The national school idol is a girl

Feng Yi glanced at his younger brother and suddenly smiled.

Everyone who is an older brother looks at his younger brother with a sense of accomplishment: "Ah, this kid has finally grown up."

After Feng Shang checked the things, he called COCO.

The child had good intentions. He knew that COCO had been under pressure recently and wanted to comfort him.

Who would have thought that before he opened his mouth, the person over there said, "You want me not to care about what other people think of me, right? I know."

"Return, return..." Feng Shang wanted to say something more, but he just started talking.

He was interrupted again by COCO: "Is the operation correct? Don't worry, I have practiced very well now. There are many flaws in my technique. I am a fan of thousands of girls. I will definitely lead the rhythm tomorrow."

Feng Shang spoke again: "No, it's not..."

"Nothing? Ah, wrist guards, right? I've got them all, don't worry."

Feng Shang always had something to say, but was blocked back. At this time, his face was suppressed and turned red. It was not easy for a child to say something: "Who wants to tell you this? I want you not to be nervous, remember to bring Get on your rabbit.”

COCO paused and muttered: "You don't stutter anymore."

Feng Shang also had a meal.

COCO coughed heavily: "I know, I was still nervous just now, that's why I said so many words, but I'm not nervous anymore." At this point, COCO threw herself onto the bed, and her face was blocked by a stuffed toy: " Feng Shang, we are finally going to face Xiaocheng. In the past, many people said that our Imperial League wins based on appearance. Although this is true, this time we can finally tell everyone that the Imperial League relies on technology. "

"Yeah." Although Feng Shang couldn't say anything, his heart hadn't stopped since just now.

They can finally stand up to the national competition and prove themselves.

This was something he had never dared to think about before.

Feng Shang looked out the window, and something beating in his eyes made Feng Yi stand up: "It's past eleven o'clock, go to bed."

"Alarm... alarm clock." Feng Shang was afraid that he would get up late.

Feng Yi chuckled: "I will wake you all up tomorrow morning. The game will start at ten o'clock. There is enough time."

"Okay." Feng Shang was very neat when saying a word.

After entering the room, he dimmed out the lights and just lay on the bed. Feng Shang was worried and sat up again, confirming what he wanted to bring.

Xue Yaoyao was in the same situation as him.

Jiang Zuo, who was lying on the bed, looked at the back figure and raised his eyebrows slightly, until the man lay back down, still holding the backpack strap in his hand.

Xue Yaoyao's eyes fell on the logo of the backpack.

That was the symbol of the Imperial Alliance, a cluster of blazing fire burning in his eyes.

Xue Yaoyao put her hand on her heart and told herself that if she had a good sleep, she would be in better condition to face tomorrow's game...

Snapped.

The dart hit the e-sports poster on the wall.

That was the most miserable year for the Imperial Alliance.

Lin Feng still remembers that year, he really cried like a little Sabi.

It wasn't because of anything else, it was because of the way that man lowered his head.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, when has that guy ever been so miserable?

If only his operations could have been stronger, smarter, and more thoughtful.

Maybe he can hold on until the captain comes back.

The pressure of the entire team was on Yun Hu.

But he didn't even share the slightest bit.

Lin Feng looked at the poster he had shot, then jumped back and threw himself into the bed.

In real life, the gap between him and Hu Zi is already huge. In the game, he doesn't want to be left too far behind... This may be the last time they fight side by side.

He didn't want to have any regrets.

Win back all the glory of the year.

I don't want to hold that person back anymore.

This was probably Lin Feng's only mood at this time.

Qin family.

Qin Mo glanced at the young man lying in his arms.

Get up and prepare things for the boy.

I opened my laptop and checked my game account.

Just for a moment.

The world seemed to be boiling.

There are people constantly posting messages.

"What's going on? Qin Shen is online at this point?"

"Is it because I was too nervous before the game?"

"It's possible that my COCO was a little distracted during the live broadcast today. He must have been thinking about tomorrow's game."

"If the opponent is Xiaocheng, no one will be nervous."

People didn't know that Qin Mo went online just to give someone a homemade silver gun.

It was supposed to be given to the guy on the bed a few days ago, but because of recent events, it was never given.

If Feng Yi saw Qin Mo giving this silver gun to Bo Jiu, he would definitely be shocked.

The significance of this silver gun is extraordinary.

It was a silver gun Qin Mo made himself when he first started playing the game.

Whatever good material there is, Qin Mo will blend it into it.

It can be said that during that year, this silver gun became the most commonly used one in Qin Mo, until the operating character changed and Three Thousand Swordsman appeared.

This silver gun has always been there.

It can already be called a treasure-level weapon.

At that time, the materials produced in the game were all rare materials.

It's hard to find now.

This shows how precious this silver gun is.

Now the great god has given it to Jiu...

Seeing Qin Mo go online, the person who was least calm was Zhao Sanpang from Xiaocheng. He whispered in the alliance group: "Qin Mo, are you really nervous? If you are nervous, just say, we won't It’s a joke on you!”

Because of these words in the group, many players jumped out and made jokes one after another.

Qin Mo looked at the page, raised his eyebrows, moved the mouse, and slowly sent a video to the group.

That video was none other than the secret hidden in the electronic igniter that Bo Jiu had given him before.

Zhao Sanpang was still there with his legs crossed, typing with thunderous clatter, and shouting that he was going to Qin Mo for a duel.

The people in the group were in the same mood, and they all wanted to take advantage of this hard-won opportunity and tease Qin Mo.

Qin Mo sent a video.

Zhao Sanpang thought it was some useful video operation.

When I first opened it, I was still looking at it carefully, but later on my mouth was twitching.

What is this?

Qin Mo and Xiao Spade show affection clip?

Not only Zhao Sanpang, but everyone else who opened this video, including people from other teams, were forced to watch a wave of Mojiu CP videos!

Who said Qin Mo was nervous when he played the game? They would definitely not beat him to death when he came out.

There is no tension here, he is clearly even more shameless than usual!

Because, Qin Mo just typed a line at this time: "I am reading the gift given to me by Spades. Single people like you may not understand it very well."

Everyone knows that the most painful thing about Zhao Sanpang is that he has never had a partner.

Qin Mo's words made Zhao Sanpang log off the line in tears. He turned his head and said to the person standing next to him: "Captain, I request to keep an eye on Qin Mo tomorrow."

"No need." Xiao Da stood up: "The Imperial Alliance has a very fatal weakness, and it has now been revealed."

Zhao Sanpang's face was full of questions: "Weakness? Where is it?"

"It's in this video." Xiao Da pointed at a certain point in the video, his eyes lowered with light...

A message to readers: As of today, I can’t write Kawen. I’ll make it up for you tomorrow. Ann.