National School Prince Is A Girl

Chapter 212: our faith

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Xue Yaoyao raised her head, staring blankly at the handsome young man in front of her.

Bo Jiu chuckled and continued: "Don't forget, our goal is to dominate the new promotion competition."

It is because of the young man's evil and handsome posture that it makes people feel more excited.

If she played "Hero" at the beginning, she just wanted to find some friendship and comfort in the game world that she couldn't get in reality.

Now she not only found it, but also learned to fight and be strong in it.

This is a battlefield.

If Jiudian is the king, then they are his loyal knights.

We all tell ourselves at some point.

If I'm strong enough, I'll face the humiliation, face the sneer, and say "NO!"

This game is not just a simple game.

They are fighting for dignity!

Could it be that tomorrow, when others know the identity of Jiudian, Spade Z, they won't look at her with so many strange eyes

The night before the game, someone was destined to sleep badly.

Xue Yaoyao was the first one. After she finished a math problem, she forced herself to lie on the bed and go to bed early, but she couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. The last one sat up and began to study the techniques Bo Jiu gave her.

People in the same state, and Feng Shang.

He sat in front of the computer, didn't read the book, just looked at the game characters on the screen, and then turned his eyes to look at the place on the calendar that was heavily drawn with a red circle.

Professional team players... That was something he didn't even dare to dream of before.

Feng Shang lowered his head, clenched the mouse in his hand, he was too handsome with his glasses off.

The Internet cafe is still playing games in full swing, and the page of "Heroes" is hung high above it.

Someone knocked on the bar: "Boss? Hi, boss! What are you doing? Come and have a Coke!"

Yin Wuyao didn't speak, and passed the Coke over with a cigarette in his mouth.

The man rubbed his chin and asked, "What's the matter today, boss?"

"I don't know, it looks different from usual, and it is said that the Internet cafe will be locked at 10:30 today."

"Damn! It's so early?! I'm going to stay overnight! I've never seen an Internet cafe that doesn't open night sessions! Our boss is wayward!"

Yin Wuyao flicked the cigarette butt: "What are you talking about? You son of a bitch, pack up and prepare to close the door."

"Is it really closed? No, boss, uncle! Where are you going to go, and the Internet cafe is not open?"

Yin Wuyao paused for a moment, took the jacket and threw it on his shoulder: "Uncle, I want to go back to my old job, professional league."

After throwing down these words, Yin Wuyao left the Internet cafe.

A group of bewildered people remained.

"Did you just hear that? Old, the boss said he was going to play in the professional league?"

"Could the boss be joking?"

"It's impossible at his age..."

It was too cold outside the Internet cafe, and Yin Wuyao began to regret running out on impulse. Logically speaking, he is not too young. In the words of the children, his hand speed and eyesight could not keep up with the professional team.

What is a 30-year-old uncle doing

But the blood in his body could not help rekindling.

He thought, probably because of the boy's words, he said: "It's not enough to just win an award. If you don't shock the e-sports world, what kind of games are you playing?"