National School Prince Is A Girl

"it is good."

When Bo Jiu said the word, his thin lips were extremely pale.

But the corner of the mouth was smiling.

No one knows except Feng Yi.

Just along the way, the only action of the teenager was to drink two painkillers.

Feng Yi looked at Bo Jiu worriedly, so how about 5V5.

However, if Spades Z does not play, then Dimeng is destined to lose.

"Do you want me to do something?" Looking at the teenager so uncomfortable, Feng Yi didn't know what was wrong with the other party, it seemed to be a stomachache: "Is it because the interrogation room is too cold, and you didn't eat anything?"

Bo Jiu raised his arm and yelled without over-explaining his physical condition. He raised his eyes and carried a layer of virtual sweat.

Feng Yi knew what the boy meant, and turned his head to the driver and said, "Cut down."

"The approach is a little bit twisted, Jiu Shao's body ..."

Bo Jiu hugged the cat, his voice low: "No effect."

"Then sit well in nine less." The driver's skill is still good, which shows that he usually avoids the media.

It was just along the way that Feng Yi could only see the pale side of the teenager's face, bending his stomach against the stomach, and it was uncomfortable to read.

"Do you want to drink some hot water?" Feng Yi proposed to get off the car and buy a cup of things.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes, not knowing whether it was because of the pain, and his voice was a little bit sandy. "Go to the venue first, and give me a cigarette first."

Cigarettes can stop the pain. Feng Yi looked at the young boy with his head down and lit cigarettes. He remembered for a moment that he had such a look after a wrist injury.

At that time, his fingertips were stained with blood, but he was thinking about going to the game.

Only that time, did not catch up.

This time ... I hope time can wait for them.

Outside the car window, another red light came on.

Bo Jiu felt uncomfortable, but his attention did not move away from the live broadcast of the game.

Inside the eSports venue.

The character operated by Lin Feng is dead once.

This is undoubtedly very unfavorable for Dimeng.

In the last 1V1, Dimeng has lost.

If you lose again in this game.

Then... all the fans tightened the clothes in front of their chests.

"The first resurrection time is less than 20 seconds. 20 seconds Yunhu should be able to support it, but it is necessary to lose a moat." The commentator's voice sounded: "The current form is really not good. ."

"Spade Z is not here." Another commentator was very sorry: "The presence or absence of a team captain will directly affect the momentum of this team, and the God League lost the first game. Redeemed. "

"Actually, this is not the strongest line-up of Dimeng, Qin Mo is not here."

"There is no way, the game looks at the outcome, not the other."

Inside the car, Feng Yi can also hear the analysis of these two people.

He raised his eyes and looked at Bo Jiu again.

"They can win." The young man's voice was very weak, but his eyes were bright: "Say 5V5 will be left to me, and it will definitely be left to me."

That moment.

Feng Yi didn't say anything more, turned his head and said to the driver: "Let's drive a little faster and drive directly into the venue. I will do the follow-up work."

Less than the last moment.

Just give up.

This has always been the spirit conveyed to all by Dimeng.

As an agent, he doesn't think he should be too much.

Not just to have more drinks with the venue staff.

As long as you can arrive on time.

Lin Feng, who had died once, was obviously somewhat restrained, and the play became conservative.

At this moment.

Yunhu, who was still guarding the tower, stopped his movements.

There was a free hand.

Pressed on the back of Lin Feng's hand holding the mouse.