Chapter 354: Three hundred fifty four

Chapter 354
Outside the square in the city center, there are already full of spectators waiting to be admitted.
Everyone's face bears the team logo of the team they support.
There are various ways to support, from banners to cos, and some excited faces are rosy.
Some fans pack on-screen ads across the time period to tell everyone how great they are.
Crowds of people, liveliness and unprecedented prosperity are all people's impressions of the provincial game.
It's just that some elderly people don't know what this is doing.
I thought it was the TV station to record the show or which star would have a concert.
The eight large screens around the field landed simultaneously, and each screen presented a different team picture.
The sound engineer, lighting engineer, host, well-known commentator and even on-site control are all in place.
Count down one minute.
The backstage director made an ok gesture.
Live tuning began to dock with the live platform.
30 seconds.
As a starting team, Hei Yan has already stood on the playing field.
Mo Bei still seemed to be a shadow without a sense of existence. He was wearing a battle suit, and his black hair was broken, covering his eyes, clean and cold.
However, the high cold and clear air always caught people's attention as soon as they came out.
Five people stood in a row. When there was a wind, agitating the jacket always seemed to remind people of youth.
Time is up
Each team member sat in front of the computer.
Uniform put on black headphones.
Just as usual, the host has a few words to introduce.
Feng Nai's low eyes contained a mint candy on the lip, and when she turned her face to the side, she looked at Mo Bei, and then threw the sugar box over.
Mo Bei caught it and raised his brow.
"Do not eat?" Feng Nai said casually.
The other players felt that their boss really did let others eat his sugar!
Too much change!
The fans at the scene also saw it, and only felt that this scene was very good.
On the barrage, some discordant voices were still saying: "Hei Yan actually dared to let Mo Nan play, it is really speechless, does the organizing committee care?"
"It seems to be checking things."
"Isn't it that Monan's shoulder was hurt?"
"Is this happening?"
"I heard that my friend's friend and Mo Nan are alumni. If you say that Mo Nan is not playing well for a while, you should not push the pot directly to hurt your hand."
"It's possible, oh, really, it's just him."
"I don't know how to push the pot. Do you have any points in your heart? The professional players are still fighting. Now that you are well, your hand will hurt, and you will get melanitis."
In these words, the players playing the game are invisible.
But just in Quancheng International Airport.
A business car just picked up.
Feng Yi, who just landed, is watching the live broadcast of this game.
It was originally possible to get to the venue before the game.
But once the international flight is delayed, it is no longer accurate.
It will take at least an hour to get over from here now.
Hand injury.
This is the most poignant.
Because he knows what this means for a professional player.
Will definitely affect the state.
And the impact will be great.
On those barrage words, Feng Yi is not worried, what Feng Yi is worried about is bey's character, and he won't care about the injury at hand for winning.
Just like that person.
Because on this battlefield, no one will remember the second.
Feng Yi reached out and closed the barrage, and his eyes fell on the game page. The game has already begun, and there is no game ID of Mo Bei Xiang Nan.
(End of this chapter)