"Tomorrow?" Lou Luo looked at the work content of the past two days, marked one of the meetings with a fountain pen and said: "Isn't there still four or five days before the World Championship?"
Bo Yin stood up and pulled the curtains: "There is an internal meeting."
Lou Luo raised his eyebrows and did not ask him how he knew. It seemed that she was not doing thoroughly enough in pursuing idols.
However, the fact that the members were not announced from the team is that they do not want anyone to know their itinerary.
Her secretary also said it.
E-sports players usually have the most pressure before the game.
This time it was probably because it was a World Championship.
After all, after landing, give some information.
Internal meeting?
Lou Luo has seen many places but has not mentioned them.
Maybe someone bought some fake news from a scalper.
There is nothing wrong with going to Milan one day early.
She really wanted to see what the young man looked like.
This has never felt like Lou Luo had ever seen before.
October 28th.
This is the day that Chinese e-sports fans are most looking forward to.
Official news, the team members have arrived in Milan.
Even the airport map was thrown out.
Unfortunately, why don't you notify in advance?
In this way they can still see the real person.
"I envy international students every day."
"I have only one back in the big spade, and I didn't even see my face."
"The boys must have to make the jet lag, so there is no one to pick them up."
"E-sports competitions don't need to be picked up, everyone is more rational."
After all, the water and soil are different.
Others are fine.
As soon as Zhao Sanpang came, he lay softly in the hotel and told everyone that he would call him if he had food, but if he had no food, he was not interested in anything like natural scenery and relaxation.
"There is an event, an internal meeting." Bo Jiu slapped his hand on his shoulder: "Are you sure you are not going to show off your handsomeness?"
Zhao Sanpang waved his hand: "This time my brother is really not good, so I'll give Qin Xinji a chance."
Qin Mo stood there, his side face was very expensive, as if he had not listened to him. He just told him before leaving: "The fat god's stomach is only suitable for drinking porridge, dinner parties, etc. Now, you don't need to notify him. Look at him a little by the way and don't let him eat randomly..."
"That's for sure." The private doctor pushed his glasses next to him.
Zhao Sanpang:...Damn, he also wanted to open the instant noodles in his suitcase to satisfy his cravings. Qin's scheming was simply cutting off his way out!
Five o'clock in the afternoon.
The dusk of Mi L is beautiful.
Under European-style buildings and beside the hotel fountain, you can also see flying white doves.
Laziness is vividly expressed here.
Because of the arrival of the World Series.
The venue has begun in the square.
Fans are coming one after another.
Take photos in advance.
What's more, all the teams happened to have an internal meeting after completing the interview today.
China is no exception.
However, they did not inform and were abroad, so there were not many people here.
Most of them went to the CST competition area on the left.
After all, in their eyes, the Chinese team is not threatening.
This time they played in Asia, which is equivalent to giving them the chance to win the CST.
Judging from China's previous record, it is impossible to be their opponent.
Chapter completed!