Suddenly, a person stood up in the auditorium.
Because the figure and temperament are too outstanding.
It attracted a lot of attention in an instant.
"Xiao Da..."
"Did he come to the game too?"
"It's impossible for the Shonan team not to come to such a final."
"That's true, but looking at Xiao Da's appearance, don't you think that the Emperor League has lost and you have to leave."
"To be honest, there is really no way to fight back. It's really a pity."
The discussion became louder and louder.
But Xiao Jing didn't look at it, but put his eyes on Qin Mo, and when he went back to the city to take off his earphones to drink water, he suddenly said, "Qin Mo, Asian Games, this is what your Imperial League is planning to do." fight?"
This was the first time that everyone heard Xiao Jing say such a thing. After all, whether it was a game or an interview, Captain Xiao was always able to keep silent.
After he spoke, Watanabe, who was sitting on the rest seat, looked towards him.
The narrator and the organizing committee also focused their attention.
Normally, as long as it does not affect the game, they will not interfere with who speaks.
Just a little unexpected.
The director was very smart and knew that this was a point to watch, so he directly shifted the camera to Qin Mo's face.
At this time, the audience of the live broadcast had only one thought.
I, Daqin God, still have the mind to drink water.
The game was so intense.
Why is the posture of drinking water still so handsome, even the slender fingers seem to be able to radiate light, I really want to lick the screen!
The director turned the camera around to see what Qin Mo had to say.
Unexpectedly, Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, put down the mineral water bottle, held the mouse again with his right hand, and only said one word with an indifferent expression, "En."
Um
Um? ! ! !
What does um mean
Zhao Sanpang wanted to learn to stand up and roar like a master!
He used to think that Qin Mo was incomparably in need of a beating.
How come amnesia is still such a virtue... Wait!
This guy, shouldn't... shouldn't!
Zhao Sanpang's eyes widened suddenly, then he sat down, touched his chin with his fingers, and said in a godlike way, "Captain, I think Qin Mo is trying to hold back, do you have this feeling?"
Xiao Jing glanced at him, without going around in circles, and said what he wanted to say most concisely, "Qin Mo's memory has recovered."
"Absolutely recovered! He's almost hanging shoulder to shoulder with the sun. He was like this when he played against us!" Zhao Sanpang said through gritted teeth.
Goddess Luo hugged her face, looking like a cute nympho, only Bo Jiu was left in her eyes, "I don't think it's someone else who is holding back bad things, my male god is really holding back bad things."
Zhao Sanpang simply doesn't want to pay attention to the fact that girls look at people's faces.
Have their own look at the figure.
Who is as big as him!
snort!
I really don't know how to appreciate it!
None of the people present knew Qin Mo better than these three.
But obviously, in the eyes of many people, the outcome of this game has already been decided.
The Alliance is just struggling now.
Losing this game is a matter of time.
Mei Lin observed the emotions of the crowd, "We can see some audiences on the field, who are starting to feel bored. Of course, the fans of the Dimension League are all worried about their favorite team. It's a pity, but it's like I said at the beginning. , In fact, the Imperial League can regard this battle with Japan as a sublimation study."