National School Prince Is A Girl

At least at first he did.     

But when he thought about the fact that the other person was in his youthful rebellion period, well, then he stood on the skateboard.     

"Both feet on it." Fu Jiu looked back at Qin Mo.     

Qin Mo took a glance at the youth's handsome face, very delicate, and lifted his finger to flick Fu Jiu in the forehead. "I know. Turn around, and look ahead. If you don't skateboard well, we'll be dead together in the skateboard crash."     

"How could that happen? Trust this old driver's skill and I'll take you to fly." Fu Jiu smiled for a while, then posed with sliding forward, but she saw the person behind her stand still for a long time, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Mo? "     

Qin Mo said "hum", and his eyes deepend. Finally, he put his hands on the youth's shoulders. The fresh sweet scent of the breath became stronger. It was such a good smell, with a hint of coolness.     

Standing side by side, the two men were so close that even their hearts seemed to be able to synchronize.     

Qin Mo had never been so close with anyone. Every time the youngster pushed off with his left leg, it would bring a gust of wind. This action was really handsome, and it seemed that there would be no great danger.     

But… Qin Mo lowered his eyes, and looked at the silver small whirl on the top of the youngster's head, raising his eyebrows. "Last time, did you say that you were growing up? But why aren't you growing taller?"     

Fu Jiu heard this, and hummed faintly, thinking inwardly that she didn't grow taller, because the nutrients had gone elsewhere.     

Qin Mo still thought his words were so direct that it made the youngster feel self-conscious. After all, although the youth was very handsome, he was not tall. He thought again, and added a sentence. "You should participate in more outdoor sports later. Boys are all like this, and you will grow up quickly when you are in your Senior Grade Three. "     

'It was a pity that she was a girl,' Fu Jiu replied silently. She skillfully avoided the uneven places in front of them, and finally turned onto the main road. "Brother Mo, firmly grasp on and I will speed up."     

It was not too early, but it was earlier than ten o'clock. There was still night buses on the road.     

In addition to the bright lights in the high-rise buildings lining the street, there were two attractive shadows.     

Did those two people skateboard on the same board?     

No, not right, was it supposed to be a two-man skateboard?     

Who came up with this idea?     

Fu Jiu's silver hair was so attractive that people who were still yawning on the bus all became energetic after seeing this scene.     

Taking advantage of the brief time waiting for the red light to turn green for the bus, one by one the people couldn't help looking out of the window.     

They just saw that a youth, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, skateboard past the front of the bus, and the man standing behind the youngster was handsome enough to make people slightly dizzy.     

Because the two wore black coats, which always gave people the illusion that the devil had come to the world, the impact of their flashy aesthetic sense seemed unreal.     

The crowd was stunned.     

What was this!?     

Now were the people skateboarding all good-looking?     

Weren't they filming?     

And how did two people slide by on one skateboard, how on earth did they make it?     

This might usually be a little bit difficult, but these two guys were very skillful and very good at balancing the force, and in addition, Fu Jiu was in charge of adjusting the skateboard.     

Finally, this scene could happen.     

"It's better to be young."     

Many people sighed enviously like this as they saw two shadows disappear into the thick fog. They involuntarily thought of their own youth.     

But no matter how much they recalled, it seemed that there were no such handsome people back then.     

Qin Mo had never experienced such a feeling before. The wind in his ears was cold, but the body temperature of another person under his hand was a warm heat that swept up his palm little by little…