National School Prince Is A Girl

Xue Yaoyao raised his head and stared at the beautiful and excessive teenager in front of him.

Bo Jiu laughed softly and continued: "Don't forget, our goal is to dominate the new competition."

It is because of the handsome posture of the young evil spirit that it makes people feel more enthusiastic.

If she started playing "Heroes" at first, she just wanted to find some friendship and comfort in the game world that were not available in reality.

Now she not only found it, she also learned to fight and be strong.

This is a battlefield.

If the Nine Temples are kings, then they are his loyal knights.

Each of us will tell ourselves at some point.

If I were strong enough, I would laugh in the face of humiliation and loudly say "No!"

This game is more than just a game.

They must fight for dignity!

Will it be tomorrow, when others know the identity of Nine Palaces and Spades Z, will they not look at her with so many strange eyes?

The night before the game, someone was destined to sleep well.

Xue Yaoyao was the first. After finishing a math problem, she forced herself to lie down in bed early, but could not toss and turn to sleep. The last one sat up and began to study the techniques Bo Jiu gave her.

In the same state, there are Feng Shang.

He was sitting in front of the computer without brushing his books. He just looked at the game characters on the screen and glanced over at the place on the calendar where a red circle was heavily drawn.

Professional team players ... that's something he didn't dare to dream about before.

Feng Shang bowed his head, squeezed the mouse in his hand, and he took off his glasses. He was really handsome.

Internet cafes are still playing games, and the "Hero" page is hanging high above.

Someone knocked on the bar: "Boss? HI, boss! What are you doing? Come and have a Coke!"

Yin Wuyao didn't speak, holding a cigarette and handed the coke over.

The man touched his chin and asked, "What is the boss doing today?"

"I don't know, it seems to be different from usual, and it is said that today's Internet cafe will lock the door at ten thirty."

"Fuck! So early ?! I'm planning to stay up all night! I haven't seen any Internet cafe that doesn't open night show! Our boss is wayward!"

Yin Wuyao shot the cigarette butt: "What are you talking about? The cubs are all packed and ready to close."

"Really closed? No, boss, uncle! Where are you going to go, and the Internet cafe is not open?"

Yin Wuyao paused, took the coat, and slapped it on his shoulders: "Uncle, I'm going to return to my old career, professional fight."

After dropping this sentence, Yin Wuyao went out of the Internet cafe.

A group of coercion was left behind.

"Have you just heard? Old, boss, he said he was going to play the league?"

"Will the boss be joking?"

"It's impossible for him to be at this age ..."

The Internet cafe was too cold outside, and Yin Wuyao regretted that he ran out on impulse. According to the truth, he is not small. In the words of the children, the speed and eyesight in the professional team have long been unable to keep up.

What can a 30-year-old uncle jump?

But the body rekindled the blood involuntarily.

He thought, probably because of the young man's words, he said: "How much is it enough to win an award, without shocking the e-sports world, what games are still playing."