National School Prince Is A Girl

Look at the past from his perspective.

The teenager was bowing his head to stir something.

After a while, he asked, "Brother Mo, I use your computer to pick up the video material that Feng Yi wants to pass on."

"Huh." Qin Mo closed the magazine.

Bo Jiu left the phone aside, without locking, the screen was still bright, and the phone page was a photo of two people on the bed before.

Qin Mo watched the screen slowly dim, and finally had a temperature in his eyes.

Bo Jiu is a hacker who respects the privacy of others. When he saw the lock on his notebook, he glanced at Qin Mo, and then unlocked it again after unlocking itchy hands. He asked: "Mo brother , What's the password? "

"Mo Jiu, Quan Pin." When Qin Mo raised his eyes, he had a hook in the corner of his eyes: "You just solved it and didn't remember it?"

Bo Jiu: ... She just patronized the solution. It was purely a fun solution. She really didn't pay attention to the password.

However, Mo Jiu Quan Pin ... This code.

The teenager paused for a while and then started to bow his head again, feeling quite daring to do things.

Fortunately, receiving a file is very light for Bo Jiu.

"Is there a match between foreign teams?" Bo Jiu looked at the note in the document, raised his eyebrows slightly, held up the notebook with one hand, then put it on the bed, and sat on himself, so Qin Mo didn't need to use , Can also see.

Qin Mo looked at the game character on the video: "Dongying Team."

It is obviously inappropriate to mention this team now.

Both of them remembered the scene yesterday.

Fortunately, Qin Mo didn't pause more on this topic: "Go back and look at the operation just now."

Bo Jiu was naturally willing to do more and talk less.

Gradually, the two people's attention was all placed on the operation analysis.

at the same time.

The Imperial League team is also playing the same video.

After reading it.

The scene was silent.

Feng Yi pushed his glasses and pressed the instrument in his hand.

"too strong."

Someone couldn't help but say it.

Not even Yunhu refuted this argument.

Feng Yi is a fox, whether in a mall or in a meeting: "I let you see these to make you realize that even if the resurrection game is very easy to play, the national competition finals have never been as simple as the resurrection game. You are the last team to be shortlisted. Compared to the Imperial League, each of the other nine teams should not be underestimated, let alone the Dongying team in international service. You are not enough. "

Stay in peace.

This is what Feng Yi wants to tell them.

Feng Shang and Xue Yaoyao glanced at each other and clenched their hands.

The stronger the opponent, the more able to stimulate combat power, this is not false.

After watching the video.

The atmosphere of the Imperial League team changed.

Practicing hand speed, researching tactics.

Feng Yi came out of the meeting room with a smile.

The club minister who was next to him was still very worried: "Feng Zong, what do you think we can get this time?"

Feng Yi stopped: "I thought Minister Zhang always knew the goal of the Dimeng League."

Minister Zhang heard this, and he smiled bitterly: "President Feng always seems to be so confident. You just saw that, the opponent is too strong."

"What about that?" Feng Yi's eyes glanced: "The team of the Dimeng League has always been stronger than strong."

When it is strong, it is strong.

When Feng Shang and Xue Yaoyao came out and heard these four words, the chest was hot.

correct.

The Dimeng League should always be stronger than strong.