The eSports King’s Crush

Mo Bei's eyes grew darker and darker as he listened to the voices over there.

Because after Mo Nan said that, he asked her: "How have you been these past two days, are you used to it? I watched K's live broadcast before, and now I feel relieved. Before, I was worried that you would be... "

At this point, Mo Nan paused for a moment and did not continue. Instead, he changed the topic: "My sister is still the most powerful, the most handsome in the universe."

Mo Bei knew what he was about to say, and was worried that she would be rejected by her teammates.

That's probably it.

It doesn't matter how others judge you.

If even his teammates are framing him.

No one can win if we let it go.

Because here, as long as you put on a layer of skin, you can splash water as much as you want.

People think it's admiration, some people think it's revealing.

After all, Mo Nan lost.

So, she wants to win it back.

There are many opinions on many things.

Only winning will not.

Mo Bei raised his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror, and was about to speak.

Just listen to what Mo Nantu said over there: "By the way, what's wrong with your hand? I've been with mom all day today and I didn't dare to turn on the Internet. In order to prevent mom from seeing you, I took her to the temple. I’ve been taking pictures all the time, and the replay hasn’t been released yet, so what I can see is a small video of you. Is the injury on your shoulder serious?”

"No." Mo Bei said in a light voice, "It will be fine tomorrow, but brother, what's the condition of your hand now? What does the doctor say?"

Mo Nan paused for a moment, and then quickly said: "I said that if you raise me again, you don't have to worry about me. You should help me think about how to deal with this chef competition. Is it still too late for me to learn how to cook? ?”

"It's too late." Mo Bei broke his fantasy: "As soon as you cook, mom will know it's not me."

Mo Nan stood up and frowned: "Why did I forget this? What should I do?"

"Buy me a wig." Mo Bei's eyes narrowed: "I'll go back, brother, come here."

Mo Nan's beautiful and unruly face was a little stiff; "Past, past?"

"That's right." Mo Bei said in a calm tone: "I couldn't leave the base that day. I had to complete basic training. Brother, it's okay for your hands to do this kind of intensity training. As long as you talk less that day and don't use heightening insoles, You won’t be recognized.”

Heightening insoles... Mo Nan was silent for a moment and then said, "That's not the point. The point is that your facial paralysis skills are too difficult for me to do."

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows: "I'm not paralyzed."

His sister has always denied that she has facial paralysis since she was a child.

Mo Nan chuckled: "Okay, you are not paralyzed, but you are in the same room with K now. Are you really not afraid that if I go, he will beat me to death?"

"You can't pretend to be like me." Mo Bei glanced back at the wooden door. After there was no movement, he said, "I will move to another room tomorrow."

Mo Nan was still thinking that if possible, he no longer wanted to use the keyboard and mouse.

He didn't tell Beibei that it would be difficult to heal his hand, and there was basically no chance.

But these thoughts all disappeared after seeing that game.

His sister, no matter what she looked like.

But my love for e-sports, which I have had since childhood, seems to have never changed.

So he couldn't let her know that his hand would never get better again.

That would destroy her original intention.

"Okay, I'll go there."

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