National School Prince Is A Girl

The audience stood up and stood up alone.

Because the temperament is too much.

In a flash, I took a lot of attention.

"Xiao Da..."

"Has he also seen the game?"

"In this final, the Shonan team can't come."

"It’s also true, but looking at Xiao Da’s appearance, it’s not that the Dimension has lost. Go away.”

"To be honest, there is really no way to fight back. It’s really a pity."

The argument is getting louder and louder.

Xiao Jing did not go to see it, but instead set his sights on Qin Mo. When he returned to the city to take off his headphones and drink water, he suddenly opened his mouth: "Qin Mo, Asia, you are planning to do so." Do you fight like this?"

This is the first time that everyone heard Xiao Jing say this. After all, whether it is a game or an interview, Captain Xiao has always been able to speak without speaking.

After he spoke, the Watanabe, who was sitting on the rest seat, looked at him.

The narrator and the organizing committee also concentrated their attention.

Usually, as long as they do not affect the game, they will not interfere with who is speaking.

Just a little unexpected.

The guide is very smart, knowing that this is a point of view, directly transferred the camera to the face of Qin Mo.

At this time, the live broadcast of the audience has only one idea.

My great Qin **** actually has the heart to drink water.

The game is so intense.

The posture of drinking water is still so handsome, even the slender fingers seem to be able to emit light, I really want to screen!

The guide turned the camera and wanted to see what Qin Mo said.

I didn't expect Qin Mo to pick up the brow, put down the mineral water bottle, and the right hand regained the mouse. The expression was indifferent and only said one word: "Well."

Ok?

Ok? ! ! !

What does it mean?

Zhao Sanpeng wants to learn to dominate and stand up and growl!

He used to think that Qin Mo was unbeatable.

How is amnesia or such a virtue...etc!

This guy, it won't... that won't!

Zhao San suddenly smashed his eyes, then sat down and touched his chin with his fingers. The **** said: "Captain, I think Qin Mo is dying, do you have this feeling?"

Xiao Jing glanced at him, did not circle, and succinctly said what he wanted to say: "The memory of Qin Mo has recovered."

"Absolutely restored! His ah word is hanging fast and shoulder to shoulder with the sun, he is like this when playing with us!" Zhao San fat said biting his teeth.

The goddess of the goddess has a face, and the flower is so cute. There is only a thin nine in his eyes: "I don't think it's someone else who is bad, my **** is really bad."

Zhao Sanfei simply doesn't want to talk about the characteristics of girls watching people look at their faces.

Have a look at the body.

Who has him burly! ?

Humph!

Really do not understand!

The people present, no one knows more about Qin Desert.

Obviously, in the eyes of many people, the outcome of this game has already been decided.

The Dimension is now just struggling.

It is a matter of time before losing this game.

Mei Lin observed the emotions of the crowd: "We can see some viewers on the field and have begun to feel bored. Of course, the fans of the League are worried about the team they like. It is a pity, but as I said at the beginning. In this way, in fact, the Dimension can regard this battle with Dongpu as a study of sublimation."