The national school idol is a girl

"Tomorrow?" Lou Luo looked at the work content of the past two days, marked one of the meetings with a pen, and then said: "Isn't there still four or five days until the World Series?"

Bo Yin stood up and pulled the curtains: "There is an internal meeting."

Lou Luo raised her eyebrows and did not ask him how he knew it. It seemed that she was still not thorough enough in chasing idols.

However, the team has not announced the members' information, which means that they do not want anyone to know their schedule.

Her secretary said so too.

E-sports players are usually under the most pressure before a game.

This time it's probably because it's the World Series.

After all, after landing, give some information.

Internal meet-and-greet?

Louluo looked at many places but didn't mention it.

Maybe someone bought some fake news from a scalper.

There is nothing wrong with going to Yalami a day early.

She really wanted to see what that boy looked like in real life.

This is a feeling that Louluo has never had before.

October 28th.

This is the day that Yanguo’s e-sports fans are most looking forward to.

According to official news, everyone in the team has arrived in Yalami.

Even a map of the airport was thrown in.

It's a pity that we didn't notify you in advance.

This way they can still see real people.

"I envy international students every day."

"My big spade is just a figure from behind, I can't even see my face."

"The kids must be jet lagged, so we didn't arrange for anyone to pick them up at the airport."

"E-sports competitions do not require airport pick-up, please be sensible."

After all, water and soil are different.

Others are fine.

As soon as Zhao Sanpang arrived, he lay down softly in the hotel and told everyone that if there was anything to eat, he would call him. If there was nothing to eat, he was not interested at all in the natural scenery and the like.

"There is an event, an internal meeting." Bo Jiu patted his shoulder: "Are you sure you don't want to show off how handsome you are?"

Zhao Sanpang waved his hand: "Brother is really in trouble this time, let's give Qin Xinji a chance."

Qin Mo stood there with an aristocratic look on his face, as if he didn't listen to his words. He just told him before leaving: "The Fat God's stomach is only suitable for drinking porridge now, not for dinner parties and the like." Notify him, keep an eye on him and don’t let him eat randomly.”

"That's for sure." The personal doctor pushed up his glasses beside him.

Zhao Sanpang:... Damn it, he still wants to open the instant noodles in his suitcase to satisfy his craving. This Qin Xinji is simply cutting off his escape path!

Five p.m.

The dusk in Mil is beautiful.

Under European-style buildings and next to the hotel’s fountain, you can also see soaring white pigeons.

Laziness is most vividly expressed here.

Because the World Series is coming.

Arrangements have already begun in the square.

Fans came one after another.

Take photos in advance.

What's more, today all the teams happened to have an internal meeting after completing the interviews.

Yanguo is no exception.

However, they didn't notify us, and since we were abroad, there weren't many people coming here.

Most of them went to the cst competition area on the left.

After all, in their eyes, the Yanguo team is not a threat.

Dongzhou is the one playing this time, which is equivalent to giving them a chance to win the cst championship.

Judging from Yan Guo's past record, he couldn't be their opponent at all.

Whoever is in that team is really not worthy of their visit.