The national school idol is a girl

Chen Xiaodong couldn't find the answer.

Because he didn't know that sometimes, the carnival of a group of people would make the person more out of place and lonely.

The first stop of the Easter match.

This day means the last chance for all team members of the Imperial Alliance.

The boy skated on his skateboard, passing through the long alley like the wind.

Outside the arena, fans are already looking forward to it.

The cheers that could be heard were no less than during the semifinals.

Because everyone knows that the Imperial Alliance will participate in the resurrection competition this time!

More than that.

What makes fans even more excited is that that person is back!

Swish!

The car door was opened.

The first thing that caught his eye was the pure black uniform, which was rustling in the wind.

Many female fans couldn't help but cover their mouths.

Some media once said that the effect of Qin Mo's appearance is no less than that of a first-line superstar.

Even more so at this time.

He stood still in front of the car, with an upright posture and a handsome profile. His left hand was wrapped in a white bandage, spreading like a thousand petals, and he was cold and indifferent.

The two words "Dimeng" were floating in the wind like dragons and phoenixes.

Some teams nearby looked at it and realized that it would not be easy for them to win this time.

Because Qin Mo is back. '

Qin Mo's return brought some teams that didn't have to participate in the resurrection competition to come, but they were sitting in the auditorium, just to see how powerful Qin Mo could be after his hand was healed.

In the lounge.

Lin Feng bent down and tied his shoelaces, then raised his hand and naturally put his arm on Yun Hu's shoulder: "Are you worried?"

"How could that happen?" Yun Hu tilted his head, with a hint of arrogance on his lips.

The two of them were wearing the same battle uniforms, and when they stood together, they always looked particularly good together.

The Easter match actually tests not just skills, but the team members' ability to withstand pressure and physical strength.

That’s right, it’s physical strength.

A high-intensity series.

Five games in a row in one day.

One session will take more than two hours no matter what.

Such intensity is a test for the eyes of the contestants themselves, not to mention tactics and how to recover hand speed.

Each team must measure the physical fitness and endurance of its players before arranging the order of appearance.

There are a lot of strategies that are different from other teams.

Qin Mo held a cigarette between his slender fingers and looked as handsome as a star player: "Quick victory, no time wasting."

No more and no less than eight words.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows, turned to face Bo Jiu, who was wearing a battle uniform with his eyes downcast, and said, "Little Spade, the translation of the captain's words is, don't be rude, just do it."

"I also think it would be better to win faster." The young man raised his eyes, held the zipper in his porcelain-white tiger teeth, and pulled it with a sound. After putting on his uniform, the evil smile on his lips remained: "Otherwise, how can we show our level. "

Lin Feng laughed, these two people are really on the same path, very shameless.

Also consider how other teams feel.

While people were still discussing strategies, these two people were actually thinking about how to save the time of the game.

"You know, you kill people very fast. Sister Yao and Baby Shang can't keep up." Lin Feng opened a bottle of water and winked at Bo Jiu.

Bo Jiu looked back, smiled, and didn't say much. He just rolled up the cuffs of his combat uniform, holding a lollipop in his mouth, and stretched his legs calmly, loosely and naturally.

"It's almost time." Yin Wuyao leaned against the wall and raised his hand to glance at the time on his watch.