Chapter 1712
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In an instant.
Those IDs that had been abandoned filled the entire screen.
"I'm in Jiang City, waiting for you to come back."
"I'm in An City, waiting for you to come back."
"I'm in Border City, waiting for you to come back."
"I'm in …"
It was just a short minute.
Thousands of replies, one after another, increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Some people said that this was a true Spade fan.
Those who were active, looking for the same image.
They just liked Z's outer shell and handsomeness.
Hence, just because there was a slight resemblance, they felt that the other party was the person in their heart.
This was understandable, after all, making oneself happy was the most important, regardless of who the other party liked.
But true Spade fans would only appear at such times.
Some of them were students, some were office workers, and some were newbies who had just entered society.
They stopped abruptly.
Some emotions that had never been numbed.
Surged out from their eyes.
That group of people had used one competition after another to tell everyone.
What it meant to survive in adversity, to be strong against the strong.
When you grow up, you will understand that nothing in this world is easy.
But you have to believe that we humans have always been fireflies on the ground, we can make a comeback and pluck the stars.
If you are really tired.
Then ask.
Can the dream in your heart be awakened again with this group of people …
When the news came out.
Spade T, who had just been slapped in the face, didn't believe it at all.
But this didn't affect the continued popularity.
Spade T's plan was to stick to the other party.
But not everyone would be like those who like to be in a shell.
Spade T still didn't understand.
True Spade fans wouldn't care about her at all.
Hence, this time, there wasn't any effect.
Those people were only waiting for one thing.
That was, was it true?
That group of people was coming back.
Was it true?
At this moment.
In the city center of Jiang City, in a tall building.
One after another, figures strolled in.
Swoosh!
The door of the base opened.
Light shone in.
Rao Rong was still sitting in front of the computer, his black hair covered with headphones, his hand by the side.
Qin Mo was wearing a black and red uniform, standing in the middle with his back facing the back. The two words "China" behind him, with flames, fluttering in the wind. It was as though one could hear the beating of the heart.
After hearing the sound of the door.
He turned his head.
Wherever his gaze landed.
Bo Jiu, Xiao Jing, Lin Feng, Yun Hu, Luoluo, Feng Shang, Coco, Lin Chentao, Yin Wuyao, Zhao Sanpang.
These people were still the same as they were in his memory. They were youths in the prime of their youth.
They were all wearing the same uniform.
On the cuffs, there was a national emblem.
They stood in a straight line in front of the door, their sleeves fluttering in the wind, a faint smile on their faces.
"They're all here." Qin Mo opened his mouth, his voice calm as though he was exchanging pleasantries with an old friend. "Let's begin."
It was just a short sentence, but it seemed to be able to shake something.
The aura he exuded made the assistant standing behind him freeze on the spot.
However, it was not that there was no reaction.
After all, the higher-ups had asked him to take care of these esports players.
But that scene was too cool.
He was so handsome that the assistant couldn't help but raise his hand.
With a click, the photo was formed.
Qin Mo stood at the front. Everyone behind him had a gleam in their eyes.
The photo was posted to the official account.
There was only one sentence accompanying the picture.
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