The national school idol is a girl

"good."

When Bo Jiu said this word, his thin lips were extremely pale.

But the corner of his mouth was smiling.

No one knows except Feng Yi.

Along the way, the boy's only action was to drink two painkillers.

Feng Yi looked at Bo Jiu with worried eyes, how could it be 5V5 like this?

But if Z of Spades doesn't play, the Imperial Alliance is destined to lose.

"Do you want me to do something?" Seeing the young man feeling so uncomfortable, Feng Yi didn't know what the other person's illness was. It seemed like he had a stomachache: "Is it because the interrogation room is too cold and you haven't eaten?"

Bo Jiu held up his arms and hummed, without over-explaining his physical condition. He raised his eyes with a layer of sweat: "What time is it now?"

Feng Yi knew what the young man meant, so he turned to the driver and ordered: "Take a shortcut."

"The shortcut is a bit bumpy, Ninth Master's body..."

Bo Jiu hugged the cat and said in a low voice: "It won't affect it."

"Ninth Master, sit tight then." The driver's skills are pretty good, which shows that he usually avoids the media.

But along the way, Feng Yi could only see the boy's pale profile, with his waist bent and leaning against his stomach. It was uncomfortable to look at it.

"Would you like some hot water?" Feng Yi suggested getting out of the car to buy something.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes. He didn't know if it was because of the pain, but his voice was a little gravelly. "Let's go to the venue first. Give me a cigarette first."

Cigarettes can relieve pain. Feng Yi looked at the young man lowering his head and lighting up a cigarette. He suddenly remembered the look in someone's eyes after he injured his wrist.

At that time, his fingertips were stained with blood, but he only wanted to compete.

Only that time, I didn't catch up.

This time... I hope time can wait for them.

Outside the car window, another red light came on.

Bo Jiu felt uncomfortably painful, but his attention did not move away from the live broadcast of the game.

Inside the eSports venue.

The character played by Lin Feng has already died once.

This is undoubtedly very detrimental to the Imperial Alliance.

In the last 1V1, the Imperial Alliance had already lost.

If we lose again in this game.

Then...all the fans tightened their clothes on their chests.

"The first resurrection time is less than 20 seconds. Yunhu should be able to hold on for 20 seconds, but he will inevitably lose a protective tower." The commentator's voice sounded: "The current situation is really not good. ”

"The Z of Spades is not here either." Another commentator expressed regret: "Whether the captain of a team is there or not will directly affect the momentum of the team. In addition, the God League lost the first game, and this game seems to be impossible. Saved."

"Actually, this is not the strongest lineup of the Imperial Alliance. Qin Mo is not here."

"There is no way, the game is about winning or losing, nothing else."

In the car, Feng Yi could also hear the analysis of these two people.

He raised his eyes and looked at Bo Jiu again.

"They can win." The young man's voice was very calm, but his eyes were bright: "If you say you will leave 5V5 to me, you will definitely leave it to me."

That moment.

Feng Yi didn't say anything more. He turned to the driver and said, "Drive faster and drive directly into the venue. I will do the follow-up work."

Not until the last moment.

Never give up.

This has always been the spirit that the Imperial Alliance conveys to everyone.

As an agent, he thought he shouldn't lose too much.

Isn’t it just one more drink with the venue staff?

Just get there on time.

Lin Feng, who had died once, was obviously a little cautious, and his playing style couldn't help but become more conservative.

At this moment.

Yunhu, who was still guarding the tower, stopped his movements.

One hand is free.

Pressed on the back of Lin Feng's hand holding the mouse.