The past is so important that I don't even want to forget about it.

But if you are stuck in the past, you will stop moving forward after a long time.

Even if Xiaomi's face is paralyzed and there are figures on the screen as far as she can see, she is subconsciously avoiding the Imperial League.

That group of people is gone, for others, it is just a more divine change, but for her, it is the people who walked together are gone.

Mo Bei stood upright, and his eyes didn't even change.

No matter how unwilling she is to admit it, that group of people will no longer play with her, let alone someone behind the computer telling her, "To make friends, you have to hook up your shoulders, otherwise you won't have the aura to attack." ”

"Don't teach my apprentice badly."

"What does it mean to teach badly? It's not that I said you, little spades, you have the ability not to hide with us, you see if the captain sees you, will he be punished. ”

"What do you know, love is deeply responsible, it's just a punishment for frog jumping, and Dad is serious and even scared of himself."

"Blow, blow again!"

"Your captain will definitely not say, after punishing me, I will kiss him. Shhh......h

She can't forget these things, and she won't throw them away.

But on the field, the only thing she has to do is to go on, even if there is only one person, she has to go on, to win and prove that the era that belongs to that group of people is not over.

She's here, and the Imperial League is here!

No one could understand the surging surge that came out of Mo Bei's eyes.

The girls standing there just felt a little uncomfortable being watched by her, especially what she said.

"You're the Imperial League? I just laughed, who gave you the face? Do we fans recognize you? Do you see which one is supporting you? Still can't figure it out? ”

This sentence made Mo Nan clench his fists, these people will not understand, small facial paralysis is the most reluctant person in the world, who would have imagined that these two words would become knives now, and she didn't even have dignity when she was stabbed by a knife.

Mo Bei sensed her brother's emotions, held his arm, and shook his head slightly.

Mo Nan looked sideways, and his broken hair fell down, covering his eyes.

"I told the truth, so I didn't even dare to open my mouth? Didn't you just shout that you were the Imperial League? There are thousands of fans of the Imperial League, and there will not be one who supports you, because you are too fake, and the fake makes people ......"

Before the girl could finish sneering.

A sudden childish voice sounded from behind everyone.

"Who said that Sister Bey has no one to support?"

It's a thin little devil, his dressing style today is obviously different from usual, he used to be a small suit and white shirt or British bib pants, this time he wore a very punk, combed a small tug of the same style as Mo Nan, carried a small keyboard behind him, and his noble little face was pasted with something shiny, it was purple glitter, a love heart under his tear mole, followed by the word bey.

Compared with him, Xiao Nanlin's support is more fancy, with small fans, glow sticks, and a T-shirt printed with a photo of Mo Bei, and even the pendant hanging on his schoolbag is in the shape of a northern character.

Of course, these are not highlights.

The highlight is a row of Qin family members followed by two small ones, each of them is a real man of 1.8 meters, and because of perennial exercise and tracking, the momentum will always be stronger than ordinary people...... It's really an unforgettable picture of support......

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