Chapter 1122.
National School Prince Is A Girl
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âSo what?â Bo Jiu asked. When she drove past the shop again, she stopped her car again.
The owner of the shop had just been questioned by the police so he was in a bad mood. He spoke without looking up, âWhat do you want?â
Bo Jiu pointed at a pair of furry black cat ears hung on the wall. âThis.â
âHey, itâs you again.â The owner finally found someone to complain to. âBrother, I misunderstood you just now. After you left, I was questioned by someone again. My customers were so scared they didnât dare to come in.â
Bo Jiu remained indifferent. âWhy did they question you again?â
âThey asked me if thereâs anything I forgot to say.â The black man shrugged. âThey also asked if the man was suspicious. If you ask me, I think that they underestimate the power of the grudges between ladies. They should proceed in this direction.â
Bo Jiu raised her eyebrows. âWhat do you mean?â
âSimple.â The owner took out two indescribable props. âBefore no. 2 appeared, no. 1 was the top sales. After no. 2 came, she always acted arrogantly in front of no. 1. Do you think no. 1 will get angry? Let me tell you secretly. Iâve seen that lady before. When she knew that her boyfriend cheated on her, her eyes turned really dark. Itâs frightening when a lady glares at someone with those eyes. Most importantly, she wasnât looking at the man. She was looking at the other lady. I feel that she has the motive for murder.â
Bo Jiu frowned. âBut she shouldnât be the murderer, right? Based on what you said, both the ladies are dead.â
âThatâs why I find it strange too.â The owner shook his head. âEver since that incident happened, my business has been bad. Two ladies died in the vicinity and both of them came to my shop before.â
The messy information made Bo Jiu confused. âWhat do you think about that man?â
The owner pursed his lips. âBesides being flirtatious, thereâs nothing wrong with him. From a certain point of view, the Chinese ladies here are easier to get. Iâm sure you donât know that, right?â
Bo Jiu turned serious when she heard this. She was rarely so serious. âI have to speak up for our Chinese ladies. Not all ladies are like that. You only met a small portion of them. In China, many ladies have self-respect, self-love, and are self-reliant. They are warm, pure, and dependable. They do many amazing things but they remain humble. When they notice any injustice, they will stand up. They know how to respect and admire other people. They work hard for their dreams. Thatâs how they are like.â
The owner was used to the youngsterâs short replies so when he heard this long speech, he was stunned for a moment. He touched Bo Jiuâs shoulder with his fist. âThis kind of lady is amazing. I was biased just now.â
âYou can visit China if you have a chance in the future.â Bo Jiu smiled. âYouâll definitely like the place. You can also bring your goods over there to sell.â
âOh, Brother, I thought that Chinese people are very shy. They might not be able to accept this.â
Bo Jiu spun the cat ears on her hand. âThis is used by the entire world. Why wonât they accept it?â
The owner laughed loudly.
It was a delightful shopping experience.
The Lamborghini, Little Blackie, felt that it waited for a really long time. When Bo Jiu came back, the line on the navigation system fluctuated. âLow efficiency. This isnât your style.â
âI changed the ownerâs view of Chinese ladies.â Bo Jiu reversed the car with one hand.
The navigation system remained quiet for a few seconds after hearing this. âMaster, you changed.â
Bo Jiu opened her mouth. âHuh?â
Little Blackie replied, âYouâve never spoken up for anyone in the past.â
Bo Jiu said, âNow, I will.â
Little Blackie was curious. âWhy?â
Bo Jiu answered, âBecause Iâm not doing it alone.â
Little Blackie asked, âWhat do you mean?â
Bo Jiu continued, âIâm not the only one doing such a thing. There are many people who are speaking up for justice. I saw cases in China in the past. They are a group of amazing ladies. They are as ambitious as men. I donât wish that when they have the chance to go overseas, other people will have prejudice against them.â
Little Blackie only said, â... Human emotions are so complicated. For instance, you like that little vixen and donât want him to leave. However, you still remind me to let him drive me if he uses me. Itâs so contradictory.â
Bo Jiu turned on the high beam. The light reflected in her eyes, making her look sharp. âBecause I know that no matter how much I want to keep him here, he doesnât belong here. He can only be himself if he returns to where he should be.â
No matter how intelligent Little Blackie was, it couldnât solve the relationship problem between humans.
Bo Jiu didnât tell Qin Mo about his lost memory because she was worried about this. If he knew about his past, what would he do to her? Should he apprehend her or not?
Also, when they had been young, he had said that he wanted to groom her into an elegant lady. He would definitely frown if he saw her current state.
Since he had chosen to lose his memory, it meant that that memory was too painful for him. It was good if he recalled his past but if he didnât, she wouldnât want to tear his wounds and hurt him one more time.
Bo Jiu didnât know what had happened in the past but she only had one aim now: She must destroy the organization that had targeted the Almighty and had pretended to be her.
The Maidenâs Sacrifice... Bo Jiu lowered her gaze and looked at the string of numbers in the photo.
She didnât enter the castle after parking her car. Instead, she turned on her phone and sent a message over. âHoshino, I think that I still need you.â
The night was dark and the castle seemed exceptionally quiet under the moonlight.
On the other side of the earth, someone just woke up. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a packet of milk. He opened the packet of milk with his teeth and looked at the cat that was lying in the living room. He walked over with a warm and gentle smile on his face.
He was in casual clothes. The shirt hung loosely on his body when he squatted down.
The cat meowed. It stuck out its lip and licked the manâs palm.
âI didnât expect you to be rebellious the first day after I picked you up from the streets.â You Sixin had his hair bundled behind him like silk. It was hard to believe that a man with this kind of hairstyle still looked so sharp and handsome.
âYou donât eat anything I feed you. You only eat when Hoshino feeds you. Do you remember who was the one that picked you up?â You Sixin grabbed the cat as he spoke.
Hoshino, however, saved the cat and replied, âThereâs milk on the table. Go and drink it.â
You Sixin pouted unexpectedly. However, he still took the packet of milk obediently and kicked something away. âWhen is the competition starting? Iâve been so bored recently.â
âYou can play friendly matches already. You are the one who doesnât want to participate.â Hoshino patted the cat as he spoke. Then, he laughed and continued, âThe cat is quite similar to you.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âAre you joking? This weak little creature is like me?â You Sixin had mafia blood in him so when he placed his hand on his forehead, he looked like a noble. âDoes it have the right to?â
Hoshino wanted to speak but the phone in his pocket vibrated. The unique ringtone caused Hoshino to put down everything he had in his hand and stood up straight. His side profile was like jade. When he saw the message, he pressed his finger on the screen. âReceived. Iâll go over immediately.â
You Sixin saw Hoshino entering his room. When he came out again, there was a black suitcase in his hand.
âWhere are you going?â You Sixin slowly frowned.
Hoshino had nothing to hide from him now. âAmerica.â
âWhat about the competition?â You Sixinâs voice turned low.
Hoshino didnât turn his head. âIâll come back before the start of the competition.â
When the door closed, You Sixin stood up. The more he stared at the cat, the more uncomfortable he felt. He lifted the cat again. âHoshino always has poor eyesight. Do you look like me? What kind of stupid comparison is this? Your Brother Hoshino is willing to give his life to Little Spade. If he really likes her, he can just marry her.â
âMeow, meow!â
Only the cat replied to him.
Outside the castle, Bo Jiu sat in the car and continued sending messages. She didnât know that when she was doing this, Qin Mo was standing on the balcony on the second floor. He seemed to have waited for a long time. Night dew could be seen on the tip of his hair. It was a little wet.
He thought that someone would come up immediately. From his angle, he could see that she was doing something or contacting someone on her phone.
Qin Moâs hand tightened around the railings and released them soon after. His gaze turned darker.
Bo Jiu had confirmed Hoshinoâs schedule. She wanted to close the page but, in that moment, her gaze turned sharp. Could it be?!
Bo Jiu slammed the car door shut. While Little Blackie complained about how rough she was, Bo Jiu had already flown up the stairs and pushed the door open.
She looked at Qin Mo, who was standing in front of the window, and said, âI know what the numbers mean.â
âSudoku,â Qin Mo replied indifferently.
The word successfully caused Bo Jiu to stop in her tracks. She felt speechless. âWhen did you guess it?â
âWhen you were here, I couldnât guess it.â Qin Mo seemed unconcerned. âAfter all, my rich father is very stupid. Stupidity is contagious.â
In actual fact, Bo Jiu really affected his thoughts. When that fellow was hovering around him, he just wanted to kiss her.
Bo Jiu shrugged. âFine. So, what does that sentence mean?â
âRich father, you seem to have forgotten that you kidnapped me and took away my phone.â
Bo Jiu swore that the Almighty was mocking her when he called her rich father. The Almightyâs teasing always occurred unconsciously.
âTake my phone.â Bo Jiu stretched out her hand and wanted to pass her phone to Qin Mo.
However, Almighty Qinâs gaze landed on the pair of furry ears. âWhatâs that?â
Bo Jiu: ... F*ck, I forgot to hide it...