National School Prince Is A Girl Chapter 9 - Fu Jiu and Qin Mo’s First Official Encounter 2

Chapter 9: Fu Jiu and Qin Mo’s First Official Encounter 2

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Upon hearing people complimenting her, Fu Jiu turned her head as her lips curled into a smile. “Thanks, you are very pretty too.”
Well, it was hard to describe it precisely… but that smile was really flirty!
The girls who were addressed covered their faces instantly. They were burning hot!
Chen Xiaodong, who was behind Fu Jiu, looked like he had seen a ghost. “Young Master… Did you just flirt with those girls?”
Fu Jiu raised her eyebrow. “Is there any problem? They are very cute.”
“Didn’t you say that you were born to like men?!” Chen Xiaodong lowered his voice.
Fu Jiu casually asked back, “What does that have to do with me flirting with cute girls?”
Chen Xiaodong: “…” He actually had no words to refute her!
But, when did Young Master learn how to flirt with girls? You used to hate girls and wanted to run for the hills whenever you saw them.
Look at you now!
Simply a master at picking flowers [ 1. Pick Flowers: Chase Girls] !
Fu Jiu didn’t care about what other people thought of her, especially her deskmate Jiang Feiyang. Even his eyes widened after seeing her brand new attitude towards other girls!
What was the matter with this little wimp?
Thinking of stealing others’ girlfriends?
There was fire burning in Jiang Feiyang’s eyes, and he looked like he was going to create trouble again.
Fu Jiu carelessly threw her school bag down and looked at him with one hand in her pocket.
Jiang Feiyang’s spirit was getting weaker and weaker, weaker and weaker… At last, he lowered his head and gave way to Fu Jiu.
“Heh,” Fu Jiu laughed out and sat on her chair. She took out a lollipop and put it into her mouth, looking very much like a foppish scion.
Jiang Feiyang’s hand on his desk tightened, but in the end he didn’t lash out, because he really wasn’t a match against this opponent.
How did that little wimp, who used to follow him around, turn into such a monster all of a sudden? This life was simply not livable anymore!
While the most handsome man in Class 013 was still troubled, the English teacher came in from outside.
Fu Jiu realized this was a subject that she was good at, so her fingers moved under the desk and took out a tablet and keyboard that she had already prepared.
The upright English textbook covered the tablet, and the keyboard was inside the desk. She knew how to touch type, so there was no need to even bend her head.
With a single click, she had logged onto the game server.
Before Fu Jiu went to the announcement column to take on job requests, she saw that the friend requests from last time were still there.
Qin Mo?
She wanted to reject it again, but Jiang Feiyang screamed out uncontrollably when he saw the tablet screen from the side, “Qin! Young Master Qin!”
This title was like a tornado that swept through the whole classroom.
“What did he just say? Young Master Qin?”
“Is Young Master Qin here?!”
“Not possible! Without a school invite, that male god won’t walk around inside the school. We don’t even see him more than twice a year, alright!”
“Then whose name did Handsome Jiang just call out?”
“No idea. What happened?”
Jiang Feiyang’s finger was pointing at Fu Jiu’s textbook, but it was actually pointing at the tablet beneath it. His lips were shaking, “Young Master Qin, he…”
“Teacher!” Fu Jiu stopped him before Jiang Feiyang could finish his sentence, and she looked at the podium. “Jiang Feiyang is disturbing the class by making random noises. He obviously doesn’t show any respect for the teachers or the rules.”
The English teacher was already so angry that blue veins bulged out of her forehead. Hearing Fu Jiu’s words, she said instantly, “Everyone else, study by yourselves for now. Jiang Feiyang, come with me to the office now!”
Jiang Feiyang was truly suffering from such a great injustice. Pointing at Fu Jiu, he said to the English teacher in a rush, “No, Teacher, it was him…”
“What about him?” The English teacher walked over and laid her eyes on Fu Jiu’s upright textbook.
Then, she raised her hand…