Chen Xiaodong couldn't find an answer.
Because he doesn't know how lonely the person who sometimes has a group of people's carnival will be more out of place.
The first leg of the repechage.
This day means the last chance for all the members of the Imperial Alliance.
The boy skateboarded, like the wind, and swept through the long alley.
Outside the arena, fans are already looking forward to it.
The cheering voices that could be heard were no lower than in the semi-finals.
Because, everyone knows that there is the Imperial League participating in the repechage this time And that's not all.
What makes fans' blood boil even more is that the person is back Smack The doors were pulled open.
The first thing that caught my eye was the pure black uniform, which was blown by the wind and the sound of hunting.
Many girl fans can't help but cover their mouths.
Some media once said that the effect caused by Qin Mo's appearance is no less than that of a first-line superstar.
This is even more so at this point.
He stood in front of the car, his posture was erect, his face was handsome, and his left hand was wrapped in a white bandage, spread like a mille-feuille petal, and he was indifferent and careless.
The two words of the Imperial League, the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing in the wind.
Some teams next to it have seen it and have found that this time it is not easy for them to win.
Because Qin Mo is back.
Qin Mo's return made some teams who didn't have to participate in the repechage match also come, but they sat in the audience, just to see how powerful Qin Mo could be. in the lounge.
Lin Feng bent down to tie his shoelaces, and as soon as he raised his hand, he naturally put his arm on Yunhu's shoulder: "Are you worried?"
"How so."
Yunhu tilted his head, and the corners of his mouth were still arrogant.
The two of them wear the same uniform, and when they stand together, they will always be special.
The repechage is not just about technique, but about the team's ability to withstand pressure and physical strength.
That's right, it's physical strength.
High-intensity serial races.
Five in a row in one day.
It's going to take two hours.
This kind of intensity is a kind of training for the eyes of the contestants themselves, not to mention the tactics and how to recover their hand speed.
Each team has to measure the physical fitness and endurance of their players before arranging the order of play.
Unlike other clans that talk a lot about strategy.
Qin Mo had a cigarette on his slender fingers, handsome like a star player: "Fight quickly, it doesn't take time." ” No more, no less than eight words.
Lin Feng raised his eyebrows, turned his head and said to Bo Jiu, who was wearing a battle uniform with low eyes: "Little spades, the translated meaning of the captain's sentence is, don't be verbose, just do it." ” "I also think it's better to win faster."
The young man raised his eyes, the porcelain white tiger teeth held the zipper in his mouth, and he tore it, and after putting on the uniform, the smile on the corner of his mouth did not retreat: "Otherwise, how can we show our level." ” Lin Feng snorted, these two people are really the same way, very shameless.
Consider how the other teams feel as well.
People are still discussing strategies, and these two people are actually thinking about how to save the time of the game.
"You are at this point, you kill people quickly, and the baby monk Yao can't keep up."
Lin Feng opened a bottle of water and glanced at Bo Jiu.
Bo Jiu looked back, smiled, and didn't say much, just rolled up the cuffs of his uniform by an elbow, held a lollipop, and stretched his legs calmly, loosely, and chic.
"It's almost time."
Yin Wuyao leaned against the wall and raised his hand to glance at the time on his watch. aa2705221: