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One thousand seven hundred and eighth, waiting for the return of the imperial alliance(2/3)

Coco sometimes feels heartbroken.

He asked himself why he still had to play e-sports.

For so many thousands of reasons, tell him to give up quickly.

But there is a reason that he can't let go.

Here are his teammates.

There are so many people holding light signs and supporting him.

This is probably a question that every member of the Emperor League thinks about late at night.

However, they didn't know.

Things online are one aspect.

What really made Feng Yi start to be restrained was that he got the exact news from the courtyard through his family relationship.

Qin Mo, missing.

And the people above were trying to find him.

There is no specific content, and the person who says it is not very clear.

Because anything about Qin Mo is too confidential.

Feng Yi put down the phone on his mobile phone, how would he tell the players who were still waiting for Qin Mo to come back that their captain would not be able to come back again...

"General Feng." The assistant looked at their vice president's expression worriedly. She had been in the club for so long and had never seen such a Feng Yi.

No matter when, he would not make people feel that the Imperial Alliance was suffering from a crisis.

Even when the game was over, his face still had a fox-like smile, and he came and went between the malls with ease.

But this time, he took off his glasses, probably too tired, and even his voice was hoarse: "Go and do the press release."

"Is it really necessary to do this?" the assistant couldn't help but speak: "Is there a chance to turn around?"

Feng Yi turned his eyes sideways, rubbed his eyebrows, and did not speak.

The assistant continued: "Actually, Mr. Feng, I have had resentment towards the Big Spades. After all, I really don't understand how she is so afraid of nothing, and even fans are not afraid of her. Why is she like this? Later I understood that she did nothing wrong. Playing e-sports is just playing e-sports. If it weren't for her failure to break or establish, the Imperial League would have only stopped in the provincial competition. It's because we, the people on the outside, think too much. If you like an idol, you have to let that idol do what we think. There is a problem in this matter itself."

Feng Yi turned his head and lit a cigarette: "It's too late."

After experiencing something like that.

No one will come back.

Many people say that fans will feel upset.

They may not know.

As an idol, you will be disappointed.

But at this moment.

A video suddenly appeared on Weibo.

The media was surprised at how its rotation volume could be so high.

It's just about to become popular.

Feng Yi was still thinking about how to let Coco leave the whirlpool of public opinion and avoid being taken advantage of.

I didn't notice any movement on the Internet.

It was the person from the publicity side who pushed open the door of the conference room and looked at Feng Yi panting and said, "Mr. Feng, Weibo, Weibo..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi's face changed, and he thought something was wrong on Weibo.

Everyone knows that the Emperor Alliance is now shaking. Since the news that Spades are a girl, it has never been calmed down on the Internet.

If we come again... even Feng Yi is not sure whether this Asian game will lose before.

"Mr. Feng, here!" The person in charge of the operation took his laptop and clicked on one of the Weibo posts.

That's what the Weibo post was written like.

"Do you still remember the brothers who were playing black in the dormitory together? Do you still remember the crystal you pushed down together? Do you still remember the days when you turned your head and clapped the man's hands, shouted double kills, and instant noodles were flying all over the sky? Do you still remember the team you love the most, the Emperor League?"

After the two words "Imperial Alliance" are put into place.

It's a video.

The video is like a micro-film, but it is real as if it is something that is born around us.

The first scene of the video is a teacher talking about abcd on stage.

The second scene of the video is about computer programming. The camera slides across his computer screen hero's game icon, but he sees him working overtime late at night and watching the icon not open for a long time.

The third scene of the video is a driver who leaned back. While waiting for the traffic light, he heard the middle school student next to him talking: "Did you know that this year's Asian Games are held in Jiangcheng, and the Emperor League is playing."

The driver paused his finger and drove the car after three seconds.

The fourth act of the video is a person making a video, but he can't do it well, obviously he was scolded and turned his head and was smoking.

"Brother Li, go buy me a bottle of water." Someone ordered him.

He didn't move. When the man saw him looking at his computer, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why, Brother Li can play games too?"

"Won't."

However, immediately afterwards, I looked up and saw a video. Almost at the same time, the other three people also saw this video in different places.

The video shows the scene when the Emperor League played in the national team.

Eleven people, lined up in a row, and their battle uniforms were flying.

When you dream back at midnight, do you still remember the road you walked when you were young, the people you loved, and the darkness you drove.

In 2o18, we are waiting for you here - Emperor Alliance.

Suddenly.

The four people's eyes changed, and the picture returned to the scene where they sat in the dormitory a year ago, each with headphones and throwing peanuts to each other.

Bus, high-speed rail, train, taxi.

The soundtrack sounded, and it was a song that Paiz hummed while recording a variety show: "You and I are from a small town and village in Hubei, Sichuan, Guangxi, Ningxia, Henan, Shandong, Guizhou and Yunnan. I once vowed to be an amazing person, but I suddenly woke up in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen one night, as if I was awakened by fate. It said you can't just live your life..."

It says you can't just live your life like this.

With a swish!

The picture changes.

Four people gathered in Jiangcheng.

After the hug, I sat in the Internet cafe, just like when I was in school, and the special effects of the blood-burning game sounded.

"We are here, the real Emperor Alliance, where are you?"

The real imperial alliance?

Not to mention Feng Yi paused for a moment.

Even the people from the Propaganda Department had wet eyes when they looked behind them.

Without spades, how can it be considered a real imperial alliance?

What stunned them was that the video was not over yet.

Next is a five-second interview for everyone.

"I'm from Jiangxi, where are you?"

"Shandong people report that I'm here to watch the game. It doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman. Only with the Z God Emperor League is complete."

"I was in Hangzhou. When I first learned about z of spades, I really thought this person was so handsome. I killed the king in the area C. I didn't say a word when playing games. It was so cool. As long as we follow her, we can win. Ah? Is it time? What a pity, I will say another word, God Z, I miss you so much."

God Z, I miss you so much.

In just five words, they are voices from all over the world.

Yes, it's not just China.

There are other skin colors.

Whenever the name of a city passes through the video, it will shock people.

Finally, only one sentence was left.

"Imperial Alliance, we are waiting for you to return."

After all, Zhengzhou is a girl and can't help crying.

Feng Yi stood there, wearing a straight suit. When he turned around, he saw that the quota reported by the team members.

One quota after another was full, but only the assassin's place was left.

Feng Yi took a deep breath: "Contact the organizing committee and report the name of Paiz."

"But what if she can't get back..." Operation sniffed.
To be continued...
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