The eSports King’s Crush

This sentence, when all this is no joke.

A lot of imposed pressure will come.

Real fans are afraid of attracting bad reputations because they like people who are polite and don't tear them down.

All the efforts were in vain in front of this sentence.

The fat manager at Hei Yan's side really felt a headache and raised his head and looked in Feng Nai's direction.

I saw him sitting in the office chair, seemingly without any emotion, but his eyes were very deep.

I understand what's going on, but I can't respond.

The fat manager walked over and said: "If this continues, we..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Yi focused on a message: "I didn't want it to be so soon."

"What?" The fat manager didn't react.

Feng Yi turned his head and said, "It's nothing. Contact the resources you have, let the news out, and tell everyone that I have indeed returned to China, and I will hold a press conference tomorrow. There is no need to say anything else."

"Now?" the fat manager asked.

Feng Yi: "Yes, by the way, send me what Xiao Nai sent you, and I will sort it out."

The fat manager's eyes paused: "How did Mr. Feng know that the young master sent me something?"

"You've been restless since just now. You don't really care about Mo Nan." When Feng Yi said this, his eyes were light.

Even the fat manager didn't see what other meaning there was.

He didn't think too much about why Feng always led Mo Bei to the south.

The only explanation now is that he can't stand people coming to make trouble against the Imperial Alliance, so he can still make excuses.

You can't just find a genius and want to praise Mo Beixiangnan...

The talk never stopped.

Yang Mengruo looked at the news on the Internet, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

She knew that Mo Nan couldn't get up at all.

You can trample him under your feet with just any strategy.

Not to mention, this time the manager used better tactics than before.

Now there should be no more bragging about how well Mo Nan played in today's game.

After all, the more you blow, the darker it gets.

This time, Yang Mengruo was even more sure that he was not on the wrong side. People like Mo Nan were not good enough to fight.

She regretted having been involved with him before.

Speaking of which, it was also Mo Nan's fault.

Both of them dated.

She asked him to push her more, but he didn't agree.

He even said not to always do things in his name.

At that time she was a little dissatisfied.

Later, when she had such an opportunity, of course she had to cherish it.

He only knows how to play games, so let him play games. Sooner or later, it will be cold.

For someone like Mo Nan who has remained unchanged for tens of millions of years and won't follow the trends to build fans, it would be strange not to be eliminated.

Yang Mengruo thought that the other party had learned his lesson, but he didn't expect that it was still the same.

Play the game well. If it is so useful, what else does the company need to do?

Likes can make or break a person.

Just let Mo Nan guard the path he wants to take, and walk until it's dark.

Yang Mengruo stood up, his eyebrows stained with poison.

Soon, he will find that there is no way out.

There will be more and more information collected, and no one will believe that he just wants to simply play the game.

The current situation is simply great for them.

Wang Jun also wanted to celebrate in advance. He turned around and said to Lu Yifan: "Mo Nan is out of luck this time. People who don't let us earn popularity will only be dealt with like this."

Lu Yifan didn't say anything, which in a sense was already acquiescing.

Wang Jun smiled and was about to close the computer.

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