Rebirth: National Crown Prince

Cui Xi opened his mouth and couldn't help but scream in his heart, F*ck. Only after shouting like this did he realize that there were so many Wan Ye fans in the audience!

Even the commentators and referees were stunned. Feiye's cheering just now was understandable, but the influence of this man is so strong that it is almost comparable to that of celebrities.

What the hell is that Long Live Lord? Is he mentally retarded? Someone in the flying field opposite rolled his eyes disdainfully.

Long live the Lord? Do you really think you are an ancient emperor? It's ridiculous.

Captain, show this guy some color in a moment.

Du Ning sneered and said, I don't even look down on a mere Long Live Lord.

Long live the Lord! Long live the Lord! The uniform shouts continued.

Leng Yuan sighed a little: The popularity is worthy of Brother Wan. Just now, no one cheered for their Xingyao, but they were waiting for Brother Wan to show up.

Seeing that these people were still shouting, the referee couldn't help but frowned. Just when he was about to say something, these people fell silent for a moment, and he was unable to react for a moment.

It turned out that at that moment, the boy leaned back on the chair and slowly placed his slender index finger in the center of his lips, meaning to tell them to be quiet.

In fact, Wan Zexi was surprised. She knew that there would be fans coming to watch her game, but she didn't expect that many fans came.

Seeing that everything was ready, the director made a gesture and the game officially started.

Wan Zexi stretched his legs forward under the table, and pressed his slender white fingers lazily on the keyboard with surprisingly fast speed.

Mo Yu's speed on the side is not inferior to that of the boy.

Du Ning commanded: Mr. Chu, please pay special attention. The others should not take it lightly, and pay attention to the cooperation between teammates.

Got it, Captain.

Chu Jun first brushed a wave of monsters and killed a wave of minions. He had heard of Du Ning from Feiye. He had strong operational skills and was also a well-known player in the professional circle.

Chu Jun did not dare to take it lightly, so he manipulated the characters to take a circuitous route. If he was not careful, he might fall into the enemy's trap.

The finals is a 10vs10 game mode.

So Liao Chong, Wang Xiao and Deng Zhuo waited outside the court together.

Gu Rou looked at Chu Jun and the others who were playing and suddenly said, Do you know why Chu Jun didn't let you play?

Wang Xiao scratched his head, Isn't it because of the limit on the number of people?

Gu Rou smiled helplessly: That's another thing. What I'm talking about is why we don't let you old players play, but let Qianxu and others play.

Liao Chong did not answer, but Deng Zhuo on the side spoke. He looked at the teammates who were playing with an incomprehensible expression, and said in a low voice: The captain may want to take this opportunity to train Qianxu and the others. Qianxu can tell Xu Lengyuan and the others are all talented players, but they have had a smooth journey along the way. Once something unexpected happens, they are easily defeated and unable to stand up again.

The captain said that a truly strong person is a loser who has experienced failure before, just like the original captain.

Gu Rou naturally knew how Chu Jun grew up to be like this.

She looked at the young man who was playing seriously in the field with a somewhat dazed expression. She suddenly recalled what Mo Shang once said to her.

Xiaojun is very talented, but he thinks too much about other people's ideas and likes to impose other people's wishes on himself. If he never changes this, his career is destined to not go far.

Gu Rou has clearly remembered this sentence until now. In fact, what Mo Shang said is absolutely right. Ajun has always paid too much attention to the thoughts of the people around him, but ignored his own thoughts.

This situation has become more obvious since the moment he became captain.