I'm Really A Newcomer

Jiang Mian and Ye Taoli found their seats and sat down. Next to Ye Taoli was the aisle, and next to him was a man wearing square glasses and holding a canvas bag.

After we sat down, there was no light in the gymnasium.

The sky was like a dark curtain, and tens of thousands of people clenched their fists and held their breath in the darkness.

First there was the dim light reflected on the ground by the lamp, and then the whole world fell into the moonlight.

With clusters of colorful lights blooming, dusk gradually sets in the west.

As the home stadium of the triennial international competition, the exciting Chinese theme song can be heard throughout the Bird's Nest Stadium.

Song Chuchu slowly rose from the huge lifting platform. Her features were clear and her pink hair was intertwined with the wind and light.

The girl's grand skirt was decorated with red mist. Her hand holding the microphone pointed to the sky. Suddenly, the giant screen of the stadium opened. Hundreds of characters from the past ten years flashed on the screen like movie clips, and exploding ribbons Flying over the entire bird's nest.

At this moment, there was a huge crowd, and warm calls and applause echoed in the auditorium.

The rising sun breaks through the fog, and the dawn breaks.

Ye Taoli turned his head and looked at Jiang Mian's side face. He stared motionlessly at the big screen above his head, his eyes shining brightly outside his cap and mask. She also held Qing Yue tightly and led an army of tens of thousands of people to attack on the snowy field. They were guided by the bright moon and the wind and snow.

Ye Taoli had never played a game before, and she looked at the various characters curiously.

What on earth is this that allows so many people to throw their love into the sky without reservation.

Amid the commotion, Jiang Mian turned to look at Ye Taoli, half of their faces illuminated by the colorful lights of the stage.

"Welcome, princess." Jiang Mian said softly.

When he first came to the Moon Clan, he didn't know anyone except Ye Taoli. When he was surrounded by wild ghosts and apostles all over the mountains and plains, his despair and loneliness made his heart hurt, and this heart was chopped into pieces by Bailong for thousands of years. billion times.

very nice.

He was surrounded by people who loved the same things as him, and the people he loved were sitting right next to him.

After the passionate performances by singers and idols from the Three Kingdoms, the real protagonist of the "Dawn" international finals officially appeared.

Team Myth, the Overlord of Dawn, had won the championship for three consecutive years, and Team Qingpingle, who had just been reborn at the beginning of the year.

Fu Yi, Zhang Wei, Zhao Zhihan, Zhou Ze, Lu Zhiyu.

It should be those five brand names that have been given meaning in the new era.

Farewell to mid-spring, no one can stay, the clear bottles are full of chrysanthemums, the golden breeze is gentle, and the title is Luqiao.

"Captain, I'm a little nervous." Lu Zhiyu said in a low voice, pulling the corners of his mouth.

Fu Yi smiled and hugged this newcomer who had just debuted for half a year, but his fingertips were also trembling slightly.

This year is the last golden period for him and Zhang Wei as professional players. Fu Yi understands that this is his only chance in this life, and Qing Ping Le will never be able to gather such a strong team again.

Zhang Wei crossed his hands, feeling the remaining warmth in his palms, and said without hesitation that he was scared.

He knew that there were hundreds of millions of eyes in the world looking at him, and he also knew how powerful his opponent was this time. He also knew that the victory of this game was not about the Qingpingle Club itself, but about the country's honor.

As usual, Qingpingle and myth shook hands with each other.

Feeling the sweat on Zhang Wei's palms, Park Dongsheng, a Korean player from the myth team, curled his lips proudly.

Although South Korea itself does not participate in the development of "Dawn", almost all Korean players serve in clubs in China, Japan and the United States. Only Qingpingle is a truly all-Chinese team.

myth is a team with one of the largest number of fans in the world. The legend of three consecutive championships has made myth an indestructible empire in the eyes of "Dawn" players. Although Qingpingle once swept the domestic competition and was called the Civil War Fantasy God, this time it entered the international competition. The final was the best result since the team was founded.

Whether it's Michigan or the Tokyo Dome, wherever the dawn reaches it has always been myth's home court.

Park Dongsheng stretched his body contemptuously. The country bumpkin who made it to the finals for the first time must be so nervous that he can't even hold the mouse.

"Qing, Qing Ping Le will win!"

The man next to Jiang Mian clutched the canvas bag and shouted shyly.

"Qing Ping Le will win!" Jiang Mian shouted along with him.

"Qing Ping Le will win!" Zhang Weilong roared hysterically after hearing someone joining the group.

"Qing Ping Le will win!!"

"Qing Ping Le will win!!!!"

The 90,000 people in the Bird's Nest Stadium, without exception, shouted at the five young people.

No matter men, women, old or young, or from anywhere in the country.

They stood up, clutching the falling ribbons and Qing Ping Le's support banners in their hands.

Park Dongsheng's face was pale, and the fierce fire of the prairie fire almost suffocated him.

They are the five people who were abandoned in this 204,000-square-meter stadium.

What myth has to face is not the so-called "hillbillies", but the thousands of troops encircling them and Kakarot holding the vitality bomb high!

"Brothers, I seem to have forgotten whose territory this is." Zhou Ze said with a smile.

The five people smiled knowingly.

"I heard that they are high-altitude gods..."

"Tear him off the throne here!" Fu Yi smiled ferociously, with a cold light like a blade in his eyes.