National School Prince Is A Girl

Chen Xiaodong could not find the answer.

Because he doesn't know how sometimes, the group of people's carnival will become more and more out of the person who is out of place.

The first stop of the resurrection.

This day, for all members of the Confederate team, means the last chance.

The teenager skated on the skateboard, like the wind, passing over the long lane.

Outside the arena, fans are already looking forward to it.

The voices that can be heard are not lower than in the semi-finals.

Because, everyone knows that this year's participation in the resurrection is the Dimension!

More than that.

What makes fans more excited is that the person is back!

A bang!

The door was pulled open.

The first thing that caught the eye was the pure black uniform, which was sung by the wind.

No girl fans can't help but hold their mouths.

Some media have said that the appearance of Qin Mo is no less than the first-line superstar.

This is even worse.

He stood in front of the car, standing tall and straight, his face was beautiful, and his left hand was wrapped in a white bandage, such as a thousand layers of petals spreading, and indifferent carelessness.

The two words of the Dimension, the dragon and the phoenix dance in the wind.

Some teams have watched it, and it has not been easy to find this time they want to win.

Because Qin Mo is back. ‘

The return of Qin Mo, so that some of the teams that did not have to participate in the resurrection race also came, but they are sitting in the auditorium, just want to see the Qin Mo who cures the hand, in the end can be so powerful.

In the lounge.

Lin Feng bent over his own shoelace and raised his hand again. Naturally, he put his arm on the shoulder of Yunhu: "Worry?"

"How come." Yunhu is biased, and his mouth is still proud.

Two people wear the same uniforms, and when they stand together, they will always take special.

The resurrection game actually tests not the mere technology, but the resistance and physical strength of the team members.

Nothing wrong, it is physical strength.

High-intensity serial game.

Five consecutive games a day.

How about one more than two hours.

This intensity is a temper for the entrant's own eyes, not to mention tactics and how to restore hand speed.

Each team must measure the physical fitness and endurance of their team members, and then arrange the order of appearance.

It is different from other teams in talking about a lot of strategies.

The slenderness of the Qin desert is holding a cigarette. The handsome is like a star player: "It’s quick and fast, it doesn't take time."

No more than eight words.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows and turned his head to the low-necked warfare. He said: "Little spades, the captain’s translation means that you don’t want to be jealous, you just do it."

"I also think it's better to win." The young man was carrying a zipper, and the white tiger's teeth smashed and slammed, and the war suit was worn. The smile at the corner of his mouth was not regressed: "How else can we show our standard." ”

Lin Feng snorted, these two people, really a way, very shameless.

Also consider the feelings of other teams.

People are still negotiating strategies. These two people are thinking about how to save the duration of the game.

"You can kill this, you can kill it, and the Yao sister can't keep up with the baby." Lin Feng opened a bottle of water and made a look at the thin nine.

Thin nine back, laughed, and did not say anything more, just rolled up an elbow suit cuffs, carrying a lollipop, calmly stretched legs, loose and scattered, clear evil.

"It's almost time." Yin had no medicine leaning against the wall, raising his hand and glanced at the time on the watch.