Coco was very touched to hear such comforting words!
But just as he was about to hug Little Spade back, he glanced up and saw his captain's smile.
The meaning behind that smile was simple. If you dare to hug me back, I'll break your paws.
Coco was shocked. "Little Spade, you can console me, but why are you hugging me? Do you want Captain to tear me apart?"
With that, Coco stopped and calmed himself down. As expected, compared to the internet attacks, he was more afraid of Captain's gaze!
Bo Jiu felt hurt. Shouldn't Little Sissy be extremely touched at this moment?
Why was he so afraid?
Bo Jiu was still raising her brows.
The atmosphere in the team had changed completely.
Everyone knew why Coco had such a reaction. They were all suppressing their laughter.
Lin Feng let out a long breath and said, "Deal with it."
Yes, since it happened, they had to solve it.
This was their usual style.
They would deal with it when they couldn't solve it.
Besides, they believed Feng Yi was already in the process.
As for the process, they would have to wait until dawn.
From 3am to 8am, this was the most difficult time.
Bo Jiu suggested, "Go and rest, put aside the training. Especially at this time, you have to be more alert in front of the media. I'm guessing Old Fox Feng has some plans. Why don't we wait for his call?"
"Sure." Yin Wuyao was the first to stand up. He reached out and massaged the back of his neck. "It's important to relax before the match. If you can't sleep, you can play cards. "
"I-it's fine to play cards!" Feng Shang blushed. "I-I'm good at cards!"
Bo Jiu laughed. "Then let's play cards. I'll be in the same group as Brother Mo."
Qin Mo arched a brow. "Are you sure I know how to play?"
"Brother Mo, don't worry. Even if you lost your memory, no one is better than you when it comes to scheming," Bo Jiu lowered her voice.
Qin Mo smiled. "Is that a compliment?"
"Of course." Bo Jiu adjusted her collar. "I'll help you draw the cards later. I won't brag about anything else, but my luck is really good!"
Ten minutes later.
Qin Mo glanced at the cards that a certain someone had drawn and arched a brow. "Is this what you meant by having good luck?"
Bo Jiu, who had drawn three useless tiles in a row, was frustrated. Why wasn't this mahjong giving her any face?
"Brother Mo, actually, this isn't a big deal. If you touch more, you can hit 13 Youngsters." Bo Jiu tried to clear her name.
Qin Mo scoffed, replying slowly, "By the time you're done with the thirteen, the others will have already won."
Bo Jiu: … Why did he have to say something that everyone knew?
"Brother Mo, didn't you say you don't know how to play?"
Qin Mo arched a brow and glanced at the cards on the table lazily. His voice was faint. "It's such a simple game. You can learn it after one round."
With that, he held onto her wrist with one hand and reached out with the other. He picked up a card and pushed it forward. "Pick yourself, all colors."
Everyone was stunned!
Lin Feng felt even more devastated. "Didn't I play this card in the last round? Captain, why didn't you eat Hu back then? "
"Is that so?" Qin Mo replied nonchalantly, "I guess I didn't know how to play just now."
I wouldn't believe you!
He was obviously trying to pick himself!
Lin Feng scratched his head and glanced over at Baby Feng, who had said he was a thief. He was still arranging the cards!
He facepalmed. Was this called a thief?
It seemed like Baby Feng didn't understand the word thief well enough!
Bo Jiu was delighted, starting to collect the money.
Lin Feng rolled up his sleeves, preparing for a counterattack on the third round.
Who knew that as soon as the cards were placed on the table, she heard the person opposite her speak. Even her tone was very casual. "Do you know why your luck is so bad?"
Bo Jiu glanced over. "Why?"
"Because you hugged someone you shouldn't have." Qin Mo raised his hand casually, throwing out a card.
Everyone: "…"
They had been wondering why their captain hadn't mentioned anything.
So this was what he was waiting for.
The person who shouldn't have been hugged shrunk his shoulders, biting the bunny's ear. He had a feeling that their captain would remember this for a long time.
As expected.
This was the third time Coco had been intercepted by his previous boss, Qin Mo.
He started to realize that his captain wasn't trying to win money, he was trying to attack him.
Anyone who played mahjong would understand!
That kind of joy when you were about to push your cards and announce your victory.
But suddenly, someone was in front of you.
You would feel like your entire life was gloomy.
And it wasn't just the first time, it was the third time! Three times!!!
Coco was starting to miss the good things about his fans.
Compared to his little plushies, the captain was simply not human! Ahhhh!
His teammates who were playing mahjong at the same table had to hold back their laughter. The atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.
Yin Wuyao was right.
It was right to relax before a big competition.
At least compared to before, the layer of alienation on the surface was gone.
Qin Mo won just like that.
Some people even felt that their captain had never lost his memory.
In that instant.
He seemed to have calmed down.
Even though there were too many people in this world who didn't understand and cursed.
But there was one person.
Ever since he created Supreme Alliance, he had never given up.
He understood your passion even though he never said it.
He became the support of the entire team. Even now, those people were shouting for him to leave.
We all said that you would get what you give.
In reality, this was wrong. Giving didn't mean you would get anything.
It meant that you didn't let down what you fought for.
The game started again.
It was as though all emotions were swept away.
Grandfather Butler even prepared beer.
Everyone took a sip, flipped a peanut in their mouth, and continued to play mahjong, enjoying themselves.
Bo Jiu looked at this scene and found an excuse to go to the washroom.
Grandfather Butler didn't say anything. After he followed her out, he said, "The laptop is ready, it's in your bedroom."
Since she planned to hack into the network, she wouldn't let anyone see.
Bo Jiu turned her body, moving the USB flash drive and pressing both hands on the pure black keyboard.
The crackling sound was so fast that no one could tell what she was doing.
The only thing that could be seen was a letter flashing on the screen.
Z.
Then came the code.
Two posts.
As expected, it was the same IP.
Bo Jiu looked at the results and was even more certain of her guess. She continued to search for the IP address.
Final destination: Jiang City, Xinghong Apartment, Unit 8, Building 6, 603.
Bo Jiu followed the IP address and found the location, directly hacking into the opponent's computer.
At this moment, Quan didn't know.
He had just ordered takeout and was planning to eat while watching the show. Now, the Internet was fighting.
No matter how united a team was, the fans might not necessarily like everyone in the team, so they could only fight.
Who cares about the overall situation?
Quan laughed and planned to post another post.
But for some reason, he couldn't operate it.
It wasn't a problem with the account. Maybe the account could be banned.
But he had many other accounts. Why couldn't he operate the others?
Not only couldn't he operate it, but he couldn't even log in. It kept showing that it was a page error.
What the hell is going on?!
Quan only noticed the obvious abnormality but didn't know when the camera function of the computer was turned on.
It automatically entered his live broadcast room.
And in that room, there was only one message. It was the chat record between him and a stranger!
This chat record appeared on the Internet in the form of a screenshot.
Everyone was stunned.
They were obviously looking for trouble with the Supreme Alliance!
And it was premeditated. They even dared to sow discord!
Some of the fans finally calmed down. They thought about it. At such a time, they still came to the official site to cause trouble. This was obviously helping the black belt.
After some people realized this, they froze and broke out in cold sweat.
Some people still couldn't figure it out, but fortunately, the truth was out.
Gradually, some attentive fans started to notice something.
"I was wondering why this netizen wouldn't let go of Almighty Qin. So it's because he has a grudge."
"Grudge? Why do you say that? "
"Everyone's first reaction to that picture would be to find out what the two of them were talking about. But one of them should be recognized by the netizens. Isn't that the live-streamer Quan who played games with Almighty Qin and won by luck? Later, after he died in the room, he was tortured by Almighty Qin and was killed as soon as he came out of the spring. His gaming experience was terrible to a certain extent. No wonder he tried so hard to influence. Everything else aside, I just hope that the fans of the Supreme Alliance will think about this matter and what we should do. Almighty Qin has indeed lost his memory. The organizing committee can't not make a decision. We are upset, but the Supreme Alliance must be even more upset. I played basketball in school. Although it's different from esports, but in any competitive event, how can they play without the support of the entire team? I can even understand how much psychological pressure they are under at this time. Do you think Almighty Qin still has a chance to participate? Just thinking about this makes me very upset. But no matter what, I will go to the venue and buy tickets because I understand that waiting for them is the only way to support them. "
The person who posted this never thought that there would be a day when his post would gain so many fans.
Feng Yi was right about one thing. There were people like that.
But people like that also needed to be driven.
People kept coming out and changing things bit by bit.
Although it couldn't suppress Quan's post for the time being.
But a single spark could start a prairie fire.
And Quan, who did these things, only realized that his actions had been exposed half an hour later.
He wanted to explain in a panic but realized that his live broadcast room had long been turned on. The number of people watching online was unprecedentedly high and directly saw his expression.
At that moment, he knew that he was finished.
Perhaps in their circle, the bottom line was very low.
But there was one thing that people hated to play tricks.
This was something that all the netizens wouldn't forgive.
Moreover, he used tricks to frame a professional team that was about to win glory for the country.
No one would forgive him.
From stealing Qin Mo's move to not admitting to it to this intentional action.
This was simply challenging the most basic bottom line of a person!
In an instant.
The public opinion on the Internet changed.
Quan was scolded to the point that he didn't dare to do a live broadcast. At first, he complained that he was wronged and said that he was confused. He only did it when others said that. Now that he thought about it, he was simply being used!
Would Bo Jiu fall for this?
This was the biggest joke in the world.
The main culprit was someone else.
But an accomplice was also a type of murderer.
How could he say that he wasn't guilty when it was already carried out?
She wasn't the Almighty and wouldn't consider so much.
But there was one point.
Everyone in the family was gaming properly and preparing for the competition.
You came up with one plan after another and still say that you were wronged?
Do you understand this saying?
The one who started it first was cheap.
After dealing with Quan, she didn't turn off her computer. Instead, she continued to dig, intending to dig out the culprit.
But because of this, Bo Jiu had prepared herself.
Fan Jia was already prepared. After briefing Quan, she went offline early.
She used a computer from a small internet cafe in an alley, so it was easy to clean up the traces.
Bo Jiu found the place but was aware that the computer had been turned off. Before it was turned off, it had been processed in detail.
There was only one person who had such conditions, liked to use such methods, and was still haunting: Fan Jia.
Bo Jiu glanced at the screen. She curled her fingers and knocked on the table.
In the Golden Triangle, she had placed all her attention on the Almighty, including how to get rid of his mistrust and murderous intent and how to stick to him.
But she hadn't paid attention to the situation over there.
After all, Kawang was already dead.
The organization had been disbanded and many of its members had been sent to China. Even the poppies had been burned, leaving nothing behind. It was to prevent the darkness from rising again.
Fan Jia hadn't been caught?
Bo Jiu frowned slightly.
What followed was a vague sense of unease.
She wasn't sure what she was feeling uneasy about.
She stood up and was about to light a cigarette.
But before she could reach for it, someone pushed open the door and walked in.
"My Sugar Daddy is really something. Of all things, why did you learn to smoke?"
There wasn't a hint of anger in that cold voice. It was so familiar that Bo Jiu paused. She finally knew what she was feeling uneasy about.
In fact, in this world, other than her Little Princess Qin, what else could make her feel uneasy?
"What's wrong?" Qin Mo hadn't thought much of his words but when he saw Bo Jiu's face, his fingers stilled.
Is this guy unhappy?
His words were usually more vicious but he had never seen such an expression on her face.
What was going on?
That was Qin Mo's first reaction.
He didn't even have time to think about it.
Bo Jiu could hear the concern in his voice. She smiled. "Nothing, I just suddenly craved candy and couldn't find it. That's why I wanted to smoke."
Qin Mo glanced at her, his voice calm. "Come over."
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