu Tou spoke, even the one wearing underwear started to cooperate. The high mobility of these people showed that such things were done frequently.

Smoking is originally a collective activity.

One person per hand is considered normal in the dormitory.

However, it is still a bit difficult for them to accept that the school harem smokes.

Bo Jiu didn't look at the surprised looks of those people. He turned his head and lit the cigarette. He just stood by the window, not wanting to move.

"Hey, do you think the school girl is a bit wilted like that?"

"It's completely different from when you beat me."

"Probably thinking about the game. Don't you see the cooperation between him and Mr. Qin? They played extremely well."

Hearing the word "Master Qin" again, Bo Jiu turned his head and said, "Did I just say that I was in a bad mood?"

As soon as you entered the door, you gave the whole dormitory a slap in the face. It was so obvious that you were in a bad mood!

but why?

"Want to know the reason?" Bo Jiu flicked the ashes from his cigarette, his eyes a little dark.

The five roommates looked at the boy and nodded unanimously.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes and said in a cold voice: "I was dumped by Mr. Qin."

Everyone: ...Isn’t that what I promised to be a crooked person? ! ! !

The ears were finally quiet, and no one mentioned the word Mr. Qin again.

Bo Jiu put out his cigarette and looked at the screen of his mobile phone. He hesitated for a long time without sending the message.

The roommates didn't dare to talk about this person's situation casually, after all, Ninth Young Master's force was too powerful to suppress him.

However, there is probably only Ninth Young Master who is so handsome after losing love.

After smoking two cigarettes in a row, Bo Jiu's mood had not changed at all. He leaned against the wall. He was handsome or tired, which made the atmosphere in the whole room feel a bit heavy.

The roommates all felt that the new boss had arrived and they had to celebrate no matter what: "Would you like to go out for a meal? You must eat the big plate of chicken in front of the school!"

Bo Jiu glanced at them and really wanted to go out for a walk. Staying like this made him feel really depressed.

"Let's go." Bo Jiu stretched out his hand to put out the cigarette and walked out the door.

It can be said that today’s hospital has an additional landscape.

The other five people walked in front.

The young man followed behind him with his trouser pockets in hand, wearing a black mask on his face and looking down at his mobile phone.

The sight of the girls coming and going has made my heart feel unbalanced.

Bo Jiu hasn't come to school much since he participated in the competition.

Living directly on campus like now has become a benefit for the girls at the school.

The legendary delicious chicken is right across the street from the school, just across the street.

Because the summer vacation hasn't started yet and the weather isn't particularly hot yet, setting up a stall outside the store and eating in the natural breeze is sometimes a kind of enjoyment for the male students.

Beer for sure.

Anyway, there are no classes today, so I just live on campus.

Thorny Tou picked up a bottle of beer and was about to pour half a glass for Bo Jiu when he saw that the young man had already brought a bottle over, put it to his mouth, bit it, opened the bottle cap, and raised his head to drink.

The five roommates were shocked again. Seeing the boy drinking calmly, they thought to themselves that the school boss of their first college was really a ruthless person.

Probably because Bo Jiu was looking at his phone all the time.

Someone couldn't help but asked: "Ninth Master, what are you looking at? Are you so engrossed in it?"

"Nothing." Bo Jiu closed the WeChat page and took another sip of wine.

That person also felt that there was nothing interesting about the mobile phone. He really couldn't understand why Mr. Jiu stopped at a blank WeChat screen.

This meal.

Bo Jiu ate very little and just drank wine without saying a word.

It's just because it's on the side of the road, so people driving back and forth can see it just by opening their car windows.

While biting open the fourth bottle of wine.

Bo Jiu's movements paused, not because of anything else, but because of the familiar military Land Rover driving over on the road.

The license plate number is too special, and there is only one in the entire market.

Bo Jiu recognized the car, and of course his roommates also recognized it. One of them just said, "Isn't that Mr. Qin's car?" Then he realized something and closed the door. Mouth.

It is indeed the car that Qin Mo often rides in.

The car window was not closed.

You can clearly see that handsome and indifferent face.

The driver also noticed this and stopped for a moment: "Master, it's the Ninth Young Master."

When Qin Mo heard this, he seemed to glance in Bo Jiu's direction, and said the word "go" in a low voice.

The driver was surprised. After all, whenever this happened, the young master would directly let Ninth Young Master get in the car, but today...

The roommates who were eating chicken were still thinking about Mr. Qin's sight. They should have seen it here. Unexpectedly, the next second, the Land Rover drove away.

He turned around and looked at the boy's expression.

Bo Jiu didn't say anything. He looked away and asked for another dozen drinks.

The roommates were already dumbfounded. If they drank like this, the lovelorn person would be fine. They all had to lie down.

To be honest, it’s a little bit scary when a school girl falls out of love...

On the other side, the Land Rover was still driving forward, not very fast.

Firstly, it was because the driver was still in shock, and secondly, because his young master kept his eyes on the rear mirror and did not urge him to drive faster.

Instead, it seemed like he was waiting for someone.

Qin Mo is indeed waiting for someone.

He looked at the rear mirror, hoping to see the young man catching up.

But no.

Just like he looked at his phone countless times today and told himself that as long as that person sends him a message, no matter what is most important in her heart, he will try not to be too overbearing.

The reality told him again.

That man didn't care about him at all.

Feelings are always like multiplication. As long as one side is zero, the result is zero.

Qin Mo turned his face sideways, his eyes a little lowered.

The driver didn't know what his young master was thinking. He kept looking at the rear mirror. It wasn't until he left that road that his vision changed, but it became even more lifeless.

It was like going back to before I met Ninth Master.

Not interested in anything.

The emotion is very light, and the eyes are also very light.

Such a young master is really worrying...

The scenery outside the car window is going backwards, and time is passing by.

Bo Jiu didn't continue drinking. He took out his wallet to pay the bill and glanced at his roommate who was squatting in the corner and still vomiting.

He stood there and lit another cigarette.

I've never smoked so many cigarettes.

Even when my aunt comes and wants to relieve the pain, she only takes half a stick.

But not smoking seems a bit impossible.

Perhaps she never thought that that person would treat her like a normal person and just pass her by with an indifferent expression.

My heart shrank.

Come to think of it this should be the lightest.

When the great god knows her true identity.

Will it be a hundred times more indifferent than now?

No one can predict it.

Just do something else to stop yourself from thinking about it.

That way, it wouldn't be so boring.

It would be natural for the two of them to meet again in the national finals.

Bo Jiu knew that she did this unethically, but perhaps the master didn't know that what he liked was just her wearing the outer layer of a student.

In fact, the real her is not that white.

Beneath this outer layer, she is an international criminal.

He also said that he would catch Z with his own hands and send her to prison.

Bo Jiu doesn't regret taking this road, but sometimes she thinks that it would be nice if she could have that person walking with her on this road.

But Bo Jiu knew very well that they were destined to take different paths.

The methods are also different.

God follows the law.

And she used her own methods.

If she could, she hoped that in his mind, she was just the person he wanted to separate from, not a criminal...

Qin Club.

Several laptops are opened at the same time.

A meeting is being held in the conference room.

Anyone with eyes can tell that Mr. Qin's pressure today is lower than ever before.

Probably because it was too low, I was even absent-minded in the meeting.

But this was not that cruel to them. Apart from being a little frightened, everything else was fine.

As the four words "meeting ends" fell.

The managers fled the scene.

Feng Yi originally wanted to talk to him about Little Spades, but now it seems that whoever mentions that name will not end up much better.

Qin Mo stood up and moved his fingers as if he had touched something. He turned his eyes to the side and saw a silver USB flash drive igniter lying quietly there...