The national school idol is a girl

Luoluo's gaze paused: "You think so far?"

"Playing in a competition is not a one-person affair." Bo Jiu raised his eyes and said, "You have been through that kind of journey, and you should understand that being squeezed out by trainees at the same time will not be a good feeling."

Luoluo looked at the person in front of her.

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"It's nothing." Luoluo stretched out her hand: "You are so handsome, I want to pinch you."

Bo Jiu held his trouser pocket with one hand: "Pinch as you like."

Luoluo was really confused, how could this person know so many things.

Normally I wouldn't even say a word.

Maybe this is gentleness.

Luoluo focused her attention again on the small figure not far away.

The child's black strands were now a little longer, hitting his eyelids, where he was quietly taunting the fat man.

Occasionally, I would have my hands free to help them clean their keyboards and carry water for them to drink.

I never said I was tired.

The bitter melon juice they drank was also made by little Bey.

Basically during the holidays, Bo Jiu would let little Bey stay at the base.

No one knows except the people within the team.

Because Bey’s share of the meal money was paid by Bo Jiu.

Including air tickets to Arami, too.

In fact, every country's team will have new players in reserve.

I will take it there to experience it during this world competition.

Although the Imperial Alliance has been disbanded.

But Bo Jiu is the master.

The nature of being a calf-protector will never change.

Others have it, how could her apprentice not have it.

And this time.

Everyone knows that Bo Jiu has been deliberately training Bey in other positions.

All-around play except assassin.

"You are looking forward to Bey coming back, right?" There was a low smile in Luo Luo's voice, and she pinched her handsome face: "Otherwise, there is no need to train her like this."

Bo Jiu leaned there lazily, not speaking yet.

He was dragged over by someone.

It's Qin Mo.

Luoluo's hands all fell away.

Qin Mo pressed the person in his arms, his eyelids were half-raised, and he still looked careless, but when his eyes fell on Luoluo, he felt a little cold: "I want to find you, Captain Xiao, to make fun of me."

Luoluo turned her eyes and looked at the other person walking over. Their Captain Xiao's face was mainly not very attractive to pinch.

Qin Mo has already taken the person away.

Luo Luo originally wanted to complain to Xiao Jing: "That guy in Qin Mo is too stingy. I can't even pinch Xiao Spade's face."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jing only glanced at her and said in a slow voice: "You think you and Z are a little too close."

Luoluo was stunned for a moment, a little stunned, could he even...

Xiao Jing was wearing a white coat, and he had an aura about not eating fireworks: "You want to pinch me in the future."

Luoluo:......

Qin Mo behaved even more differently after leaving the base and getting into the car.

After holding someone's chin and looking at it for a long time.

The fingertips slightly rubbed the place where Luoluo had pinched her.

Finally, the eyebrows were slightly twisted.

"What's going on between you and Luoluo?"

Bo Jiuyi smiled: "Don't you know, she is my goddess? To be honest, Brother Mo, if I were a boy, then I really wouldn't have anything to do with you."

"Ha." Qin Mo chuckled, then leaned forward and bit the man's ear: "You still want to be a boy?"

Bo Jiuwei froze, as if he wanted to tease her too much.

Qin Mo's voice was slow, and his breath hit the back of her ears. It was so numb that people couldn't push him away: "Mrs. Qin, have I been too indulgent to you lately, huh?"