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Chapter 9: Poor and Cold School Prince 7
The ears of the people who were rubbing against the ground made a terrifying "bang" sound.

The thin boy stepped on the wailing man's chest and crushed it, his eyes fierce: "Go to the police station and turn yourself in for the bad things you did. As for the injuries on your body, just say that you fell down."

"Otherwise, I don't mind giving you a ride when the time comes."

A journey of what?
Everyone reasonably suspected that what she didn't finish saying was "go see the King of Hell."

Several people on the ground rolled and crawled out.

Ling Mo in the private room looked up at the male protagonist, and thought of how arrogant he was in school, and felt a little disgusted.

"Oh, the young master is here. I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person. Dad should have entertained you personally."

The young man deliberately lowered his voice, but he didn't know that when the box was opened, the fragrance that was familiar to the soul rushed into Bo Mianzhi's nose.

Light, with a hint of grassy bitterness.

His tongue tip touched his cheek, his eyes swept over the stick in her hand, and he suddenly laughed.

It was so abrupt, and everyone was completely confused.

But Master Bo doesn't care what others think.

At this moment, he just felt that the person in front of him was becoming more and more to his liking.

Delicious...I want to eat it whole.

"Little dad... Dad? Do you like me calling you that?"

The boy has three-dimensional facial features. He is of Chinese and Italian descent, with black hair and blue eyes, and looks like a noble aristocrat from the last century.

As I walked forward step by step, a somewhat oppressive aura rushed towards me.

Ling Mo's brows hidden behind the mask drooped slightly, and he felt a little scared when he saw the male protagonist driving everyone else out.

It’s not that I’m afraid, but once my identity is discovered, I won’t be able to continue the story.

She raised the stick and pressed it against the chest of the person moving forward. She said in a bad tone, "Master, if you have any instructions, just say it right there."

Bo Mianzhi held the other end of the stick tightly, moved closer to look at her, and locked eyes with her.

"You haven't answered me yet, do you like this name?"

There was a smile on his lips and his eyes were frighteningly dark.

The male lead insisted on calling her dad? That's a good thing!
"It's okay. As long as the young master likes it, I don't care." Ling Mo was not afraid of him and responded slowly.

"What is the relationship between the little father and the mother?"

"You call me little daddy, so of course we're in bed together."

"..."

Bo Mianzhi's face suddenly became scary. He clenched the stick in his hand, then pulled it out and threw it on the ground.

Ling Mo sensed danger and stepped back suddenly, leaning his back against the wall.

"What does the young master do?"

She stared at the man in front of her with a defensive posture, as if she was going to beat him up if he dared to mess around.

Looking at the tense boy, Bo Mianzhi smiled with unclear meaning. He wanted to turn the coin out of habit, but then he remembered that he was stepped on by the childhood sweetheart of the person in front of him.

"My mother has good taste. Little dad is very handsome, right? Why don't you take off the mask and let me have a glimpse of him?"

"My dear son, your Chinese is not that good. The one who saw a beautiful girl is a girl."

"It's really not very good. Little dad, will you teach me?"

There is nothing wrong with the first grade teaching the second grade.

How did the topic get to this point?

Ling Mo looked at the frantic male protagonist and felt that it would be best to slip away.

"If you need a tutor, ask the boss to hire one. The little daddy will only be your father."

After saying that, regardless of the male protagonist's dark face, Ling Mo rushed out.

"It's not safe outside, kids, remember to go home!"

He wanted to take advantage of others before leaving, he smiled and watched the person disappear under the colorful lights, he couldn't help twisting his fingers.

"Young Master." This is what his subordinates in Italy called him.

"Go check. I want all his information."

The men agreed and left.

Bo Mianzhi walked around the private room and successfully found the schoolbag in a cabinet.

Inside were the boy's homework books and clothes. "Come to the bar to do homework?" He looked strange for a moment.

I glanced at the pants in my schoolbag and remembered that someone who just came in seemed to be without pants.

The atmosphere suddenly became terrifying.

He took out the boy's clothes in retaliation, but put them back halfway through, and then put the schoolbag back to its place.

She didn't want him to know her identity, so... just have some fun.

[Host, what about your schoolbag? ]

[I'll go get it tomorrow. The male lead shouldn't be so bored as to search the box. ]

Yimo Yitong happily missed the opportunity to discover the truth.

the next day.

Hot list top 4: Shock! The top student in the grade was punished to stand for not doing homework? !

Top 5 of the Hot List: Who can make Bo Shao stand in the corner? Oh, it turns out to be Nun Miejue!
……

Looking at the male protagonist standing next to him, Ling Mo couldn't understand how he could possibly stand up obediently given his privileged strength.

She didn't think too much about it, because when she saw people, she couldn't help but think of the unpleasant experience last night.

But now she is the cool and aloof school hunk and a well-behaved academic master, not an evil force that fights every day.

So he just glanced at him casually and looked towards the playground with an expressionless face. There happened to be a group of people playing basketball there at that moment.

"Do you like playing ball?"

Ling Mo looked at Bo Mianzhi strangely. Was this person looking for her to chat?

By the way, that "death warrant coin" has not been returned yet.

"I don't like it. By the way, I cleaned the coins from yesterday and will return them to you later."

"Coins..." Bo Mianzhi curled the corners of his mouth and looked at Ling Mo with a smile.

Others didn't know what it was, but how could she, as her mother's male lover, not know? She actually returned it like this, I really don't know if she is stupid or...

His eyes darkened, and he didn't want to agree with this conjecture - he was still "loyal" to his mother.

When Bo Ji was young, she was a red rose on the road, otherwise she wouldn't have bewitched her father so much that he would voluntarily give up most of China's power for her when they divorced.

Actually...he is about 40% similar to his mother, isn't he?
Ling Mo didn't know that after being silent for just a few seconds, the male protagonist thought of so many messy things.

"For you," he continued, looking nonchalant.

"Don't!" Ling Mo refused without a second's hesitation.

"I don't want anything that has been stepped on by others." Bo Mianzhi raised his chin with an impatient look.

He leaned against the wall with his arms folded, showing the pride of a young man.

Ling Mo took a deep breath and said calmly, "I'll put it on your table when I get back. You can do whatever you want with it."

"Why don't you like playing basketball?" Bo Mianzhi moved his gaze from the boy to the playground with difficulty, and then returned to the topic of "basketball".

"I'm a noob." Ling Mo made fun of himself without hesitation.

His blue eyes fixed on the young girl again, glancing over her thin arms.

If he remembered correctly, this little arm swung the stick to hit someone without hesitation last night.

The attack was swift, accurate and ruthless.

"You two, stand apart! I asked you to come out as a punishment to stand, not to talk!" Nun Miejue came out of the classroom.

Their voices could be heard inside, especially when Ling Mo said "I'm a wimp", the students in the class started to exclaim in surprise.

Ling Mo realized that he was probably, possibly, and seemed to be - socially dead.

Damn, her character!!
Facing the male protagonist's playful and malicious smile, she gritted her teeth.

You treacherous son deserves a beating!
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Ling Mo walked into the classroom pretending to be nothing, took out a rose gold coin from the bottom of the table, and placed it solemnly on the male protagonist's desk.

"I said it's yours." Bo Mianzhi leaned back in his chair and said lazily.

He didn't refuse her outside just now and went back, so Ling Mo thought he agreed.

"I do not need."

"Then you're lost."

How many lives does she have left if she loses this "Jade Seal"!
"Throw it yourself." Ling Mo did not back down.

(End of this chapter)