The national school idol is a girl

"This is the film the doctor showed Qin Shen today. Regarding his injury, the attending doctor said that he must stop all competitions now. Otherwise, his hands will most likely never be able to play games again in the future."

Bo Jiu froze. At that moment, she even forgot to take off the mask on her face.

During the game, no one mentioned that the great master had an injury on his hand.

But she thought that since she could compete again, she must have recovered.

Why...

"Only you know about this." Feng Yi continued, turning his head and looking out the window: "Lin Feng and the others all thought that Qin Shen had recovered. In fact, if it hadn't been for the attending doctor calling me this time, There, I won’t realize it yet.”

After these words were spoken.

The atmosphere seemed tense and neither of the two people were talking.

Feng Yi didn't know how much time had passed.

The young man sitting opposite him spoke with a pair of deep black eyes: "Brother Mo will not give up this competition. This is what he insists on the most."

Feng Yi paused: "You are right."

'I'll go find him tomorrow. "Bo Jiu stood up after saying this: "I understand what you mean, he must be treated first. "

It's just the same. Bo Jiu knows very well what it means to let the master miss the national competition.

Only now did Bo Jiu realize that she had thought wrong. At first, the great god said that there might be one or two absences. She thought that the great god was going to investigate the news about Z.

But after listening to Feng Yi's words, she realized that it was not because of the police, but because his hand injury should have reached a certain tolerance.

In order to prevent opponents from finding out their weaknesses as soon as the national competition begins, they will not appear on the court for the first two games.

There is no problem in normal outings, but once it comes to professional competitions, it will be different.

The faster the hand speed, the more serious the hand injury of the master can be endured.

Not to mention the three thousand swords used by the great god.

Such a special skill not only requires hand speed, but also has very strict requirements on the strength of the wrist.

This indirectly causes a sense of pressure on the wrist.

But after entering the national competition, it will no longer be as easy as the regional competition.

Especially in the future against the Xiaocheng team, whether it is 1V1 or 5V5, if the master does not use Three Thousand Swordsman, it means losing.

Based on her understanding of the Great God, once the three thousand swords are used again, the consequences will be disastrous.

The great god knew it, but still decided to use this skill unlimitedly in the semi-finals, especially against Xiaocheng.

For the Imperial League to win the national championship.

He had long planned to trade his future e-sports career for it.

Otherwise, the master would not hide the hand injury.

Firstly, he didn't want everyone to stop him if they knew about it, and secondly, he didn't want everyone to feel any burden.

From the beginning, Bo Jiu said that she couldn't bear to see that person lose, let alone that person stepping down from the altar.

A person like the Great God, who is handsome from the outside and has perfect outlook on life, should not have such regrets.

For the first time, I felt sorry for someone else.

Bo Jiu thinks about what is important.

Forgive her selfishness.

The people around you are the most important.

The young man lowered his eyes, clicked on his mobile phone email, paused all actions to track the counterfeit Z of Spades, and hid his traces again.

Starting today, for the next twenty days, you can only win, not lose...