The national school idol is a girl

?

Before Lin Feng could ask.

Bo Jiu on this side had already stood up, pressing her slender neck with his left hand and twisting it to the right.

"It's finally my turn."

This person's personality matches her appearance in the battle uniform.

The zipper never closes properly.

Half open, revealing the white T-shirt underneath.

The whole body became taller and slender as the young man stood up.

The point is, this revelation doesn't matter.

In an instant, there was a craze in the venue!

Not because of anything else.

Just because there is a line of small words written on the T-shirt.

Imperial Alliance. Heitao.

The back is written in pinyin, and the font is beautiful black regular script.

There is also a green ribbon badge logo behind the black regular script.

Everyone knows what the green ribbon badge represents.

This is a concept that was established by Spade fans when they first established the fan club.

Support is not just superficial.

Try to do positive things.

But, how come the clothes...

The official support girls stood up and covered their lips before screaming: "That, those are from our support club..."

Yes, that is a one-time support T-shirt that every Spade fan will wear.

No one expected that the young man would actually wear it himself!

If you are not a fan, you will not understand what that feeling is like.

What's more, the young man turned his face sideways and smiled towards them, with bright eyes, white teeth and deep eye sockets.

Because I like someone so much.

So it's really hard to forget what that person looked like when he failed.

The same eSports arena.

Not so long ago.

The young man stood here, scarred.

Being splashed with coke, being discussed, and being scorned.

A strong person will never let you see his wounds.

When he comes back again.

A crisp keyboard sound!

The moment the game's special effects sounded, people could only see the person on the screen rushing toward him like the wind. The assassin's body rushed out of the light, handsome and dazzling.

The young man sitting in front of the computer, with the headphone cord hanging around his neck, and his clean and fair profile, looked extremely handsome.

The light-colored thin lips were still smiling, and a pair of eyes seemed to be staring at the screen lazily.

His expression is calm and composed under the astigmatism of the screen, but his eyelashes are dyed with arcs. Such arcs are very eye-catching.

Whether you like him or not.

As an e-sports player.

The hands on the keyboard were so fast that it was hard to see where they landed.

One hand switches the perspective of the small picture and the large picture.

When it is played on the big screen, it is a series of screen switches.

I was confused when I saw the commentator!

This, so fast, how could he be nagging!

Some people say that playing games depends on equipment and level.

Don't deny it, sometimes it is.

But sometimes, when you encounter someone with incredible hand speed, no amount of attack power is of any use.

Because if that person runs away, you can't hit him at all!

The cannon head was clearly aimed at the figure flying towards him.

But the man was standing on one side, with a bayonet in his hand, letting the flames fire arrogantly behind him.

He was so cool that he didn't even look back.

Uh-huh!

Bayonet raised.

The backlight is cold.

Close combat.

No one can beat the assassin of the Z of Spades.

Continuous firing of skills, slowing down and suppressing, blood-sucking retreat, and then a heavy stab!

K, O!

"Beautiful!" The commentator couldn't help but slap his fist on the table.

When the audience looked back, their expressions clearly said: Finally, there is something slow for you to explain.

Narrator: ...It’s my fault!