National School Prince Is A Girl

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Before Lin Feng asked.

Bo Jiu on this side has stood up, pressing her slender neck with her left hand and twisting to the right.

"It's finally me."

This person's personality matches her look in a uniform.

The zipper never refused to pull up securely.

Half open, revealing the white T-shirt inside.

The whole person stood tall and slender as the teenager stood up.

The point is, this dew does not matter.

Instantly set off a boom in the field!

Not because of anything else.

Just because the dragon danced on the T-shirt with a small line of characters.

Dimeng.Heitao.

The back is written in pinyin, the font is beautiful black regular script.

There is also a green ribbon badge on the back of the black regular script.

Everyone knows what the green ribbon badge represents.

This is a concept that spades fans initially determined when they established the support club.

Support should be more than just superficial.

Try to do positive energy.

However, how could the clothes ...

The officially supported girls stood up and covered their lips before screaming: "Then, that's what we should support..."

Yes, that's a one-off support T-shirt that every spade fan will wear.

No one thought that the boy would wear it on himself!

I'm not a fan, I don't know what kind of mood it is.

What's more, the teenager turned his face and smiled towards them, his eyes bright and his eyes deep.

Because I like a person too much.

So it ’s really hard to forget what that person looked like when he failed.

The same e-sports arena.

Not long ago.

The teenager stood here, scarred.

Being splashed with Coke, being discussed, being spurned.

Whether it is a powerful person will never let you see his wound.

When he came back.

A crackling keyboard sound!

At the moment when the special effects of the game sounded, people saw the person on the screen, swiping toward the other party like a wind, and the light rushed by the assassin was handsome and dazzling.

The teenager sitting in front of the computer, with a headphone cord hanging on his neck, a clean and white profile, looks handsome.

The light-colored thin lips were still smiling, and their eyes seemed to stare at the screen lazily.

The expression is calm under the screen astigmatism, but the eyelashes are dyed with arcs. Such arcs are very eye-catching.

Whether you like him or not.

As an e-sports player.

The hands on the keyboard made it hard to see where the dots were.

One hand switches the view angle of the small picture and the big picture.

When playing on the big screen, it is a series of screen switching.

Seeing that the commentator is so dumbfounded!

This, so fast, also made him nagging!

Some people say that playing games depends on equipment and level.

Do not deny that sometimes it is.

But sometimes, when you encounter that kind of hand speed, you do n’t have much attack power.

Because the man who ran you can't beat him at all!

The artillery head was clearly aimed at the figure flying towards him.

But the man had a bayonet in his hand on the side of the figure, and allowed the flames to burst out behind him.

The chic didn't even look back.

Uh!

Bayonet lay up.

Backlit ice cold.

Close combat.

No one can win the Assassin of Spades Z.

Skills burst, slow down and suppress, vampire retreat, and one more stab!

K, O!

"Pretty!" The narrator's fists couldn't help but pat on the table.

The audience looked back, and the expression was clearly saying: Finally, there is something slow to explain.

Narrator: ... blame me!