The national school idol is a girl

Yan, country!

Dragons and phoenixes are flying behind!

Luoluo could clearly see the fireworks burning in Xiao Jing's eyes.

No man would not hope that his hard work and hard work can be used to win glory for the country.

And the day has finally come!

Both online and on TV.

Nowadays, the number of game users in Yanguo has reached 500 million.

This has already heralded that Yanguo’s e-sports has begun to be known.

But simply being known is not enough.

Many people think that it is something only Internet addicted teenagers do.

No one will advocate being addicted to games.

But if it’s e-sports, you might as well give it a try.

Maybe no one knows.

There was once a king player who wore the national flag of Yan and won infinite glory.

The host's voice came slowly, as if telling a story.

Since that time, it seems that victory has never belonged to Yan Guo.

"I believe this year will be different."

This is what the narrator said looking at the screen.

Just at the same time.

Lin's Building.

A large classroom.

A remote town in a snowy area.

An amusement park for rich kids.

In the villa of the Feng family.

and fields where crops are being harvested.

Lin Feng, Yun Hu, Yin Wuyao, Coco, Feng Shang, Lin Chentao.

All at the same time, I received a small tablet.

When I clicked on the tablet, there was only one sentence on it.

Three days ago, Qin Mo was summoned to return home.

I thought it was some kind of mission.

Unexpectedly, his father was not doing it for the army.

Instead, he brought others in front of him.

Qin Mo knew the man, his eyes were slightly slanted, and he only gave him four words: "We will not rebuild."

The man had no words to say and was blocked back. He made a phone call and came back and said: "If you don't rebuild, Mr. Qin Mo, are you willing to come back and form the Yanguo team, lead our country's e-sports players, and represent the Yanguo team?" The country goes to war.”

Qin Mo paused for a moment: "I will lead? Who will choose the team members? Me?"

"This..." The man went out and made another phone call.

After returning, he said: "As long as the team members are over 18 years old, Mr. Qin Mo can choose them. We also have a list of names here."

Qin Mo stood up: "I'm not interested in some of the lists you provided. On the e-sports battlefield, cooperation and winning are the most important, what do you think?"

"Of course." But the man also wanted to recommend the current fresh blood: "Both of these are good, Mr. Qin Mo, do you want to see them?"

Qin Mo raised his eyebrows at that time and scanned the paper in his hand. Among them, a spade T and Luoluo Wuxia were on the first choice.

He raised his eyes and looked at that person. His aura was so strong that people dared not look at him: "Is this the list you provided?"

The person said: "These newcomers have performed well and are very popular. Mr. Qin Mo, I know that you have feelings for some people, and you definitely want to choose people you are familiar with to participate, but this competition is different. I I hope you put the overall situation first.”

"Are you sure the organizing committee thinks so?" Qin Mo's voice softened a lot after hearing what he said: "Coming to me means recognizing my choice."

The man chuckled: "Of course, in addition to competition, it is also important to support newcomers, right?"

"Okay." Qin Mo glanced sideways: "Just let the two of them join forces and beat Bey."

The man paused and said, "Isn't this a bit difficult?"

"Aren't you going to support newcomers?" Qin Mo's eyes were dark: "Maybe I can personally guide them."

The man's face was full of confusion: "This..."