Chapter 744
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Before Lin Feng could ask, Bo Jiu stood up.
Bo Jiu had already stood up, her left hand pressing down on her slender neck, twisting it to the right.
"It's finally my turn."
This person's personality was very compatible with her appearance in the battle uniform.
The zipper was never willing to be zipped up properly.
It was half opened, revealing the white T-shirt inside.
Her entire body followed the youngster's movement, tall and slender.
The key was that this wasn't a big deal.
In an instant, it caused a commotion in the stadium!
It wasn't because of anything else.
It was because there was a line of small words written on the T-shirt.
Supreme Alliance.Heitao.
The back was written in Pinyin, the font was beautiful black regular script.
At the back of the black regular script, there was a green ribbon emblem.
Everyone knew what the green ribbon emblem represented.
This was a concept that the Spade fans had decided on when they first established the fan club.
Fan club wasn't just for show.
They tried their best to do positive things.
But, why did this T-shirt …
The girls in the official fan club stood up. Before they screamed, they covered their mouths. "That, that's our fan club's …"
Yes, that was the one-time fan club T-shirt that every Spade fan would wear.
No one expected the youngster to wear it herself!
If they weren't fans, they wouldn't understand how it felt.
Besides, the youngster turned her face and smiled in their direction. Her eyes were bright, her teeth were white, and her eyes were deep.
Because she liked someone too much.
Hence, it was really hard to forget how that person looked when he failed.
In the same esports arena.
Not long ago.
The youngster stood there, covered in wounds.
She was splashed with coke, discussed, and despised.
No matter how strong a person was, he would never let you see his wounds.
When he came back again.
Pa! There was a crisp sound of the keyboard!
The moment the game's special effects started, the people saw the person on the screen sweeping towards the opponent like the wind. The assassin rushed out of the light, handsome and dazzling.
The youngster sitting in front of the computer had an earphone cord around her neck. Her clean and fair side profile looked extremely handsome.
Her pale thin lips were curved into a smile. Her pair of eyes seemed to be staring at the screen lazily.
Her expression was calm and composed under the scattered light of the screen. Her eyelashes were dyed with arcs. Those arcs were very eye-catching.
Whether it was those who liked her or those who didn't.
As an eSports player.
The hands on the keyboard were so fast that no one could see where they landed.
One hand switched between the small picture and the big picture.
When it was broadcasted on the big screen, it was a series of switching scenes.
The shoutcaster was dumbfounded!
So, so fast, how was he supposed to nag?!
Some people said that playing games depended on equipment and levels.
There was no denying that it was like that sometimes.
But sometimes, when you meet someone with heaven-defying hand speed, it doesn't matter how much attack power you have.
Because that person ran away, you couldn't hit him at all!
The cannon fire was clearly aimed at the figure flying towards him.
But that person moved to the side, with a bayonet in hand, he allowed the flames to spread out behind him.
He didn't even look back.
Shua!
He raised his bayonet.
Against the cold light.
Close combat.
No one could win against Spade Z's assassin.
Skills were cast consecutively. Speed Reduction, Life Steal, and then a heavy stab!
K，O！
"Beautiful!" The commentator couldn't help but slam his fist on the table.
The audience looked back at him with an expression that clearly said, "There's finally something slow for you to commentate on."
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