National School Prince Is A Girl

To be honest, the few spades in the room were a bit ignorant!

What is ignorant is Qin Shen's last sentence.

One of the girls dragged the sleeve of Sister Turtle: "So what, sister, did you hear?"

Sister Turtle also has a lot of activities in her heart. For example, she didn't expect Qin Shenwan to bend it, and it was so bright and upright.

Faced with the two cute little ones looking at her, she coughed heavily and really didn't know what to say.

However, it does not matter how Qin Shen bends now.

The important thing is that something went wrong.

Obviously Qin Shen is more transparent than anyone else. He just swiped the phone screen twice, then raised his eyes and looked towards the venue.

How to get the planner out is very important.

After all, time is too tight.

Qin Mo's eyes swept from left to right.

Fortunately, after the last event, this time Feng Yi arranged for people to enter, and divided the official fan and unofficial fan members into two pieces.

It is just unofficial fan members, not all of them are members of this organizer.

Qin Mo's eyes sank a little bit over time, and Shen almost blackened.

Sister Turtle has experienced these and understands what the status is now. Since the establishment of the official support of Spade Z, there are many illegitimate groups about Spade Z. The official reminds everyone that it is best not to add it. All come to the official support society, but really If it is not added, it will not be built, and the government will not control it.

But this time it's obviously different!

Through a medium called group, the spade powder is condensed on the grounds of liking, thereby infringing on the big spade.

The other party is right, they can't get them out of Chongduo unofficial fan members.

One can imagine what the mind of the person who organized this matter is.

Time is really tight.

Only half an hour left for the start of the game.

Every time the clock moves, whether it is Feng Yi or someone who knows about it, the mood will sink a bit.

There is an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

Feeling breathless.

The kind of knowing that the other party is going to hurt you, and even after hurting you, you will feel a bit of powerlessness.

Spread from his hands to his eyes.

Some little cuties really turned their heads and wanted to cry.

They were thinking, how could they not protect that person well.

They now want to tell how good that person is all over the world.

But they couldn't even protect that person.

Watching things happen, his angry fingers tremble.

How can it look like this.

This world should not be like this.

Qin Mo stood there for 30 seconds, then he picked up his mobile phone, dialed the number, and the voice was very heavy; "Fatty, bring your notebook to the front desk of the venue, immediately."

Such a call means that Qin Mo has thought of a solution to this matter.

Is to use fat hacking technology.

No one thought of it.

Qin Mo's words fell.

Among the crowd over there, there was a young man wearing a black mask and wearing a uniform back, suddenly supporting the railing on the left hand side, jumped sideways, and the clothing was still windy, so he stood in front of Qin Mo , The silver hair under the hat is still fluttering, the posture is as handsome as before, one hand is copied into the trousers pocket, and he smiles at the turtle sister first, but then his eyes go to the big Shinto: "Mo brother, I found you most of the field , It turns out that you are here. What do you call your fat man and ask him to bring his notebook? Want to check people? "