When the car door with excellent sound insulation effect is opened, the people in the car instantly feel the sound of the ubiquitous noise.
Shanghai Stadium, the magnificent No. 1 stadium in the Far East, has become a landmark building in Shanghai after more than half a century of reconstruction.
Everyone who comes here for the first time will be shocked.
Wu Xuan, who returned to the school team, stretched out his collar, with an elegant smile on his lips, and got out of the car calmly.
That handsome side face immediately attracted the attention of some people around him.
"Look, there's a handsome guy there."
First, several girls noticed Wu Zhan inadvertently. However, when they saw Wu Zhan's complete appearance, uncontrollable low voices emerged from the crowd, which immediately attracted the attention of many girls.
Some are shy and sneaky, and some are upright.
Wu Zhan naturally noticed this, his eyes were extremely calm, and he was obviously used to this kind of gaze.
He was the first to step out of the bus, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"National College League, here I come."
All unhappiness, all hatred and jealousy were left behind by him.
This is a paradise for superpowers...
This is the place where Wu Zhuan shines and becomes a legend!
People in the bus walked out one after another. Even though they were standing outside the stadium, anyone who saw this magnificent building would be in awe of it.
Wu Wenlie did not urge everyone, but stood aside and watched everyone's reactions with interest.
Anyway, we came out early, which gave these guys enough time to relax.
If you are willing to take photos, then take more photos.
Wu Wenlie was always cheerful from the moment he left the house, which made the team members who were always on tenterhooks feel relieved.
Even the head coach didn't panic at all, and we couldn't afford stage fright.
Only Wu Wenlie himself knows how great it feels to disguise a 10-star war king as a substitute and serve as the team coach!
It's like holding a big bucket of ice-cold mung bean soup in the dog days of summer, and the secret feeling is even far greater than that of ending up in person.
Of course, as the deputy dean of the Comprehensive Combat Academy of Hurricane Academy and the highest-level leader of this competition, he has not forgotten his own job.
Hiding aside, he observed everyone's performance from the corner of his eyes.
Everyone didn't notice Wu Wenlie's gaze and took the opportunity to take photos and post them on WeChat Moments.
The two people who came down next were exceptions, Xiao Yang, the former president of the Fighting Club, and Wu Huai, the current vice president.
They are the only two people on this team who have experience competing in the competition.
"It's only been a year, but it still feels like yesterday." Wu Huai stood under a sculpture and said looking into the distance.
"In my freshman and sophomore years, I obviously feel like I have endless time, because I always feel that it's too early to leave school." Henry Zhang looked at this magnificent stadium nostalgically, with a gentle voice.
"Yes, I am only a junior, but I already feel a lot of reluctance to leave this college." Wu Huai's voice was also full of nostalgia. Even though there were usual disputes, in front of a familiar battlefield and facing familiar comrades, There was always a string in his heart that was touched.
Wu Huai turned around and smiled: "By the way, I never had a chance to congratulate you. Congratulations on staying in the academy!"
Apparently Wu Huai heard about Henry Zhang staying in school in a special way through his own channels.
That team about which no news has been revealed so far, the secret patron saint of this academy...
It sounds very exciting.
"Thank you. This is my dream. It is a happy thing to be able to overlap my life with my dream. If you..."
"Okay, President, I just remembered you just now. You are all about to graduate, so stop preaching to me, a junior who is just in the third grade. Wait until next year, next year you will say this to me again." Wu Huai interrupted Henry Zhang unceremoniously.
The tacit understanding of looking at each other when we just remembered each other was only temporary. Wu Huai's character had already destined that he and Henry Zhang would not be friends.
At this moment, another very light footsteps fell on the ground behind him.
The two of them looked at each other at the same time. Wu Huai's eyes twitched uncomfortably, and he chose to remain silent and not speak again.
The junior fellow student who couldn't be beaten turned out to be his nightmare when he was at his most prosperous.
Others might fear Lu Ze because of his martial arts, but Wu Huai had the strongest reaction to Yan Zhang.
Wu Huai's only nightmare while sleeping was the scene when he was brutally tortured by Yan Zhang in the Platinum Arena.
Every time I think about it, I break out in a cold sweat.
Wu Huai snorted and walked to the other side alone.
Henry Zhang understood, said nothing, and nodded to Yan Zhang.
When Yan Zhang saw Henry Zhang, he lowered his eyelids and walked aside quietly, standing there like a signpost, in sharp contrast to the students coming and going around him.
"It's so lively."
A gentle voice came. Lu Ze stepped off the bus and looked up at this majestic stadium. His face was full of smiles, and his eyes were full of nostalgia and... satisfaction.
In his previous life, being able to come here to watch a game was his dream in college.
But it happened that such a seemingly humble wish was not fulfilled until graduation.
So, coming here in this life, does it count as making up for regrets?
Lu Ze had his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes were deep and mysterious, and his angular profile portrayed a handsome man with no blind spots.
"Wow, there's a handsome guy over there!"
“This team is so good-looking.”
"Hey, hey, that little brother is very temperamental, have you noticed it?"
Several little girls excitedly pointed in the direction of Lu Ze. They had really discovered a new world this time.
…
Wu Zhan thought he was talking about himself, so he couldn't help but raise his head higher, trying hard to maintain his posture and prevent his eyes from falling there.
But as he stood, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Because the excited voices of the little girls were getting closer and closer... Just when he thought he was going to stop, they got further and further away.
The pretty and cute little fans actually ignored the handsome Wu Huan.
"Hello, are you a senior from Hurricane College?" A cute girl with a bun hair timidly walked up to Lu Ze and asked.
"I'm from Hurricane College but I'm not a senior." Lu Ze looked at the cute girl with a round face and said with a smile, "You must be a high school student."
"Yes, I come from the High School Affiliated to Zidao, and Hurricane College is also my target school. Come on, senior!" The girl raised her fist to cheer.
Lu Ze smiled and nodded, "Thank you."
"Please sign your name for me." The little girl with a round head mustered up the courage and handed over the pink notebook she was holding in her arms.
"I'm just a substitute." Lu Ze responded with a smile, looking at the other party with bright eyes, "Do you still want my signature?"
"Then senior, you must be the most powerful substitute. You can get what you want!" The girl nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Lu Ze laughed dumbly, took the signature pen, and carefully wrote the words "Lu Ze".
"Thank you, senior, my name is Zhao Momo, and I will cheer you on!"
The ball-headed girl ran back to her partner with a happy face. Several girls giggled and surrounded her, and then looked at her almost at the same time.
