Chapter 687
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But the next second.
The youngster walked over.
He placed his left hand on Lin Feng's shoulder. When he glanced up, it was still that face.
Even though it was pale to the point of being devoid of blood.
But he still had silver hair and black eyes, so handsome that it took one's breath away.
"There's no need."
It was a very light word.
Lin Feng glanced down. The youngster's wrist was so red that it looked like it was about to bleed.
Even so, was there a need?
It wasn't necessary for her.
The youngster knew what the world was like.
And he knew what human nature was like.
"A loss is a loss." “
The youngster stood there.
Tall and straight like a pine tree in winter.
But even so.
Xue Yaoyao saw the youngster's clenched fists hidden under the uniform.
It must be painful.
During the game.
What exactly was he relying on?
And now, what was he relying on for the youngster to stand there and admit defeat?
It was to preserve the last shred of Supreme Alliance's dignity.
Some of the fans couldn't say anything else.
After all, everyone could see the youngster's state.
Even if he lost.
He didn't have any intention of finding an excuse.
Xue Yaoyao turned her head. If she had been stronger, the outcome wouldn't have been like this.
When did we start to learn to cry?
When did we feel sad, wronged, and disappointed?
When did we learn to force the tears back into our eyes and stare unwaveringly at the gazes coming from all directions?
There was a type of growth that always made people wear armor and not fear the darkness.
It was because they believed that they would see the light one day …
The ceremony always had to end perfectly.
The youngster represented Supreme Alliance. He had to go up and shake hands with the other team's captain.
Right at this moment.
Clang!
The door was pushed open.
A tall and slender figure strolled over from the light of time.
The members of Supreme Alliance froze the moment they turned around.
That person had a handsome face that everyone present was familiar with.
His chiseled side profile carried a coldness that was as sharp as a blade.
The combat uniform he was wearing made him look like a commander from Star Trek. The white gloves on his hands fit perfectly without leaving any gaps.
If it was a name.
Shouting it out would make people feel powerful.
That was the kind of existence he was.
"Brother Mo …" The youngster hadn't started.
Then, she was pulled into the man's embrace. Following that, a magnetic voice rang out. "You're being bullied like this when I'm not around. You're really something."
One could imagine the uproar at the scene.
It wasn't just that there were thousands of people watching.
There were also live broadcasts on various major online platforms.
Manager Feng stretched out his hand and pressed his aching forehead.
Why didn't anyone inform him that the Almighty was back?
He hugged her as if there was no one else around.
How many questions would he have to deal with this afternoon?
The Almighty was really stirring up trouble the moment he came back.
However, this was also good.
Sometimes, he really didn't know how to comfort Little Spade.
He had seen a lot of things, but when he faced the youth, he always felt that he was not a high school student.
Unlike the Almighty.
It seemed that no matter what the youth looked like.
In front of him, he was a little brother who should be pampered.
Bo Jiu didn't feel like she was being bullied, but because of the Almighty's scent, she couldn't help burying her face into his chest.
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