National School Prince Is A Girl

Chen Xiaodong couldn't find the answer.

Because he didn't know how lonely the out-of-this-world person was when the carnival of a group of people became more apparent.

The first leg of the resurrection match.

On this day, for all the members of the Dimeng League, it means the last chance.

The young man skated on the skateboard like a wind, skimming the long lane.

Outside the arena, fans are already looking forward to it.

The support should be heard no lower than in the semifinals.

Because, everyone knows that this time there are imperial leagues participating in the resurrection competition!

More than that.

What makes the fans more enthusiastic is that the man's back is back!

Bang!

The door was opened.

The first thing to look at was the pure black uniform, which was slammed by the wind.

No girl fans can't help but cover their mouths.

Some media once said that the effect caused by the appearance of Qin Mo is no less than that of first-line superstars.

This is even worse.

He was standing tall in front of the car, standing tall, with a beautiful profile, a white bandage on his left hand, like a thousand-layer petal spread, and indifferent indifference.

The word "Dimeng", dragon and phoenix dance in the wind.

Some teams next to it looked at it, and it was not easy to find that they wanted to win this time.

Because Qin Mo is back.'

Qin Mo's return brought some teams that didn't need to participate in the resurrection match, but they were sitting in the auditorium, just to see how Qin Mo healed his hands.

In the lounge.

Lin Feng stooped to tie his shoelaces, raised his hand again, and naturally put his arm on Yunhu's shoulder: "Are you worried?"

"How come." Yunhu leaned his head, his mouth still proud.

The two men are wearing the same uniforms, and when they stand together, they always wear a special suit.

The resurrection match actually tests not pure technology, but the pressure resistance and physical strength of the team members.

There is nothing wrong with physical strength.

High-intensity series.

Five consecutive games a day.

It's better than a two-hour match.

This intensity is a hone for the eyes of the contestants, not to mention the tactics and how to restore the hand speed.

Each team must measure the physical fitness and endurance of their team members, and then arrange the appearance order.

A lot of different strategies from other teams.

Qin Mo's slender fingers with cigarettes on his fingers are as handsome as a star player: "Quick battles and quick decisions are not time-consuming."

No more than eight characters.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows and turned his head to Bo Jiu, who was wearing a uniform and lowered his eyes: "Little Spade, the captain translates this meaning, don't be wordy, just do it."

"I also think it's better to win faster." The teenager raised his eyes, and the white tiger teeth held a zipper, tearing, and the uniform was worn, but the smile at the corner of the mouth was not evil. "

Lin Feng hey, these two people are really the same way, very shameless.

Also think about how other teams feel.

People are still negotiating strategies. The two of them actually thought about how to save the game time.

"At this point, you are killing quickly, and Yao sister and monk baby can't keep up." Lin Feng opened a bottle of water and made a wink towards Bo Jiu.

Bo Jiu looked back, smiled, and didn't say much, just rolled up the elbow of the sleeve of the uniform, holding a lollipop, stretched his legs calmly, loosely, and slyly.

"It's almost time." Yin Wuyao leaned against the wall and raised his hand to glance at the time on his watch.