MTL - National School Prince Is A Girl-Chapter 1701 The first thousand nine hundred and fifty-eight Chinese team collection

Hua, summer!

Dragon and Phoenix dance in the back!

Falling can clearly see the fireworks burning in Xiao Jing's eyes.

No man, no hope, his hard work and hard work can be used to glory for the country.

And this day is finally here!

Both online and on television are reported.

Nowadays, the number of game users in China has reached 500 million.

This has already predicted that China's e-sports has begun to be known.

But just being known is not enough.

Many people think that it is something that Internet addiction teenagers will do.

Addicted to the game, no one will advocate it.

But if it is e-sports, you may wish to fight together.

Maybe no one knows.

In 2005, there was a king player who wore the flag of China and won the infinite glory.

The voice of the host came slowly, like telling a story.

Since that time, it seems that victory has never belonged to China.

"I believe that this year will be different."

This is what the commentator looked at on the screen.

Just at the same time.

Lin's building.

A large classroom.

A remote town in the Tibetan area.

An amusement park for rich children.

In the villa of Feng’s family.

And the fields where crops are being harvested.

Lin Feng, Yun Hu, Yin Wu Yao, coco, Feng Shang, Lin Shentao.

At the same time, I received a small tablet.

The tablet is open and there is only one sentence on it.

Three days ago, Qin Mo was called back to China.

I thought it was a task.

Unexpectedly, his father is not for the sake of the army.

Instead, bring others to his front.

Qin Mo knew the man, and the twilight was slightly biased. He only gave the other four words: "I will not rebuild."

If the person did not export, he was blocked back. After making a phone call, he said: "Do not rebuild, Mr. Qin Mo, would you like to come back again, form the Chinese team, lead our country's e-sports team, and represent China in the battle? ""

Qin Mo paused: "I lead? Who chooses the team? I?"

"This..." The man went out and called again.

After returning, "As long as the players are 18 years old, Mr. Qin Mo can choose, we also have a list here."

Qin Mo stood up: "I don't care about some of the lists you provide. On the battlefield, the most important thing is to cooperate and win. What do you say?"

"This is of course." But the person still wants to recommend the fresh blood of the present: "These two are good, do you want to see Mr. Qin Mo?"

Qin Mo picked up his eyebrows and swept the paper on his hand. One of the spades T and the innocent were in the first choice.

He lifted his head and looked at the man. The gas field was a bit dare to look at him: "Is this the list you provided?"

The humanity said: "These newcomers have performed well and their popularity is particularly good. Mr. Qin Mo, I know that you have feelings for some people and definitely want to choose people you are familiar with, but this time the competition is different. I hope that you will focus on the overall situation."

"Are you sure that the organizing committee thinks this way?" Qin Mo listened to his words, and his voice faded a lot: "Come to me is to recognize my choice."

The man chuckled: "Of course, in addition to the competition, it is important to support new people, right?"

"Yes." Qin Mo side: "Let them join hands and win bey."

The man said: "This is a bit difficult?"

“Is not to support new people?” Qin Mo is very dark: “Or I can guide myself.”

The man is full of dishes: "This..."