Chapter 739
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Chen Xiaodong couldn't find an answer.
Because he didn't know that sometimes, the revelry of a group of people would show how lonely the person who didn't fit in was.
The first stop of the revival match.
This day was the last chance for all the Supreme Alliance members.
The youngster skateboarded, sweeping through the long alley like the wind.
Outside the arena, the fans were already looking forward to it.
The cheers they could hear weren't any lower than the semifinals.
Because everyone knew that Supreme Alliance was participating in this year's revival match!
That wasn't all.
What made the fans even more excited was that person's return!
Swoosh!
The car door was pulled open.
The first thing that caught their eyes was the pure black uniform, fluttering in the wind.
Many female fans couldn't help covering their mouths.
The media had once said that Qin Mo's appearance was no less than an A-list superstar.
This time, it was even more so.
He stood in front of the car, tall and straight, his side profile handsome. His left hand was wrapped in a white bandage, like a thousand layers of petals spreading out, cold and indifferent.
The two words, Supreme Alliance, floated in the wind like dragons and phoenixes.
Some of the teams at the side saw it and realized that it wouldn't be easy for them to win this time.
Because Qin Mo was back. ‘
Qin Mo's return attracted some teams that didn't need to participate in the revival match. However, they sat in the audience seats, wanting to see how good Qin Mo was.
In the resting room.
Lin Feng bent over to tie his shoelaces. He raised his arm and naturally placed it on Yun Hu's shoulder. "Are you worried?"
"Of course not." Yun Hu tilted his head, his lips still filled with arrogance.
The two of them wore the same uniform and when they stood together, they looked especially compatible.
The revival match wasn't just a test of skills, it was also a test of the team members' endurance and stamina.
That's right, stamina.
A high intensity consecutive match.
Five matches in a day.
Each match would take at least two hours.
Such intensity was a form of training for the contestants' eyes. Moreover, they had to consider tactics and how to recover their hand speed.
Every team had to measure their members' fitness and endurance before arranging the order of appearance.
It was different from the other teams that talked about strategy.
Qin Mo held a cigarette between his long fingers, looking as handsome as a celebrity. "Finish it quickly, don't waste time."
Not too much, not too much.
Lin Feng arched a brow, turning towards Bo Jiu who was putting on her uniform. "Little Spade, Captain's words mean don't nag, just do it."
"I also think it's better to win as soon as possible." The young man looked up, his porcelain white canine teeth biting on the zipper. With a tearing sound, he finished putting on the battle uniform, but the smile at the corner of his mouth was still evil. "Otherwise, how can we show our standards?"
Lin Feng snorted. These two people were really of the same path. They were really shameless.
He also had to consider the feelings of the other teams.
Everyone was still discussing strategies, but these two were actually thinking about how to save time.
"Take it easy. You might be able to kill quickly, but Sister Yao and Baby Monk won't be able to keep up." Lin Feng opened a bottle of water and shot her a look.
Bo Jiu glanced back and smiled. She didn't say much, rolling up the sleeves of her uniform. She bit on her lollipop and stretched her legs casually. Her legs were loose, looking devilish.
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