Chapter 1108 (1/2)

At 11 o'clock that night, when Ruan Mengmeng had already turned off the light and went to bed.

The GL club on the other side of the street, the training layer of the front and rear teams, is still brightly lit.

”Wow, 333, you're so sharp that you can grab rongxiao's head directly!”

”333 this shot is very good, the other party has no way to go back, and he is all harvested by brother baby -”

the little fart Wu Ranran, or God, is leaning behind the back of his chair and sighing at the computer screen.

Although he can't compete, he is extremely enthusiastic about the team's training match.

In particular, 333, who replaced him, was closely observed from the very beginning to see if 333 was qualified to replace him.

After some observation, Wu Ranran, who was originally skeptical of 333, is about to become a personal fan of 333.

”Wow, the third brother is so handsome. This operation can be used as a textbook - Hey, when sister Meng Meng comes back tomorrow night, she will not only be surprised by your face, but also be impressed by your operation!”

There is no limit to flattery.

But he didn't find that when he said the words ”sister Meng Meng.”.

The original operation of the robust 333, but not careful, the mouse to the side of the offset a few.

Fortunately, in the game, the fierce war, 333 control of the game character action steady.

This small mistake was not discovered.

”OK, OK, that's all for training tonight. You can go back to your room and have a rest My waist sister has confirmed that she will come back for special training tomorrow night. When the time comes, we will be able to officially start to cooperate when all the members of our six member team arrive. ”

Wu Yongyong, the team manager, pulled his noisy brother Wu Ranran away from the back of 333's seat.

He patted 333 on the shoulder. ”333, I'll see your partner tomorrow night. I hope you won't let her down.”

“……”

Without saying anything, he clapped Wu Yongyong's hand on his shoulder, stood up in silence and went back to his room.

”Tut, he's really a cool guy. He doesn't talk...” Wu Yongyong rubbed his painful hand.