This is a mystery, and no one will know except Special Assistant Yuan.
The wind direction is a very mysterious thing. If there are few people talking about it, all ghosts and snakes will disappear.
It's just that the people who manipulated this matter didn't expect the speed to be so fast.
Xu's villa.
Xu Yiwan was talking and laughing with a friend from the media who was in frequent contact with her mobile phone.
The person dressed as the assistant walked in from the outside, his face was not very good-looking.
Xu Yiwan saw that he had something to say, and said to the other side: "Stop talking, it's already so late, I'm going to bed, there's a match the day after tomorrow, you should also rest well."
"You have to rest well, our only great goddess, you must remember the interview I said, see you then, future star."
"Any future star will tease me." Xu Yiwan smiled softly: "Okay, hang up, good night."
After closing the line, Xu Yiwan's smile also disappeared, and she turned her eyes and said, "What's the matter? Are you so anxious to see me?"
"It's the scandal between you and Master Feng. I don't know what happened. Since just now, the popularity has been getting lower and lower. There is no mention of Miss Heiyan on the other side. It has been replaced by..." Speaking of this, the man After a pause, he said, "bey."
The more Xu Yiwan listened, the darker her eyes became: "What else could be going on? It's just that the PR department has come out. It doesn't matter. Soon, people will no longer feel that Bey is worth remembering. Tomorrow's first match, someone will do it These things, if there is anything they won’t do, you push them again, since it’s a substitute fight, there will always be people who can’t tolerate this person who is not an official player of the Imperial League at all, so bey should be a thing of the past... "
In the sky outside, with the strong wind, even the shadow of the bright moon disappeared. It was said that there was a continuous rainstorm.
The whistling wind made Mo Bei cover the two little people with quilts. There was a thunder flash, and it would not be so safe to use electronic products. In addition, tomorrow is the first match, and Mo Bei did not play again. He continued to train, but opened the medicine box and applied the medicine on his right arm again. Just looking at her side face, he showed no emotion except coldness and indifference.
How could others see that she had a problem with her right arm.
After all, just now, when she was replaying the game, she got a quadruple kill.
Ordinary people really can't see it.
Mo Bei was lying on the bed, looking at the sky lantern with dark eyes, and she was only worried that that person would see it.
However, if it is only at this stage, it should not be a big problem.
What is difficult to deal with is the future friendly exchange game.
Mo Bei closed his eyes, lowered his eyelashes, and sighed softly in his heart, he had no choice but to coax him when the time came...
the next day.
Dawn is especially early.
Probably because of the strong wind that blew all night last night.
There are not many pedestrians on the road.
The usual stalls for buying soybean milk and fried dough sticks have not yet been set up.
The sanitation workers cleaned up all the broken branches and leaves on the street before everyone got up.
Especially in the large square where the competition is held, more attention should be paid to the environment.
The first match is different from others. After all, everyone knows that the best way to be remembered is to become famous in the first match.
And there is a very flexible place for the first match. It doesn't need to be a team. As long as the points ranking in the game reaches the passing line, they can participate in the competition. The purpose is to select the best players to go to Milan. It is said that this game is not only open to professional players, high-end players are also there, as people say, every three years at this time, it is the heyday of heroes...
(end of this chapter)