The eSports King’s Crush

Caipi Novel

"So what?" Feng Nai's smile at this time was obviously without warmth.

Upon hearing this, the assistant's voice weakened: "So in order to avoid further resistance from fans, the higher-ups suggest that the young master should keep a little distance from Mo Nan before today's game."

"I sent the photo, and asked them to come to me." Feng Nai put it into his trouser pocket with one hand, and said in a slow voice: "Also, the company's public relations have been responding to the seasons recently. Will they only sleep when it's hot?"

The assistant opened his mouth, knowing that this was a mockery, and there was a trace of sweat on his forehead: "Mo Nan is a new player. According to the club's regulations, only those who have achieved certain results will be hired by the company to do public relations, and the young master does not want to I blame the company. Everyone follows this rule. If it is broken, it will be unfair to others. It depends on whether any agent is willing to do public relations for Mo Nan alone. Now it seems that this situation is It’s impossible, after all, it’s really related to the record.”

Speaking of record, fans don't think Mo Nan has the strength to win MVP.

Therefore, the club is also very passive in this matter.

The young master should have noticed it all.

Feng Nai indeed understands that a company is just a company, and there is nothing to criticize about resource exchange.

However, when posting a photo, you still have to keep a distance...

Ah.

pull.

Feng Nai's eyes darkened, and nothing could be heard in his voice: "Are you done?"

The assistant inexplicably felt the coldness on the back of his neck: "It's over."

"Bring breakfast and uniforms." Feng Nai's tone became even calmer.

The assistant couldn't tell whether he agreed or not agreed to what he just said, so he repeated it again: "The suggestion above..."

"I know." Feng Nai interrupted him: "Are you going to let me beg you to bring me breakfast?"

The assistant immediately stood up: "Master, I'm going upstairs right now!"

Feng Nai didn't speak anymore. He put the phone away and put it into his trouser pocket. When he turned around, what he saw was the man tilting his head slightly, with half of his face pressed into the pillow, and his black forehead was combed. Come down, just enough to cover your eyes.

It was very cold even when he was sleeping, his handsome face showed no emotion, and even the back of his neck was very white.

It just looks a little softer than when awake.

Feng Nai walked over and lowered his eyes. This guy even slept so well and wore many clothes. He really didn't look like a young man at all.

There is one thing that Feng Nai really can't figure out.

According to this guy’s character of not fighting or grabbing,

Why does it feel like a fire is burning in my eyes when I start playing games?

Maybe it’s because I’ve been framed too much.

That's why it's like this.

It seemed like he was hiding too many things, and it was not quite the same as when he first saw him.

At that time, Mo Nan's whole person gave people an unruly look.

They can be regarded as a professional team that they started to join at the same time.

It's just that the choices were different. It was difficult to associate him with the good disciple at that time.

But now he looks more like the one in the game.

Feng Nai glanced at the person on the bed again. After opening the cigarette case, he lowered his eyes and bit a cigarette between his thin lips. He did not smoke, but just leaned there lazily, waiting for the assistant to come up in every possible way.

Try not to make any noise.

But as he watched, Feng Nai frowned and slowly looked away, because from this angle, this guy looked too much like a girl...