National School Prince Is A Girl

Xue Yaoyao watched from under the stage, his fingers trembling.

The picture freezes on the teenager's face.

Now, she is not silver hair any more, but the handsome look in the pants pocket and the corner of her mouth is the same as when she met her.

Xue Yaoyao thought that she might never forget, the teenager turned to her and said to her, "Yao Yao, how about playing together?".

Before meeting a teenager.

She was cowardly, timid, and fat for nothing.

She may even feel unfair.

Why is darkness always so hard.

After meeting a teenager, she understood that someone would experience the night.

Holding the dragon sword and coming out of the dark is what she should do.

Even a girl can have a heroic dream

Just like now, the word flying on her back is Huaxia!

And she lifted her eyes and looked at the aura of the camera, never changing half a point.

Today.

I wonder if those who say they like teenagers will understand.

It doesn't matter what color of hair she has, what color of earrings she wears, and whether she holds a lollipop.

Importantly, there was light in her dark eyes.

At that time.

The other teams present did not really care about these people. After all, in a world-class stadium, Huaxia's results were not outstanding.

As a member who was selected in the first game, Bo Jiu did n’t feel any uneasiness, so he sat in front of the computer, slender fingers buckle the headset, cold skin color and arc, matched with her black hair, demon and wicked gas.

She leaned back slightly and put her hand on one side, the curvature of her jaw was very nice.

Immediately following, the rest of them sat down one by one.

The camera position is adjusted and the screen is opened.

Many people hold their breath.

Including Zhao Sanfa who played, his hands were tight.

Just at this time.

Qin Mo's voice reached everyone's ears through the headset: "Don't forget, this time we represent Huaxia."

He lowered his eyes, the angular face, which never felt changed, cold and expensive.

It's just that there was something burning in those eyes.

That is the blood of a man.

He wants to let Huaxia's national flag fly on this field.

In an instant, Zhao Sanfeng had a quiet, settled dust.

Even if it is noisy around.

It seemed that Qin Mo could become silent.

All that remains is the essence of the game.

They want to win!

"Ready?" Qin Mo asked, buckling his headphones.

No one answered, the tacit agreement has arrived.

Qin Mo left his hand on the keyboard, his eyes deep: "Then go."

But just four characters, but it seems to shake something.

The blood buried deep inside was instantly detonated!

The audience's eyes seemed to shake the shadow of the group of teenagers.

They were wearing war uniforms, wearing headphones on their black hair, and wielding the power of the mouse, they could knock into their hearts every time.

Game start.

Ban chooses heroes.

Except those Chinese who came across the sea.

No one will think that this young team can win.

So much so that I just want to watch a hilarious.

When the silver light scratches the entire screen.

People began to realize why they came.

How could there be such a team?

Even against the wind, I have never been depressed.

Everyone can carry, and when someone is targeted, there will always be another person standing up.

Zhongdan Rao Rongrong pre-judgment, roam the audience!

Xiao Jing's multiple hides in the order, guaranteed output!

Qin Mo cuts with three thousand swords, draws down the field, and guards the city crystal!

Spades z stuck in the dragon pit, replaced all the equipment, and grabbed the dragon!

They stand here.

Is telling the world.

They Huaxia, this year, are coming to win this championship!