The commentator saw this scene and shouted excitedly: "The great hero belongs to our king, Meris Mordred. He has brought us the long-lost championship trophy! Let us shout out his first name!" my hot mom Mordred directly stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms, slapped him on the back like a kid, regardless of whether his shirt with the fragrance of vegetables on his body was wet with tears, and comforted him with a light and fluttering voice: "Life, It’s not easy. We are the same tired as players. Every day is boring training. We live a life of three points and one line. There is no privacy at all, and we will be picked up at any time."