Everyone sits at the conference table, analyzing one picture at a time.
Cat, Cat, Bear's baby face is rarely serious.
"I'm slow here, I should go faster, otherwise I won't be caught."
He reached out and tapped the screen, then lowered his head to record.
Others watched it again and again.
Every time the team starts, from who goes first to how to move, take the injury, pull, fight back and support, I have watched it more than ten times.
Many people are questioning the significance of this friendly match.
As it was said on the Internet, there is going to be a points race, so why come to such a match.
How could the Huaxia team beat the H country team? This is simply asking for humiliation.
Bey's behavior has been criticized all the time.
Because, other people are not the team itself.
What exactly is the meaning.
Right now, they are sitting here, with the same thought, the same posture, more detailed and stronger.
Can't lose.
Be sure to win the points race.
This is the most firm thought in everyone's heart.
That almost became the only force that supported them through the long darkness.
Little Devil Bo was standing there, a small figure with cute round eyes.
As long as he doesn't speak, he still looks like a child.
Zhao Sanpang stood beside him, endured it for a long time, and just wanted to pat his head.
Little Devil Bo raised his head, his eyes didn't look like a child's at all.
Zhao Sanpang put his hand away in embarrassment, pretending to be watching the video material seriously.
Little Devil Bo looked at him for a long time, but he didn't expose him, he just said: "Maybe they are no worse than you, Fat Lord."
"Ah, umm." Zhao Sanpang nodded while clasping his fists.
Little Devil Bo lowered his eyes: "Aren't you worried about Sister Bei? The comments on the Internet can't be controlled at all."
"I said young master, didn't your scheming father tell you that some words are not for control." Zhao Sanpang squatted down: "We have to believe that there are still some people who are waiting for us to win. "
Little Devil Bo's eyes flickered: "How can you make Sister Bei believe that she is the one who was typed according to the previous generation."
"For Xiaobudian, nothing makes her sadder than the disbandment of the Imperial Alliance." Zhao Sanpang looked at the little man: "Because she came from that time, the more she believed, there are still people in the world." Wait for her."
Is there really anyone other than the team waiting for Sister Bei
The Bo little devil looked at the tablet in his hand.
The questions that engulfed.
Each one will hit Mo Bei.
When you are abroad, you are facing the World Committee.
Some people wouldn't want Mo Bei to be spotless.
Only when there is a stain on her will the myth be shattered.
There is a saying that is good, why you are high and clean, you should be as bad as me.
The more people, the more thoughts.
Those who come to ask questions, of course hope to find out something.
But after a few questions, they realized that the person sitting in front of them was a bit difficult.
"Bey, why did you use your brother's account to participate in the competition." The foreign language sounded serious and oppressive at this moment: "Do you want to take revenge for your brother?"
Mo Bei's expression was very calm: "I use my own account."
This sentence made the person who came to the trial frowned: "Bey, do I need to remind you that you have a very valuable account, you don't use your original ID to participate in the competition, but use a new account to start the game, What is the logic?"
(end of this chapter)