A man suddenly stood up in the audience.

Because of their outstanding body shape and temperament.

It attracted a lot of attention in an instant.

"Xiao Da..."

"Have he watched the game, too?"

"In such a final, it is impossible for Xiangnan team to not come."

"That's right, but looking at Xiao Da's appearance, wouldn't he think the Emperor Alliance has lost and is leaving."

"To be honest, there is really no way to fight back, it's a pity."

The discussions became louder and louder.

But Xiao Jing did not go to see it, but instead set his eyes on Qin Mo. When he returned to the city, he took off his headphones and drank water, he suddenly spoke: "Qin Mo, Asian Games, are your Emperor League going to play like this?"

This is the first time that everyone heard Xiao Jing say such things. After all, Captain Xiao never speaks without saying anything, whether in a competition or an interview.

After he spoke, Watanabe, who was sitting in the rest seat, looked at him.

The commentator and the organizing committee also focused their attention.

Normally, as long as the game does not affect, they will not interfere with anyone's words.

It's just a little unexpected.

The director is very smart and knows that this is a highlight, so he directly transfers the camera to Qin Mo's face.

At this time, the live broadcast audience had only one idea.

I, the Great Qin God, still have the heart 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 emit light. I really want to lick the screen!

The director turned the camera around to see what Qin Mo said.

Unexpectedly, Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, put down the mineral water bottle, held the mouse again with his right hand, and said only one word with a calm expression: "Yes."

Um?

Um?!!!

What does huh mean?

Zhao Sanpang wanted to stand up and roar like he was the master!

He used to think that Qin Mo was unparalleled and deserved a beating.

Why am I am still so virtuous...wait!

This guy, shouldn't...will not!

Zhao Sanpang suddenly widened his eyes, then sat down, touched his chin with his fingers, and said in a divine manner: "Captain, I think Qin Mo is holding it in a bad mood. Do you have this feeling?"

Xiao Jing glanced at him without going around the circle, and said in a concise way what he wanted to say most: "Qin Mo's memory has been restored."

"It's definitely recovered! His word "hmm" is almost shoulder to shoulder with the sun. This is how he was when he played against us!" Zhao Sanpang said, gritting his teeth.

Goddess Luo held her face and looked cute. She only had Bo Jiu left in her eyes: "I think it's not someone else who is holding on to the bad. My male god is really holding on to the bad."

Zhao Sanpang simply doesn't want to care about this characteristic of girls looking at people's faces.

It depends on your body shape.

Who is as strong as him!?

snort!

I really don't know how to appreciate it!

None of the people present knew Qin Mo better.

But it is obvious that in the eyes of many people, the outcome of this game has been decided.

The Emperor Alliance is just struggling now.

It's a matter of time to lose this game.
Chapter completed!