National School Prince Is A Girl

A person stood up suddenly in the auditorium.

Because the temperament is too outstanding.

Instantly attracted a lot of attention.

"Xiao Da ..."

"Did he come to see the game?"

"In such a final, it is impossible for Shonan Team to not come."

"It's the same thing, but looking at Xiao Da, wouldn't it feel that the Dimeng League has already lost, it's time to go."

"To be honest, there is really no way to fight back, which is really a pity."

The sound of discussion is getting louder.

But Xiao Jing didn't go to see it, but put his eyes on Qin Mo. When he went back to the city to take off his headphones and drink water, he suddenly opened his mouth: "Qin Mo, Asian competition, you Dimeng intend to Do you fight like this? "

This is the first time that everyone heard Xiao Jing say this. After all, whether it is a game or an interview, Captain Xiao has never been able to speak without speaking.

After he spoke, Watanabe sitting on the rest seat looked at him.

The narrator and the organizing committee also focused their attention.

Under normal circumstances, as long as it does not affect the game, they will not interfere with who speaks.

Just a little bit unexpected.

The guide was very clever, knowing that this was a highlight, and directly transferred the camera to Qin Mo's face.

At this time, the live audience only had one idea.

My Great Qin God actually still wants to drink water.

The game is so intense.

Why is the posture of drinking water so handsome, even slender fingers seem to emit light, I really want to lick the screen!

The director turned the camera to see what Qin Mo said.

Unexpectedly, Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, put down the water bottle, and re-held the mouse in his right hand. The indifferent expression said only one word: "Well."

Ok?

Ok?!!!

What does that mean?

Zhao Sanfa wanted to stand up and growl like a master!

He used to think that Qin Mo was unbeatable.

Why amnesia is still such a virtue ... wait!

This guy, wouldn't ... may not!

Zhao San fat suddenly widened his eyes, then sat down, and touched his chin with his finger, Shinto said: "Captain, I think Qin Mo is holding back the bad, do you feel this way?"

Xiao Jing glanced at him, and did not go round. He said the words he wanted to say the most: "Qin Mo's memory is restored."

"Absolutely restored! His ah word is hanging side by side with the sun, and it was like this when he played with us!" Zhao Sanfang said, gritting his teeth.

The goddess of fall has a flattering face and is lovable, with only Bo Jiu left in his eyes: "I think it's not someone else who is holding back the bad, it's my male god who really holds back the bad."

Zhao San-fat didn't want to ignore the feature of girls looking at people's faces.

Have their own body.

Who has him burly!?

Humph!

I really don't know how to appreciate it!

None of the people present knew Qin Mo better than these three.

Obviously, in the eyes of many people, the outcome of this game has been decided.

Dimeng is now just struggling.

It is sooner or later to lose this game.

Mei Lin observed the emotions of everyone: "We can see that some of the audience on the field have begun to feel bored. Of course, the fans of the Dimeng League are worried about their favorite team. It is a pity, but like I said at the beginning In that way, the Imperial League can actually regard this battle with Dongying as a sublimation study. "