Chapter 1245: One Thousand Two Hundred and Forty-Six Slap in the Face

The girl never thought that the previous Imperial League fans would appear, didn't they retire a long time ago? How can you still do this kind of support!

The girl knew that she couldn't be true, but she was still stubborn: "What can a video prove?" It is not easy to wrap the screen of the entire square with the financial resources of God K, and then let people put a video. ”

"Who told you that we only have one video?"

Not far away, voices rang out from all directions at the same time.

People turned around, only to see that there were nearly fifty more shadows in the place where there was no one just now, just behind Mo Bei, and in addition, there were people who were rushing here, sweating profusely.

"Bey God, sorry, I'm late for my flight."

"Me too, I just kept running, and I almost couldn't get into the wicket."

"It's good to catch up..."

You can also hear it when you hear them, they are the owners of the mixed sounds at the end of the video.

They come from different places, even different ages and different occupations, some are still carrying briefcases, some have not had time to change their courier clothes, and some are young students.

Each of them wore wrist guards and scarves on their hands, which was particularly conspicuous in the square, especially when they stood behind Mo Bei, that kind of hustle and bustle was incompatible with Mo Bei's indifference, but it was because of the opposite, it would burst out with an indescribable aura, Mo Bei stood at the front of everyone, like the young man Ruyu in the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Comics, the same body was trapped in the black fog, even when she came, the night around her would not disappear, but her eyes were amazingly bright, like an ice sword out of the sheath.

This scene made everyone in the square involuntarily look over.

The support of so many people is almost twice as much as Xu Yiwan.

And it's not just the number of people, but also the aura they bring out, and the sense of presence is so strong that even the people standing on the periphery can feel it.

"Do you still think we're few?"

The woman in a suit paced towards the girl: "You're right, we do have a plan, she appeared ten months ago, we weren't by her side, she was disqualified from the competition, even if it wasn't Feng Shao, this time we will come, there are many people who can't rush to the scene, they are all waiting to see this bey's debut, as for the screen advertising, these money sisters and brothers still spend it, and they don't need to be felt, after all, this is to tell you these people who stab bey with our identity, E-sports has never been about the popularity of support, let alone a similar ID and style of play, it is the person on the field, no matter what happens, she is doing her best to treat every game, that our favorite team, it is never just a false name, even if there is no us, she will not be defeated by you, she will stand up again and again, and climb the peak again. If you have to compare with us, my sisters and brothers still have money to buy more screen ads, like my sister, a mother fan, if our baby wants to watch it, my sister can make it play on a loop, but the people who came out of the Imperial League never valued these, back then, we all owed her a world champion. This time, outside the arena, we will not allow anyone to try to use the influence of pseudo-fans, and once again want to pull her down, the road behind her, we will protect,"

(End of chapter)