Qin Mo's eyes were very light, and the sound made by his two thin lips was graceful but deafening: "Let's go."

With these three words falling.

Everyone stood up, with different postures and appearances, but because they were wearing the same battle uniform, they brought people a full-scale aura.

Lights down.

Align the camera position a little.

When they come out.

I felt like something collapsed at this moment.

Even from the camera, it can be seen that the streaming light overflows in the eyes of the audience when they see these people.

"Imperial Alliance--are sure to win!"

This is a supportive thought from the heart.

I don't want them to stop there.

But keep winning!

"I didn't expect this team to be quite famous."

The most biased part of the audience is that a person's mouth is half bent, and just by looking at his figure, you can tell that this person should be good-looking.

But he was dressed up a little tightly. When he said this, he even reached out to press the brim of his hat in order to avoid the fans passing by.

Standing on his left was a slender figure. His ink-like eyes looked at the silver-haired boy on the field. The high nose bridge on the side was highlighted by the lights flashing through the field.

He didn't speak.

But we can see that among the three people who came, he was the most central one.

"Oh, there are so many people in China."

There was also a baby face wearing black-framed glasses and carrying a schoolbag, pushing the glasses and looking back and forth: "We can only see such a huge number of spectators in national competitions. There will not be so many resurrection competitions in normal times."

"The number of people in the country is different. I'm asking why you carry a bear schoolbag? Are you young or not?" Watanabe, wearing a hat, reached out and flicked behind him.

The baby face widened his eyes: "What do you know? This is called disguise!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to start arguing again.

The man standing in the middle spoke slowly, his voice very magnetic: "Find a place to sit first."

"Ah? I know!" The baby face stretched out his hand: "The deputy team wants to sleep, right? I bought three of the quietest seat tickets, which are very suitable for watching the game and resting in place."

"What should I rest? Look at the beauties around me." Watanabe has always been a character of a group of flowers. A typical playboy. Some people have said that he is only in love with e-sports. Apart from e-sports, nothing can make him last for a long time.

Three people sat down.

Only Hoshino's eyes were on the field.

The other two people, one was bored playing with their phones and the other was lowering the brim of the hat.

Anyway, no one really takes this resurrection game seriously.

After all, international e-sports teams like Sakura and the others do have this qualification.

It's not arrogance, but the most normal manifestation.

The resurrection race officially begins.

The screen horizontally above clearly writes a line of words.

1v1.

Members of the Imperial League Team—

Qin Mo!

It's just the appearance of that name.

The neon lights all gathered into one beam.

Whispers sounded from all directions.

The only thing that was talking about was the man who was already sitting in front of the computer.

Elegant, abstinent, handsome.

However, it is such a person.

But it only made his opponent feel a little.

It was indescribable to shudder.

Is this the Emperor Alliance coming to resurrection?

This is clearly to find the place.

At the beginning, the Qin Shen came out.
Chapter completed!