The eSports King’s Crush

Hearing this, Feng Nai took his hand back and threw a bottle of spray to Cat, Cat and Bear: "Give him medicine." x:/

"Yeah, yeah." Cat, Cat and Bear got the spray and walked over.

Mo Bei had already pulled his collar back to its original position, and not only that, he had even pulled the zipper of his coat all the way down: "What's the impromptu meeting?"

Cat, Cat, and Bear's eyes were a little wandering, and it was really difficult to answer this question.

Mo Bei was speechless and walked past him.

Cat, Cat and Bear spoke: "Brother, don't go."

Mo Bei just paused and did not stop.

The fat manager was complaining to Feng Nai: "No matter what the fans ask, as the captain, you have to protect the people under your command. Now that he has been put on the field, and you have to replace him, who will take him off? Recruit him. Just so that when you compete in the provincial competition, you can..."

"His hands need to rest, and he can't fight in team battles." Feng Nai turned his face sideways, the arc of his chin hidden in the darkness: "We have already won one game, even if we don't win this one, we still have to qualify for the provincial competition. Yes, as long as my personal performance is good enough."

The fat manager paused: "No, it's not safe."

"Which match is absolutely safe?" Feng Nai looked over and said, "Insurance bought with one hand is completely meaningless."

The fat manager opened his mouth.

Just about to speak.

A voice sounded from behind.

"Some games are meaningless if you don't win them yourself."

It's Mo Bei.

She had no way to tell Feng Nai.

Every game here is very important to her.

Because only by winning all the time can we prove that those people are wrong.

No matter where it is, no one will remember second place.

Likewise, no one cares about how her brother and Yun Shen feel.

Trampled underfoot.

Anyone can.

No matter what the truth is.

What people like to see is some guy being pulled off.

Therefore, you can’t give up and you can’t lose.

Otherwise, what's the point of her standing here again.

Mo Bei's eyes were completely black at that moment, seemingly calm, but when he looked carefully, they seemed to be capable of rolling out violent waves. x PC:/

There was a faint fire burning.

"Captain, I want to stay on the field."

People around me have never seen "Mo Nan" like this before.

In the past, he had a bad temper and was intolerant of others.

Later, when he came back, Qing Juan was cold and didn't like to talk.

But no matter when he was, he was never like this moment, and even his straight back seemed to be burning with fire.

Do you want to play games so much?

No staff required.

Even Grandma's gray eyes were a little shaky, as if he had really misunderstood "Mo Nan".

People are multi-faceted.

There is nothing wrong with one side being dug out and the other hidden.

If you are not a member of the same team.

Even when he saw those live broadcast barrages, he felt that "Mo Nan" was just for his own show and a straw man, always causing trouble, so if he was injured, it would be better not to participate.

But, in reality, this is not the case.

I want to win with my own hands.

It's that simple. (_

The manager was still hesitating. He looked at Feng Nai and then at "Mo Nan": "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with your hand? It won't affect the game?"

Although this question seems impersonal, it is really the most realistic.

"No." Mo Bei looked sideways, his eyes dark.

The manager bit the bullet and said, "What if it's affected?"

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