National School Prince Is A Girl

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I haven't waited for Lin Feng to ask.

The thin nine on this side has stood up, his left hand pressed her slender neck and twisted to the right.

"It’s finally me."

The character of this person is very consistent with the way she wears a war suit.

The zipper has never been pulled up by Anan.

Half open, revealing a white T-shirt inside.

The whole person is tall and slender with the movement of the teenager.

The key is that this does not matter.

In an instant, I set off a wave of enthusiasm!

Not because of anything else.

Just because the T-shirt on the dragon and the phoenix dance wrote a small line.

Dimension. Heitao.

The latter is written in pinyin, and the font is a beautiful black book.

There is also a green ribbon badge logo at the back of the black book.

The green ribbon badge represents what everyone knows.

This was the concept that the original spades decided when they established the support club.

Should be aided, not just to do the surface.

Try to do positive energy.

However, how can this clothes be...

The official supporters stood up and screamed before they screamed: "That, that is what we should support..."

Yes, that is a one-time support T-shirt that every **** powder will wear.

No one thought that the teenager would wear it on his own!

Not a fan, I don't know what it is like.

What's more, the teenager also turned his face and smiled at them. The eyes were bright and the eyes were deep.

Because I like someone so much.

So it's really hard to forget what that person was when he failed.

The same e-sports field.

Just a while ago.

The teenager stood here and was scarred.

Being poked, being talked about, being cast aside.

Is it a powerful person who will never let you see his wounds?

When he returned again.

A clear keyboard sound!

At the moment when the game effects sounded, people only saw the person on the screen, swept away toward the other side like the wind, and the light that the assassin carried out was handsome and dazzling.

The teenager sitting in front of the computer, with a headphone cord around his neck, a clean white face, looks beautiful.

The pale lips were still smiling, and the eyes looked like a lazy stare at the screen.

The demeanor is calm and quiet under the astigmatism of the screen, but the eyelashes are dyed with an arc, and such an arc is very eye-catching.

Whether he likes him or not.

As an eSports player.

The hands on the keyboard, but people can't see the drop.

One hand switches the viewing angle of the small and large images.

When playing out on the big screen, it is a series of screen switching.

Seeing the commentator are all forced!

This, so fast, how to make him scream!

Some people say that playing games is about equipment and grade.

Do not deny that sometimes it is like this.

But sometimes, when you encounter the kind of speed, how much attack power is useless.

Because the man ran you, he couldn’t beat him!

The gunhead was clearly aimed at the figure that flew over him.

But the man was on one side and the bayonet was in his hand, letting the flame open behind him.

The chic back does not return.

Hey!

The bayonet ran.

Backlit ice cold.

Close combat.

No one can win the Assassin of Spades Z.

Skills burst, slow down, bloodsucking, and then a thorn!

K, O!

"Beautiful!" The narrator's fist couldn't help but rush to the table.

The audience looked back, and the expression was clearly said: finally there is something slow to let you explain.

Narrator: ... blame me!