Eight hundred and twentieth seventh, blood, the goal of the alliance
From his perspective.
The boy was bowing his head and motivating something.
After a while, he asked him: "Brother Mo, I use your computer to pick up the video information that Feng Yi wants to pass on."
"Yes." Qin Mo closed the magazine.
Bo Jiu put his phone aside, and the screen was still lit. The page of the phone was a photo of the two people on the bed before.
Qin Mo watched the screen slowly darken, and the warmth in his eyes finally came to light.
Bo Jiu is a hacker who respects others' **. When he saw that the laptop had a lock, he turned his head and first glanced at Qin Mo. After unbuttoning his hands itchy, he locked the computer again and asked, "Brother Mo, what's the password?"
"Mo Jiu, fight all." Qin Mo raised his eyes and had a hook on the corner of his eyes: "You just solved it, don't remember?"
Bo Jiu:...She just visited the solution, which was purely fun, and she really didn't pay attention to the password.
However, Mo Jiuquanzi... this password.
The boy paused for a rare moment and began to lower his head to tinker with a feeling of doing things with a bit of bullet.
Fortunately, it was very easy for Bo Jiu to receive a file.
"There is also a battle between foreign teams?" Bo Jiu looked at the document annotation, raised his eyebrows slightly, held the notebook with one hand, put it on the bed, and sat on it himself, so that Qin Mo could see it without getting up.
Qin Mo glanced over the game character on the video: "United Team."
It is obviously inappropriate to mention this team now.
Both of them still remember what happened yesterday.
Fortunately, Qin Mo did not pause on this topic: "Get back and take a look at the operation just now."
Bo Jiu is naturally happy to do more and speak less.
Gradually, the two people focused all their attention on operational analysis.
At the same time.
The Imperial Alliance team is also playing the same video.
After reading it.
The scene was silent.
Feng Yi pushed his glasses and knocked out the instrument on his hand.
“Too strong.”
Someone couldn't help but speak.
Even Yun Hu did not refute this argument.
Feng Yi is a fox, both in the mall and at the conference: "I let you see these things to make you realize that even if the resurrection match is easy, the national finals are never as simple as the resurrection match. You are the last team to be shortlisted. Compared to the Emperor League, each of the other nine teams should not be underestimated, let alone the Japanese team on the international server. You are far from enough."
Be prepared for danger in times of peace.
This is what Feng Yi wants to tell them.
Feng Shang and Xue Yaoyao looked at each other and clenched their hands together.
The stronger the opponent, the more he can stimulate combat effectiveness, and this is true.
After watching that video.
The atmosphere of the Imperial Alliance team has changed.
Practice the hand speed, study tactics and tactics.
Feng Yi came out of the conference room with a shallow smile.
The club director who followed him was still very worried: "Mr. Feng, what do you think we can get this time?"
Feng Yi stopped: "I thought Minister Zhang had always known the goal of the Emperor Alliance."
Minister Zhang was stunned when he heard this and smiled bitterly: "Mr. Feng seems to be so confident forever. You saw it just now, the opponent is too strong."
"So what?" Feng Yi looked sideways: "The team of the Imperial Alliance has always been strong when it comes to strong."
When you meet strong, you will be strong.
When Feng Shang and Xue Yaoyao came out and heard these four words, their chests were full of hotness.
Yes.
Chapter completed!