National School Prince Is A Girl

"it is good."

When the thin nine said the word, the thin lips were already pale to the extreme.

But the corner of the mouth is a smile.

No one knows except for the closure.

Just like this, the only action of the teenager was to drink two painkillers.

Feng Yiguang worried about looking at the thin nine, so how is 5V5.

However, if the Spades Z are not on the court, the Dimension is destined to lose.

"Would you like me to do something?" Looking at the teenager is so uncomfortable, Feng Yi does not know what the other party is. It seems to be a stomachache: "Is it because the interrogation room is too cold, you have not eaten?"

Thin nine held his arm and snorted, did not over-explain his physical condition, and carried a layer of sweat: "What time is it?"

Feng Yi knows what the boy meant. He turned his head and told the driver: "Cut the road."

"The road is a bit bumpy, nine little bodies..."

Thin nine holding a cat, the voice is low: "Do not affect."

"There are nine little seats." The driver's technology is still good. It is obvious that there is no need to avoid the media.

Just along the way, Feng Yi can only see the pale side face of the teenager, so bent over the stomach posture, it is uncomfortable to read.

"Would you like to drink some hot water." Feng Yi proposed to get off to buy a cup of food.

Thin Jiuqiu, I don’t know if it’s because of the pain, the voice is a bit sandy: “First come to the venue and say, give me the root smoke first.”

Cigarettes can stop the pain, Feng Yi looked at the teenager's head and looked like a cigarette, and for a moment I remembered that there was a personal wrist injury, but also such a look.

At that time, his fingertips were stained with blood, but he was thinking about going to the game.

Only that time, did not catch up.

This time... I hope that time will wait for them.

Outside the car window, another red light lit up.

The pain of thin nine pains, but the attention has not been removed from the live broadcast of the game.

E-sports venue.

The role of Lin Feng’s operation has already died.

This is undoubtedly very unfavorable for the League.

In the last 1V1, the Dimension has lost.

If you lose again in this game.

Then... all the fans clung to the clothes in front of their chests.

"The first resurrection time is less than 20 seconds. 20 seconds, Yunhu should be able to support it, but it is necessary to lose a moat." The commentator’s voice sounded: "The current form is really bad." ""

"The Spades Z is not there." Another commentator was quite sorry: "The captain of a team is directly or not, it will directly affect the momentum of this team, and the God League lost the first game. This game seems to be no longer possible. Saved."

"In fact, this is not the strongest lineup of the Dimension, and Qin Mo is not there."

"There is no way, the game is to see the outcome, not the other."

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

He lifted it and looked at it again.

"They can win." The voice of the boy is very light, but his eyes are bright: "If you say that you will leave me 5V5, you will be left to me."

That moment.

Feng Yi did not say anything more. He turned his head and said to the driver: "Open it a little faster and enter the venue directly. I will do the follow-up work."

Not at the last minute.

Just don't give up.

This has always been the spirit of the Dimension to all.

As a broker, he thought he shouldn't be too much.

It’s not that I have to drink another meal with the staff at the venue.

As long as you can get on time.

The forest wind that died once was obviously restrained, and the play was also prevented from becoming conservative.

At this moment.

Yun Hu, who was still at the tower, stopped his own action.

I vacated one hand.

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