The national school idol is a girl

Xue Yaoyao raised her head and stared blankly at the overly handsome young man in front of her.

Bo Jiu chuckled lightly and continued: "Don't forget, our goal is to dominate the new competition."

It is because of the handsome appearance of the evil boy that makes people feel even more excited.

If she started playing "Heroes" just because she wanted to find some friendship and comfort in the game world that she couldn't find in reality.

Now she not only found it, but also learned to fight and be strong.

This is a battlefield.

If Jiudian is the king, then they are his loyal knights.

We all tell ourselves that at some point.

If I am strong enough, I will face humiliation and ridicule and say loudly "No!"

This game is not just a simple game.

They have to fight for their dignity!

Will tomorrow, when others know the identity of Jiudian and Spades Z, they won’t look at her with so many strange eyes?

The night before the game, some people are bound to have trouble sleeping.

Xue Yaoyao was the first one. After she finished a math problem, she forced herself to lie on the bed and go to bed early, but she still couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. The last one sat up and began to study the technique Bo Jiu gave her.

There is also Feng Shang in the same situation.

He sat in front of the computer and did not brush the notebook. He just looked at the game characters on the screen, and then glanced sideways at the place where a red circle was heavily drawn on the calendar.

Professional team players...that was something he didn't even dare to dream about before.

Feng Shang lowered his head and tightened his grip on the mouse. With his glasses off, he looked really handsome.

Games are still being played in the Internet cafe, and the page of "Heroes" is hanging high on it.

Someone knocked on the bar: "Boss? HI, boss! What are you doing? Come get a Coke!"

Yin Wuyao didn't say anything. He held a cigarette in his mouth and handed over the Coke.

The man touched his chin and asked, "What's going on today, boss?"

"I don't know, it looks different than usual, and it is said that the Internet cafe will be locked at 10:30 today."

"Damn! So early?! I'm planning to stay up all night! I've never seen an Internet cafe that doesn't open a nightclub! Our boss is just willful!"

Yin Wuyao flicked the cigarette butt: "What are you talking about? You bastard, pack up and prepare to close the door."

"Is it really closed? No, boss, uncle! Where are you planning to go? The Internet cafe is not open either?"

Yin Wuyao paused for a moment, took his coat, and threw it on his shoulders: "Uncle, I want to go back to my old profession, a professional league."

After saying these words, Yin Wuyao left the Internet cafe.

A bunch of confused people were left behind.

"Did you just hear that? Boss, he said he was going to play in the Major League?"

"Is the boss joking?"

"It's unlikely at his age..."

It was too cold outside the Internet cafe, and Yin Wuyao began to regret running out on impulse. Logically speaking, he was not too young. In the words of children, his hand speed and eyesight have long been unable to keep up with those in professional teams.

A thirty-year-old uncle, what else can he do?

But the passion was rekindled in his body involuntarily.

He thought it was probably because of what the young man said, "It's not enough to just win an award. If you don't shock the e-sports world, why play any game?"