National School Prince Is A Girl

Chapter 685: The 168th Emperor League lost

failure?

Dimension... lost?

The sound of the esports venue is like being blocked by something.

Everyone stopped the action, and the eyes were a little straight, and they looked a little worried.

Xue Yaoyao has just resurrected, and his fingers still keep moving forward.

But everything is too late.

With the font a little darker.

Xue Yaoyao’s heart is a little empty.

The juvenile's handsome face was also printed on the screen, and the broken hair on the forehead became so wet because of the sweat, so he covered his eyes.

Except for the thin lips and the bridge of the nose, all the expressions are hidden under the silver hair.

However, people still can't erase that scene from their own minds.

Because the teenager has never been like this.

The corner of the mouth no longer rises, the white cat is still on his hand, and even the whole person looks a little dazed.

Dimension... lost?

Still can't believe it.

Especially when I see a teenager.

Every spaghetti powder couldn't help but reach out and grabbed his lips.

I am afraid to cry.

They all remember the first time they fell in love with a teenager.

Some people are the first killing kings who have never died in the C area.

Some people are due to a live webcast. At that time, the young swords are swept away, and no one is within one meter.

Some people are because of a video, the person looks directly at the camera and says: "Justice may be late, but it will never be absent..."

Today, such indestructible people have lost.

So clearly, work hard.

Everyone can see the effort.

Someone has to make a concluding remark for this game, and the commentator cleared his voice: "The result of the game has already come out, and it is..."

The members of the Dili League team sitting in the chair have not heard the sounds of the surrounding, and all of them have been acupuncture points. Such frustration and sadness are like infiltrating into everyone's heart.

COCO is half-headed and his fingers are tight.

Not reconciled.

Really, I am not willing.

This is not reconciled, fans also have.

"If Qin Shen is definitely not like this."

"The last thing about Spades Z is too risky."

"If he went back at the time, he might have been dragging his time."

"I don't understand why I want him to be the vice captain anyway."

"Enough, don't you see the big spades?"

"I don't feel comfortable if I don't feel well."

"That is, I am uncomfortable to come to the competition, but also tired of our COCO and Lin Shen, I am speechless."

Snapped!

Lin Feng pulled the seat.

Stand up directly.

Eyes look at some fans behind me.

"If there is no small spades, we can't go to the present. The record is there, 12 kills, 1 dead, 7 assists, and even in the end, he is alone. It's that we are tired of him, not that he is tired. we."

Lin Feng’s words made some people’s faces not come to Taiwan. They didn’t feel that they were wrong.

"My forest **** has changed. If I talk like this, it will make us dislike."

Lin Feng single-handedly trouser pockets: "Which, love likes or dislikes."

Those people still want to say something.

At this time, everyone who saw all the Confederate teams stood up, so they stood behind Lin Feng.

Nothing can't afford to lose.

Just a little bit.

No one can bully their players.

Even those people are fans.

They have to go back!

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