MTL - National School Prince Is A Girl-Chapter 1759 First thousand eight hundred thirty seven

Chapter 1759 First thousand eight hundred thirty seven

“Tomorrow?” The building looked at the work of the past two days. After marking one of the conferences with a pen, it was said: “Is there still four or five days from the World Championship?”

Thinly fainted and pulled the curtains: "There is an internal meeting."

She raised her eyebrows and didn't ask him how he knew it. It seems that she is still not thorough enough in chasing idols.

However, the fact that the members did not announce the news from the team indicates that they do not want anyone to know their itinerary.

Her secretary also said.

E-sports players, under normal circumstances before the game, are the most stressful times.

This time probably because it is a world competition.

After all, after landing, give some information.

Internal meeting?

The building has not been mentioned in many places.

Maybe it was someone who bought fake news from the ox.

Going to Milan one day earlier, there is nothing wrong with it.

She really wants to see the boy, what a real person looks like.

This is a feeling that has never been seen before.

October 28th.

This is the most anticipated day for Chinese e-sports fans.

Official news, the team owner has arrived in Milan.

Even the airport map was thrown.

Unfortunately, why not advance notice.

This way they can go to see real people.

“Enjoy international students every day.”

"My big spades are a back view, and I don't even see my face."

"The scorpions definitely need to have a jet lag, so they didn't arrange for people to pick up the plane."

"E-sports competition, no need to pick up the plane, everyone is sensible."

After all, it is different from water and soil.

Others are fine.

When Zhao Sanfu came, he softly squatted in the hotel and told everyone that he had to eat him, and he did not eat it. He was completely uninterested in what he liked.

"There is activity, the internal meeting will be." Thin nine's hand was shot on his shoulder: "You are sure not to show you handsome?"

Zhao San fat waved his hand: "This brother is really not good, let Qin Qin machine a chance."

Qin Mo stood there, his face was very expensive, like he did not listen to him, but when he left, he said: "The stomach of fat **** is only suitable for porridge, gatherings, etc. Inform him, look at him by the way, don't let him mess around."

"This is for sure." The private doctor pushed the glasses around.

Zhao San fat: ... lying in the trough, he also wants to open the foam noodles of his suitcase to solve the shackles, this Qin Xin machine is simply breaking his back!

Five p.m.

The dusk of Mi l is beautiful.

Under the European architecture, next to the hotel fountain, you can see the flying pigeons.

Lazy is here to show the best.

Because of the coming of the world competition.

The pavilion has already begun on the square.

There are fans coming and going.

Take a photo in advance.

What's more, today all the teams have an internal meeting after the interview.

Huaxia is no exception.

However, they did not inform, but also abroad, there will not be many people coming here.

Most of them ran to the cst area on the left hand side.

After all, in their eyes, the Chinese team is not threatening.

This time in Asia, they played, it is equivalent to giving them the opportunity to win the cst.

Judging from the past achievements of China, they can’t be their opponents.

There is no one in the team, and it is really not worth them to see.

(End of this chapter)