The eSports King’s Crush

Mo Bei looked at her Uncle Feng with a clear face, and felt more and more that that smile was very cunning.

It's different in front of the little one than in front of the poisonous tongue nephew.

Feng Yi always had to restrain himself. He coughed lightly, and after stopping his laughter, his voice was a little low: "If you use someone else's identity to participate in the competition, if this is dug out, little one, how are you going to deal with it?"

Mo Bei paused for a moment, then raised his eyes: "When my brother's hand is healed, he can replace me."

"When?" Feng Yi's question is always to the point: "Before the national competition? Or after this competition?"

After a while, Mo Bei said, "I will hide myself well."

"I know." Feng Yi understood everything, so he was worried: "Before Mo Nan comes back, I will try my best to help you keep this secret, but one thing is that you have to be mentally prepared. Your original intention of doing this is What, no one cares, even if you are not accepted or misinterpreted maliciously, don’t hate playing games, because there are people who like to watch you play.”

Mo Bei felt that these words were not like what her Uncle Feng said, and his eyes fell over.

Feng Yi smiled again: "This is a blank email I received before I came here. It doesn't even have a signature."

Nothing at all.

But who sent the email.

Both men knew it.

Especially Mo Bei, he lowered his eyes, the arc of his chin was half hidden, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve up, very shallow but with a clean taste: "Master is looking at me."

"Yeah." Feng Yi chuckled. He was the only one who could make the little girl laugh like this.

Yun Shen watched from the side and took a big sip of coffee.

Sure enough, Uncle Feng's return would make Bei feel more relaxed.

She knew this person's character. He was the kind of person who wouldn't say anything even if he was injured. He would finish the game with a bloody head and go to deal with the wound without saying a word.

Because I don’t want those people to be disturbed, I can even lose the honor.

Carrying so much.

Think about everything every step you take.

Don't be too arrogant, otherwise you will be recognized as a bey.

If you can't speak for yourself, your mouth will be guided by public opinion.

But, he was not defeated, right?

Whether it was from the Imperial Alliance or now, she came alone and stood on the edge of the cliff. Even if she was swallowed by darkness, she was still moving forward.

It's because there are people to protect and places to reach.

Yun Shen was worried that she would be too hateful, so he even forgot about liking her.

But when she saw the press conference, she didn't talk about what happened.

Yun Shen understood, bey is still bey.

She will have a dull face and red ears because someone likes her.

She will play every game seriously.

It’s not that original intention mixed with hatred is not called original intention.

But the desire to win is stronger than others.

The chat continues.

It was because Feng Yi had to understand a situation: "You used bey to defeat Xiao Nai before, so what happened?"

"I don't remember." Mo Bei's memory has always been vague.

Feng Yi smiled again. His nephew could never forget his opponent, so forget it if he didn't remember his nephew.

This opponent was the one who made him show that expression in reality, but he had no idea.

Interesting, really interesting.

"Uncle Feng, there's something." Mo Bei raised his eyes and dropped a piece of news that could be considered a bomb so far in a low voice: "I want to exchange identities with my brother for two days."

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