National School Prince Is A Girl

At the end, only the side of Bo Ji is empty.

It is already obvious who Xue Yaoyao wants to have.

The other two girls also supported her. After all, the nine halls were in such a corner, but the teacher did not say a word. Some people did not see it as well. The vague sense of crowding was still there.

In school, they all rely on results, and they all understand.

I just didn't want to go one step. I also looked at the nine halls and sat in the corner.

The physics teacher obviously didn't understand the thoughts of these students. The voice became a bit cold: "The teacher has said very clearly. Men and women can't be at the same table. Xue, you should be clear about your situation. It is a good university to be admitted to you. The only way out now, don't think about unrealistic things, have time to read more books, sit down."

Xue Yaoyao still wants to say something.

Bo Jiu lifted up and gave her a "slightly safe" look and smiled at her. It meant that it was okay to sit in the back row.

Only... This physics teacher seems to have a big prejudice against himself.

If it is because of learning, Bo Jiu will not find a teacher, this is a matter of principle.

I don't know if it was because of the physical reason of studying with the great **** for one night. This class, she actually had a little understanding.

However, the physics teacher teaches the class to not focus on the point. In short, it is a bit inferior to the big god.

Perhaps it is probably not a question of the ability of the teacher, but a great god.

Bo Jiu once again remembered the information she had seen in the Qin family study, her heart crime, logical reasoning, forensic common sense, these books, ordinary people, should not go to see often...

Here, Bo Jiu thought deeply, and there was really no unhappy expression on the face of Xue Yaoyao who saw the boy, and he followed his heart.

She knows that both the students and the teachers have long been ingrained in the impression of the nine-story waste, so that if she had the feeling of isolation, she had tasted it, so she wanted to go to a table with the nine halls.

It is obvious that the nine halls are not her after all.

That person has a very strong inner heart.

Never mind what is crowded out.

Just like now, he is holding a squat, taking notes on the notes, as if he doesn't care where he is sitting.

One day, when people know the true identity of the Nine Hall, they will know... He is never a waste of waste!

It’s good to have a table for one person. The game on Bojiu is exceptionally smooth, and it doesn’t have to be deliberately avoided. After all, she is using Qin’s account, and whoever sneaked into it will only be in trouble.

In general, no friends are added to the game, it is difficult to find the specific location of the player.

But this is not a big thing for Bo Jiu. Using micro-data control, it directly locks in the "reward you and punches the music" and sends a dialogue window through the alliance platform: "Is it?"

Feng, who was still playing the game, was shocked. He thought he was poisoned. Another person who spoke was his idol. He immediately came to the spirit: "Yes, in, in!"

"At 7 o'clock this evening, see the West City Internet Cafe. "Bo Jiuyi lazyly said: "We have teamed up to brush this."

Feng hasn't been to the Internet cafe yet. I want to think that the real people can work together to make a copy. I feel excited: "Well, all, listen to the idol!"

Bo Jiu smiled: "I will go with my sister teammates. After seeing people, don't be nervous."