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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, a small sound but it was clearly recorded in everyone's ears.

Familiar voices, familiar speaking emphasis, familiar speaking rhythms.

The people in the audience were red in their eyes because of the excitement, and even some of them had cried, back, back, he finally came back.

In an instant, everyone's eyes collectively looked at the position of the entrance of the indoor stadium, and under the gathering of countless sights, an emaciated figure slowly walked in, slowly expanding in everyone's pupils.

Dressed in black casual sportswear, a pair of white sneakers, oblique bangs, a delicate face, a pair of naturally evil eyes exuding a faint sharp light, squinting as if the whole world has been seen through it, the corners of the mouth are grinning but more than a kind of confidence.

Wang Yue!

Wang Yue, it's really Wang Yue, he's back, he's really back!

For a while, many people burst into tears, how many times did they imagine in their minds that Wang Yue would suddenly appear to defeat the school humiliator dynasty team when the youth university team failed, but they also knew that it was impossible, because Wang Yue had already gone away, but now Wang Yue was really back.

A pair of eyes looked at Wang Yue's not wide but straight backbone, that emaciated backbone stood in the sky, and the collapsed sky of Youth University seemed to be instantly propped up with Wang Yue's appearance.

A moment ago, Sun Jianjian's heart was suddenly like ashes because there was no one available in his youth university, but when he saw Wang Yue, his dark heart was instantly illuminated because of his frustration, and his whole body was filled with an inexplicable sense of victory.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why the principal wanted to invite Wang Yue back at all costs, this young man can always give people an inexplicable sense of trust and steadfastness.

Jiang Liuyun's eyes narrowed slightly, focusing his attention on the young man in casual sportswear......

Wang Yue's delicate face was walking with a slight smile on her head, a fairy-like woman was standing on Wang Yue's side, a boy like an ancient scholar was walking on the left side behind Wang Yue, a girl wearing black high-waisted leggings with superb long legs was walking behind Wang Yue, and a boy in a black suit with a black flat hat and sunglasses was walking on the right side behind Wang Yue.

One person and five people slowly walked into the indoor stadium, walking steadily, chic, and confident.

Nearly 1,000 students from the Youth University looked at this walking lineup excitedly, the confident Wang Yue, the fairy-like Xue Bing, the Xiucai of Si Swenwen, Xuan Xuan who had the best long legs, and Yang Ke, who pretended to be a prisoner, came back, all of them came back.

Finally, someone broke the silent atmosphere, full of excitement, and roared out: "Wang Yue! ”

One word stirred up a thousand waves, and the people in the audience shouted the word Wang Yue repeatedly.

Wang Yue squinted and smiled at the crowd and nodded.

"Wang Yue, we were wrong, we shouldn't have mocked you when you failed."

"Wang Yue, we were wrong, we shouldn't have ignored the despicable means and didn't report it in the first place!"

"Wang Yue, we were wrong, please forgive us!"

Wang Yue squinted and chuckled: "I'm very forgetful, and I've long forgotten the past." ”

In everyone's minds, Jiang Liuyun repeatedly defeated the team of Youth University and humiliated the Youth University, and for a while, nearly 1,000 people in the audience stood up collectively, all facing Wang Yue with the traditional bow of the hand, their bodies bent slightly, and their voices shouted in unison: "Wang Yue, please support the sky of Youth University and be the pillar of Youth University!" ”

Wang Yue looked at the audience standing up blankly, staring blankly at the scene in front of him, his eyes were slightly red because of this scene, Wang Yue's thoughts seemed to go back to five months ago, when he first entered Youth University, and remembered that he was punished by Zhong Guoren for deliberately losing the game and running the playground.

When Wang Yue was exhausted and lay on the ground after running the laps required by Zhong Guoren, Zhong Guoren stood in front of Wang Yue like a giant at that time, and his body looked as majestic as a mountain under the sunlight.

Zhong Guoren, who was standing straight, said to Wang Yue lying on the ground in a magnetic voice: "Wang Yue, hold up the sky of Chinese e-sports and be the pillar of Chinese e-sports!" ”

In just 19 words, Wang Yue never dared to forget!

That was Zhong Guoren's dream imposed on Wang Yue, what he Zhong Guoren couldn't do, his apprentice Wang Yue could do it for him.

The more Wang did not take that step, because the more Wang was afraid that the step would not be good.

Now thousands of people stood up and shouted: "Wang Yue, please hold up the sky of the Youth University and be the pillar of the Youth University!" ”

This is a base point for Wang Yue to take a step, and this is a springboard for Wang Yue's life trajectory to change.

The moment Wang Yue lost his mind, the indoor stadium was still shouting that sentence over and over again.

"Wang Yue, please support the sky of the Youth University and be the pillar of the Youth University!"

"Wang Yue, please support the sky of the Youth University and be the pillar of the Youth University!"

"Wang Yue, please support the sky of the Youth University and be the pillar of the Youth University!"

Everyone was full of excitement and looked at Wang Yue with expectant eyes.

The blood in Wang Yue's bones was already boiling, and a pride soared into the sky, facing the requirements of everyone in the Youth University, he shouted loudly: "Okay! I'll hold on! I do! ”

At the same time, Wang Yue murmured in his heart: "Teacher, I'm going to start, your dream of being a student will be completed for you, and the student will never let you lose face." ”

At the same time, a burly figure slowly walked out of the indoor stadium, listening to the words "Wang Yue, please hold up the sky of the Youth University and be the pillar of the Youth University", his face was proud, the corners of his mouth were proud, he was Wang Yue's teacher Zhong Guoren.

Wang Yue didn't know, in fact, Zhong Guoren was like an eagle protecting him under his wings, and the matter of the black street scar last time was settled by Zhong Guoren, otherwise with the character of that group of hob meat, how could he really believe that if he let the king go, let the king go.

Wang Yue, the teacher, did not admit it in vain, this teacher did too much silently for Wang Yue and the student behind his back, but Wang Yue didn't know it yet......

Zhong Guoren, who walked out of the indoor stadium, looked up at the endless sky, and muttered in his heart: "The young eagle has finally begun to take off, Wang Yue, fly, fly higher, fly farther, fly to the height of my Zhong Guoren, fly to the height that my Zhong Guoren can't fly, create your myth, and write your legend." ”

Indoor stadium.

Under the gathering of thousands of eyes, Wang Yue and his party slowly walked into the glass house.