MTL - National School Prince Is A Girl-Chapter 1760 First thousand eight hundred thirty eight nine, meet

Chapter 1760, the first thousand eight hundred thirty eight nine, meet

Huaxia team, there are only fans on the side, with icons on their faces.

Even so, it did not affect the excitement on their faces.

Gradually, people began to get more.

Some people even hold their lips in front.

The game that belongs to the hero rang.

In general, the big screen is also starting to roll over the finalists.

The construction of the stage was also carried out to the final stage of completion.

Everything in front of me is quite fresh for the building.

After all, she usually pays little attention to the stars.

It’s even less like walking with a group of young people.

There is no label on her face.

Since the crowd, she has stood in the ranks.

A professional suit, the light color is not light, but does not make people feel that there is a distance.

There have been many fans in the same industry who have seen her.

After all, most of the students appear here are international students, and their age is also small.

The building is undoubtedly eye-catching.

More eye-catching than her is the man standing next to her with a black umbrella.

He smiled as if he was talking about something.

What umbrella is this time?

After a while, he walked away, like going shopping.

The two girls who lined up together opened their mouths: "Sister, are you going to see the game with your boyfriend?"

It should be that handsome guy likes, and then the sister is accompanying, after all, watching temperament is also the love to play games.

The building smirked: "He came with me."

"Sister is not like an e-sports fan!" The girls looked at it a bit, some wonder.

The building said frankly: "I only started to look at it recently. This time I came to see Z."

Suddenly, the two sisters were even more excited: "Family!"

The eyebrows are raised in the building, or the business model is not changed.

"Sister, we are also spades." One of the sisters smiled: "I am a girlfriend powder."

The other sister coughed: "If you are not afraid of Qin Shen killing you, you can continue to say."

"I found that my sister's powder has grown more and more recently, and I am really happy."

The floor listened to the two young people talking and hooked their mouths.

As the team moves forward.

Because of the height, I look at it from this perspective.

The building has been able to see the front of the scene.

Seven or eight teenagers sat on the long table.

They are wearing black and red uniforms, some are drinking water, and some are laughing.

One of them, with a handsome face, overflowing the arc in the light, reveals the taste of youth, and the broken hair hits the ear, not the silver-gray, but the ink of the oriental.

For so many people, juvenile signatures should be the slowest.

Because I can still hear someone laughing: "All the speed is used to play the game."

"It’s not like Lin Feng’s predecessors, they are all used to fly planes.” The young man leaned on that side and looked at the person on his side: "Oh, always sad."

Lin Feng: ...He beat this person and can still go out alive?

"Signature is signed, what is said, what car to drive!" Lin Feng hate iron is not steel: "Attention, will be heard."

Thin nine smashed his own hand: "I feel that the last time I was tired in high school, I should invent a seal."

"If you go on, you will become a large-scale powder off the scene." Lin Feng reminded her.

Thin Jiuyi smiled: "The people in the queue are more tired, I understand, I am lazy."

"It’s rare to be as lazy as you are." Lin Feng took a punch: "Appreciate."

This is the ridicule of the signature.

After the tune, the thin nine put down the mineral water bottle, bowed down and was about to continue...

(End of this chapter)