The eSports King’s Crush

Caipi Novel

Everyone looked at this scene and couldn't recover for a long time. The shaking of their eyes was clearly visible.

The host choked up and swallowed the sacred word! The expressions are wonderful.

Even Cat, Cat and Bear paused for a moment, then grabbed Mo Bei's neck and said, "Okay, your brother has a higher rating than the boss."

You must know that after so many games, even if you lose, the boss is still the best in the game.

Of course, they never lost.

But in my memory, this really seems to be the first time that someone has scored higher than the boss, even though it is only a tenth of a point higher.

Mo Bei himself didn't have any emotions. He stretched out his hand to pull away the cat, cat and bear, then took off his headphones, and stood up with a clear side face.

I was thinking that boys... really like to be handsy.

Feng Nai also stood up, holding his trouser pocket with one hand, raising his eyebrows and looking this way. His black hair was a little messy, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all.

Mo Bei raised his eyes and saw the man looking at him. As he passed by, he just said: "The assistant brother used to be pretty good at being cute."

Mo Bei:......

Interviewers have already gathered around. After all, no matter who is the best in the game, from their point of view, the only one with the most interview value is Feng Nai.

Fans watching the live broadcast were somewhat unwilling to accept the news that their K-god was not the best in the game.

After all, he's already doing such incredible things, isn't he the best in the game?

"Forget it, without me, God K, how can Mo Nan get the best of the match? Just follow me, God K, and grab the kill."

"I just stole heads three times."

"That's just a last-ditch attack. If you don't hit the last hit, the opponent won't die."

"Should I use him to last up the damage? I can do it myself, God K."

"Don't argue, winning the game is the most important thing."

"Whoever made the quarrel just thinks that the MVP this time should be me, God K."

"I have the same idea. You can see it by looking at the data. Even though the number of kills is the same, why is it that Mo Nan is the MVP? As an assistant, I am really..."

"The support can't win the MVP? Gang Mobei Xiangnanhai blocked the damage for K God, why no one said anything."

"It sounds like I, God K, haven't blocked him. It's not me, God K. I don't know how many times that Mo Nan has died."

"that is!"

Looking at the noisy barrages,

Chen Yu finally smiled.

Do you think that after joining the Black Flame team and playing well, you can get back on your feet?

Hehe, he wouldn't give Mo Nan this chance.

"Done?" The person who spoke was wearing a suit and got up from the office chair. He had a slender face and was so thin that his cheeks were twitching. Who else could it be if it wasn't Wang Jun, Mo Nan's former club manager.

Chen Yu, still wearing his battle uniform, shook the phone in his hand and smiled proudly: "It's very simple, just like before, if you say something a little, someone will lead."

"Very good, but can any of you explain to me, Mo Nan, when will he play support?" When Wang Jun said this, his face was cold: "Also, his When did your hands get better?"

Chen Yudu said: "I'm also very surprised about this. The doctor had already said at that time that it was impossible for his hand to play games again, so why does it look better now than before."

Wang Jun took a deep breath and looked at the other person sitting here: "Yifan, what do you think? Aren't you most familiar with Mo Nan's style of play? He should have handed everything over to you. "