Chapter 290 Interaction Between Qin God and Nine Masters

What are you looking at again?

The boy's movement of turning his head was too obvious.

Qin Mo's attention will of course be distracted.

Fu Jiu looked back: I always felt that someone was watching us just now.

You have good instincts. Qin Mo's voice was very weak, it sounded like an ordinary brother praising his younger brother.

Fu Jiu was of course happy to be praised, and just wanted to share her opinion.

However, the master's next sentence was a set pattern: How did you develop such a good intuition? Just relying on the pure campus environment?

It is really impossible to relax your vigilance against the great god at all times.

Fu Jiu sighed, and blinked his left eye. He is very handsome: he was trained in school, and his teachers like to poke their necks in from the back door, and my intuition has improved over time. Brother Mo, as a top student, you can’t understand how we scumbags want to send a WeChat message or read it in class, and dare to take out the phone after listening to all directions. It can only be done with intuition, otherwise you will be scanned, your mobile phone will be confiscated, and you will be called to the office by the teacher to have a heart-to-heart talk.

After hearing the boy's explanation, Qin Mo slightly raised his eyes.

Fu Jiu knew that no matter what, this reason should have moved the master a little bit.

However, the master is always unexpectedly straightforward: It seems that you are very experienced. How many times have you been talked about before you sum it up?

Fu Jiu:

She seemed to have misunderstood something just now.

The great god's mood didn't seem to improve.

It's getting late. Qin Mo glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and said to the team members who were staring dumbfounded: "Everyone go back to the hotel, there is a new schedule for tomorrow." ah? Yes, captain!

Lin Feng and the others were even slower in reacting.

After all, the captain is about to leave after reconciliation, so of course Liuli can't force him to stay.

With a smile on her face, she wanted to send the Imperial League team out.

But when Fu Jiu walked to the machine at the door.

Suddenly, something hits the ground.

If it wasn't for Fu Jiu's quick response and good skill, if it were someone else, she would definitely lie there directly.

Qin Mo was walking in front of Fu Jiu. Hearing the noise, he immediately retreated and pulled the young man to the left. Immediately afterwards, his cold eyes met the culprit on the right.

It was a man from Tokyo with a handsome face, with earphones on his head, blond hair, deep eye sockets, and a piece of black underneath.

This is often caused by the reversal of day and night.

His outstretched legs were definitely not accidental.

Because of that posture, it was full of provocation: A team from China?

The man spoke Tokyo dialect.

Not all players can understand.

But Qin Mo and Fu Jiu understood.

The man stood up and looked at Fu Jiu: You played well just now, oh yes, I forgot, you don't understand Tokyo dialect, boss, come and translate for me.

Need not. Fu Jiu's voice was very weak: I understand.

The authentic Tokyo accent stunned the man for a moment, and then he smiled viciously: Since this is the case, you should be from the Shonan team, right? I'm Sakura, how about we see who is the real rookie king of each other's teams in advance?