The national school idol is a girl

"Yes, it is not just a game for the Imperial Alliance, but you must receive treatment." Feng Yi did not give in: "Go to the Northern Federation first, and we will talk about the future."

Qin Mo fastened the buttons slowly and put the bag into his trouser pocket, his eyes deep: "I won't go."

The attending physician let out a long sigh: "Is winning or losing the game really so important?"

"It's not a matter of winning or losing." When Qin Mo said this, he had already walked to the door, and his voice was neither high nor low: "I just don't want to leave any regrets."

Whether you win or lose.

The biggest regret is that I didn’t participate.

He said he wanted to lead the Imperial League to win the national championship, instead of not even being there when the Imperial League lost.

No matter whether he can continue to engage in this profession in the future, he cannot leave now.

Of course Feng Yi knew what Qin Mo was thinking, and he also knew very well that he couldn't persuade this person at all.

But he couldn't let things develop like this.

Look at the tall figure disappearing at the end of the corridor.

After much thought, Feng Yi thought that the person most likely to be persuaded to live in Qinmo was Bo Jiu.

He knew better than anyone else who Qin Shen kissed at the masquerade, and he also understood that for Qin Shen, that boy was different from anyone else.

After coming out of the hospital, Feng Yi called the boy's phone number. This was the first time that he didn't do what Qin Mo wanted.

The night outside was dark and heavy, and his voice also changed accordingly. He was no longer the same Feng Hu as before: "There is something I need to talk to you about."

When he received the call, Bo Jiu had just arrived home. He was holding the zipper of his jacket in his teeth and was about to take off his clothes. After hearing Feng Yi's words, he stopped and without asking anything, he just put it into his trouser pocket with one hand and said in a loud voice Qing Lie: "Okay, where can I meet?"

What Feng Yi admired was the young man's straightforwardness.

At the same time, he also knew very well that the young man had a very strict mouth.

And from some aspects, Z of Spades and Qin Shen have too many similarities.

The most important thing in a game is who sets the pace.

In order to convince Qin Shen to treat his hand injury first, there must be a fire-like person to lead the Imperial Alliance.

Neither Yunhu nor Lin Feng is suitable.

Only the Z of Spades has never lost, just like it was when that person appeared.

The night is getting darker.

He Honghua was still making soup, but when she saw that Jiu Jiu had zipped up her coat and put on a pure black mask, her eyes paused: "Why did you go out again just after you came back?"

"I have something to do at the moment." Bo Jiu smiled slightly, his exposed eyes were beautiful: "Mom, I will stay with you when I come back."

He Honghua was still very coaxed. After listening to her Jiujiu's words, he told her: "It's cold outside and the smog is heavy. Wear an extra mask and wear clothes. Don't catch a cold."

Jiu's body usually doesn't seem to have any problems, but once he catches a cold, it will be more serious than ordinary people. That's why He Honghua is so nervous.

Fortunately, now that her financial situation was improving again, and Jiu Bu went to those messy nightclubs, He Honghua felt a lot more relieved.

At the meeting place, Feng Yi made an appointment at a coffee shop.

The coffee shop is only open until ten o'clock in the evening, but it is quiet and no one from the media will notice it, making it easier for them to talk among themselves.

After meeting the young man, Feng Yi directly pushed the information in his hand over without going around the corner...