The past is too important to even think about forgetting it.
But if you are stuck in the past and shoulder the burden for a long time, you will stop moving forward.
Even though the little face is full of figures on the screen, she is subconsciously avoiding the Emperor League.
Those people are gone, to others, it's just a new generation, but to her, it's the disappearance of those who walked together.
Mo Bei stood tall and straight, his eyes didn't even change.
No matter how unwilling to admit it, those people will never play games with her again, and no one will tell her behind the computer: "To make friends, you have to hook your shoulders, otherwise you won't have the aura to attack."
"Don't teach me bad apprentice."
"What do you mean by teaching badly? It's not that I said you, little spade, don't hide with us if you have the ability, and see if the captain will punish you when he sees you."
"What do you know, the deep love and the deep responsibility, it's just being punished to jump the frog. Dad is even afraid of himself when he is serious."
"Blow, blow again!"
"Your captain will definitely not say, after punishing me, I will kiss him. Hush, cover our North and North..."
These, she will never forget, nor will she throw them away.
But on the field, the only thing she has to do is to go on, even if there is only one person, to go on, to win and to prove that the era belonging to that group of people is not over yet.
She is here, and the Emperor League is here!
No one could understand the turbulent surge in Mo Bei's eyes.
The girls standing there just felt a little uncomfortable being watched by her, especially what she said.
"You are the Emperor League? I just laughed, who gave you the face? Have our fans recognized you? Can you see who supports you? Don't you still understand?"
This sentence made Mo Nan clenched his fists, these people would not understand, the little face paralyzed is the person who is most reluctant to part with the Emperor League in the world, and who would have imagined that these two words would become knives today, stabbing with one knife at a time She doesn't even have dignity.
Sensing her brother's emotions, Mo Bei held his arm and shook his head slightly.
Mo Nan looked sideways, and his hair was broken down, covering his eyes.
"I told the truth, so I didn't even dare to open my mouth? Didn't you just clamor that you are the Emperor League? There are thousands of fans of the Emperor League, and none of them will support you, because you are too fake, fake make people..."
Before the girl finished sneering.
Suddenly, a childish voice sounded from behind everyone.
"Who said Sister Bey has no support?"
It's Little Bo. His dressing style today is obviously different from usual. He used to be in a small suit, white shirt or British overalls. This time he was wearing punk, wearing the same style as Mo Nan. There was a small keyboard on his back, and there was something shiny and shiny on his expensive little face, it was purple glitter, a heart was under his tear mole, followed by the words bey.
Compared with him, Nailin's support was more fancy, with a small fan, fluorescent sticks, and a T-shirt with Mo Bei's photo printed on him, and even the pendant hanging on his schoolbag was in the shape of Bei.
Of course, this is not a bright spot.
The highlight is a row of Qin family members behind the two little ones, each of them is a real man of 1.8 meters, and because of years of training and tracking, the momentum will always be stronger than ordinary people. At this time, each of them is wearing a support The first card, the little wings are still twinkling... It is really an unforgettable support screen...
(end of this chapter)