Host, You're Targeted

The day before the opening of the if spring national games, all the fans of Pol exploded.

[@pol club official Bo: @pol Pluto, welcome, see you tomorrow. 】The picture is a silhouette of the side face with a slight head up. The silhouette is oblique, and the pol team emblem on the shoulder of the clothes that the person on the picture can see can be seen from the one that is never blacked.

As soon as the microblog is released, most of the electric powder has been blown up.

[@ the wild God married me: I rely on it! Do you have any new players in the pol team one? 】[pol bull fork reply @ wild God married me: Wuwu has not seen LV for a long time, doesn't it mean he has something to do? It can't be true? Has he been replaced? He's the best baby Dad! 】

[@ Yan control Club: has no one noticed this silhouette? The profile of this side face is absolutely absolute, and the sight can also eat by face. 】It means that the new player will attend the opening ceremony tomorrow, right? 】

[@kkk: since the first team of Pol is airborne, then the strength should be guaranteed, but who will go? Is it really LV? LV is old, but it doesn't announce retirement! 】[wild God married me to reply to @kkk: sobbing, don't say it, I want to cry. My original pol team can not be less! 】When everyone surfed at high speed online, Xu Qingdu and songzhiye practiced and cooperated in foreign clothes.

All the publicity and distribution are worried by Qin Dason. Xu Qingdu is not the kind of person who will watch microblog every day, so he doesn't care about these things at all.

After all, he joined pol to start again. Of course, it is another matter to chase song Zhiye.

They are still training hard, and law, who is idling in the hospital, forwards the microblog.

[@ pol LV: see you tomorrow. 】This is a little bit of a "younger brother". Xu Qingdu was reminded by Qin Dashen to see his mobile phone after training, and he saw a piece called his brother. Almost he didn't turn back to lift songzhiye's dining plate.

He grinds his upper and lower teeth and delivers his mobile phone to song Zhiye, licking the tiger teeth at the corner of his mouth and laughing dangerously.

"Oh, song Zhiye, what is this?"

Song Zhiye took his mobile phone and, when he saw the comments, he handed him the two microblogs of Guan Bo and Luo Lu, and the words were the same: good duck! See duck tomorrow!

After this step, songzhiye put his mobile phone on the table, pushed him with his cold gaze, clenched the plate in front of him, looked around in his eyes and said, "ah? what? I can't see. I'm blind. I'm deaf. What did you just say to me? "

Xuqingdu licked the tiger teeth again and said, "tut" a while ago, song Zhiye immediately slipped away with the dinner plate.

Xuqingdu looked at the stool that song Zhiye left and swayed several times and finally fell to the ground. He then realized that song Zhiye had just said something incoherent, like a performance of heart emptiness.

But so, Xu Qingdu thought song Zhiye was not so boring. He slowly stuffed a large piece of chicken in his mouth, took the nearby mobile phone, and then clicked on Weibo again to see, and there were more and more comments.

He slipped to his home page and saw the ugly ducks.

What a duck! Xu Qingdu threw the fork in the dinner plate, rolled up his sleeves and ran after Song Zhiye.

"Song Zhiye!"