Host, You're Targeted

If spring national competition finally opened, all teams gathered in Lvcheng gymnasium, and the pre war declaration of each team was put forward.

Perhaps it is because pol is the local brigade team, so their declaration link is put at the end.

Because the pol official blog released the silhouette of the new man the day before, everyone was both looking forward to and worried. They were afraid that the original pol team would leave, and they were full of curiosity about the airborne soldier.

Song Zhiye, who is always the finale, was the first one to come out this time. The fans screamed and the shouts drowned out.

The second one came out: Wang Jing and Lu Fei. We were all shouting. I'm glad they were still there.

Suddenly, a black line appeared.

"This is a brand new pol."

Then there was Xu Qingdu's back. He appeared with soft light, and the picture turned forward from behind him. In a moment, the picture of a side face overlapped with the picture of official Xuan, but the picture did not stop.

Looking up, Xu Qingdu slowly lowered his head, and the lens slowly turned to his face.

POL-Pluto。

Facial features are like a painting out of the general, beautiful young slightly pursed the lip corner, clear and clear black pupil leakage light, like a reflection of the sun's stars.

He was like an angel with a whole hell in his eyes.

There was silence for a second, and then there was a great noise.

"Damn it! LV is really changed! "

"This beauty! I'm dead! Ah, ah, I love, love

"Pol, where are the stars from? These big eyes are fantastic

Before the end of the picture, we can see that the lips of the young people on the screen are slightly opened, and the cool voice of teenagers, with standard English pronunciation, slowly but forcefully rushes into the ears of everyone present and those watching the live broadcast room.

“ We.are.in . the.prime.of . life.

we are in the golden age.

The picture stops here, and then the logo of the game lights up. The cheers of the whole stadium are immediately ignited, resounding throughout the stadium, and there is a strong need to go up and overturn the roof and force the sky.

The host came out to control the field in time. After reading the opening speech, he took advantage of the warm atmosphere in the whole stadium to invite the two teams of the first group to fight.

If spring national competition, officially started.

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backstage, Xu Qingdu, wearing a pol blue and white team uniform, listened to the song with his eyes closed in one corner of the sofa.

Wang Jing and Lu Fei are also doing their own things. Everyone has a different way to relax before the game.

Song Zhiye went out and said hello to the other four teams of the five major domestic teams. He came back with a box of cucumber flavored potato chips that came from Sora team. He took self portraits on the shoulders of Wang Xiang and Lu Fei, and then went to the sofa. He sat down beside Xu Qingdu and pulled a headset over.

Xu Qingdu raised his eyes and saw that it was song Zhiye. He immediately pressed down his frown and kept the posture of his nest in the sofa, so he looked at Song Zhiye.

Song Zhiye plugs in his headphones and listens for a while. He finds that this song is an old song of the 1980s that he also likes.

He adjusted the earphone cable, put the box of potato chips into Xu Qingdu's bag and asked him, "nervous?"

Xu Qingdu chuckled, tilted his head and asked him, "nervous?"

The question is answered by a rhetorical question, and the answer is obvious.

This is the first step for Xu Qingdu to start afresh. He will only hold his head high and walk to the middle of the light without flinching.