National School Prince Is A Girl

Qin Mo's eyes were very light, the sound of two thin lips, but the graceful was shocked: "Let's go."

With these three words falling.

Everyone stood up, with different postures and appearances, but because they wore the same uniforms, they brought a vigorous atmosphere to the people.

The lights hit.

Position the camera a bit.

When they came out.

I felt that something collapsed at this moment.

Even from the camera, it can be seen that the viewer's eyes overflowed when they saw these people.

"Dimeng-must win!"

This is a heartfelt thought that should be supported.

I don't want them to stop there.

It has always been winning!

"I didn't expect the reputation of this team to be quite big."

The most biased part of the auditorium, a person's mouth is half-curved, just by looking at the figure, he knows that this person should be good.

It's just that he's dressed up a little. When he said this, he even reached out and pressed his hat to avoid the fans passing by.

Standing on his left hand was a slender figure, with ink-like eyes looking at the silver-haired boy on the field. The tall nose bridge on the side was outlined by the flashing lights in the field.

He didn't speak.

But it can be seen that of the three people who came, he was the most central one.

"Oops, there are so many people in China."

There is also a ******, carrying the baby face of the schoolbag, pushing the glasses and looking back and forth: "This huge number of spectators, we can only see it in the national competition, usually there will be no resurrection competition. so much."

"The number of people in the country is different. I said what you do with a bear bag. It's not naive." Watanabe in a hat stretched his hand and flicked behind him.

The baby's face widened his eyes: "What do you know, this is called disguise!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again.

The man standing in the middle opened slowly, his voice very magnetic: "Find a place to sit first."

"Ah? I know!" The baby face stretched out his hand: "The second team wants to sleep, right? I bought three of the quietest seat tickets, which is very suitable for watching the game and boring, rest in place."

"Take a break, look at the beautiful women around." Watanabe has always been the character of Wan Conghua, a typical playboy. Someone said that he only loves e-sports, except for e-sports, there is no What will keep him long.

Three people sat down.

Only Hoshino's eyes were on the field.

The remaining two people, one is bored playing with the phone, one is lowering the brim.

In short, no one really takes this resurrection game in mind.

After all, international esports teams like them do have this qualification.

Not arrogance, but the most normal performance.

The resurrection match officially started.

A line of words was clearly written across the screen above.

1V1.

The members of the Imperial League team

Qin Mo!

Just the appearance of that name.

The neon lights all merged into a bunch.

Whispers rang in all directions.

It was nothing more than a man who was already sitting in front of the computer.

Elegant, ascetic, and beautiful.

However, it is such a person.

It only made his opponent feel a little.

Unspeakable shudder.

Did the Dimeng come to life?

This is clearly to get back the scene.

At the beginning, Qin Shen came out.

Have you considered how he feels about being on the court!