The eSports King’s Crush

Who has been relying on his face to make a living?

Why did you forget about yourself during the live broadcast?

Of course, the manager would definitely not respond so directly.

He took a deep breath and told himself to face it calmly.

But before he could think of words, he was already dead? Bye? !

The manager paused for a moment, then turned back to the assistant and said: "He also knows to call me Mr. Li, who of us is in charge of whom!" x :/

"Manager, calm down. You have forgotten that the young master added your account number for you. And your son is calling you today to ask for the young master's autograph. In a few days, you will have to talk to Mr. Wang. They are arranged in five rows, so we can take them flying..." The assistant reminded: "You need a young master to take them flying."

Following those words, the manager's face gradually changed twice, and finally he grabbed a handful of his hair: "Go and urge that person again and ask him when he will come back. The young master is doing it for Mo Nan." What did he do? Why didn’t I realize he was so protective of anyone before?" (_

The assistant felt the same way and could only find an excuse: "Maybe you are taking care of the new members?"

"Do you believe what you said?" The manager waved his hand: "Forget it, the old man has been there anyway. After the national competition, I will try to find a way to get the young master to quit the team and return to his family. Then I will have to be the evil man. Do..."x

As the words faded, the night outside deepened.

In the base, after eating dumplings, everyone was preparing to wash up before going to bed.

Nailin was carried by Feng Nai with one hand and thrown into the bathtub.

He picked up the rain and sprinkled it on Nailin's back.

The resulting milk is no different from a drowned milk cat.

"I want my brother to wash it for me. You're washing it too rudely." Nailin played with the yellow duck he brought and protested to his brother.

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows and mocked: "Those who are still playing yellow ducks until now should take a good bath."

"What's wrong with playing with the yellow duck?" Nailin touched a handful of water and accused, "You play too sometimes."

Feng Nai said casually: "It's boring if you don't play."

This time Nailin remembered,

Mom did, but his brother didn't have a childhood.

"I'm going to find my brother. I haven't played games with my brother for a long time. I want to play games with him."

Feng Nai's hand stopped for a moment: "How can your brother have time to play games with you? Why don't you have to deliver dumplings to people tomorrow morning?"

Only then did Nailin remember, her ears drooped a little.

Feng Nai's voice was very light, lazy and a little absent-minded: "Your brother has been offline for three months, but you still have given up on this. People who have girlfriends don't have time to spend time with you."

Nailin raised her eyes and suddenly realized: "That is, you don't play games together anymore?"

Feng Nai said nothing, turned his handsome face aside, took a towel, and wrapped it around his brother.

Then, he carried it out of the bathroom.

Nailin wanted to ask something else.

After coming out, he found that his brother had fallen asleep.

He must have been too tired, so he didn't even take off his coat. He just lay on the bed with his face turned sideways. His eyelashes were as long as crow's wings and as pure as black.

But because of his cold temperament, he feels hard to get close to.

But all Nailin saw was the faint shadow under his brother's eyes.

It's the dark circles.

It makes people feel sad to see it.

Nailin touched it with his soft fingers.

Seeing that his brother had no intention of waking up, he turned around and said: "Brother, are you very tired from playing the game? I saw that brother was still training just now." Remember the website address of this website, Www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site