The eSports King’s Crush

Don't say it's this person.

Even he himself can't accept anyone being crooked.

I don’t want to not even be friends.

But he couldn't help but take action.

Feng Nai raised his hand to cover his eyes. His mouth was filled with a faint fishy sweetness, and he didn't realize what was wrong with his mouth.

It's time to get off the bus.

Mo Bei woke up, and when he looked sideways at him, his eyebrows twisted slightly: "Your mouth."

"Mouth?" Feng Nai raised his hand to take a sip of water. His hand twisting the bottle cap was a little careless, and he deliberately concealed it: "What?"

Mo Bei hasn't spoken yet.

The activity assistant who was about to come over to talk about the upcoming itinerary was stunned: "God K, why is your mouth broken?"

"What are you making all the fuss about?" Feng Nai raised his hand and scratched it with his fingertips: "I did it when I just ate spicy strips."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it's not too obvious, otherwise fans would definitely ask about it once I'm on camera for a show."

"I'll ask even if it's not obvious." Feng Nai didn't seem to care: "It's not the first time it's broken."

After saying this, the assistant remembered: "God K's mouth was broken last time. God K said he was beaten."

Mo Bei stopped taking off his headphones for a moment.

The activity assistant was really curious: "God K, were you really beaten? I asked Xiaoliang, but Xiaoliang was with you and he didn't dare to say such a thing."

Feng Nai's voice was very slow: "He really doesn't dare."

I don’t know why, but after hearing these five words, the activity assistant’s neck felt a little cold.

But the gossip overcame everything: "Did you really get beaten? Who is the person who beat you? I have to say that he is really brave."

"About this question, you can ask your brother Nan." Feng Nai took the backpack, lowered his eyes, put on the black mask, and walked toward the car junction.

The activity assistant looked at Mo Bei brightly: "Brother Nan, who is it? I really admire the person who can hit God K in the face. He must be scared after the beating."

"I'm not afraid." Mo Bei replied with three words, which turned into black history.

The activity assistant had a question mark on his face: "Aren't you afraid? How is that possible? Brother Nan, just tell me, have you seen this person before? Otherwise, God K wouldn't let me ask you."

Mo Bei thought for a moment and said with a clear face, "It's me."

The activity assistant was a little petrified on the spot, and then laughed slowly: "Brother Nan, hahahaha, your joke is really bad."

Mo Bei didn't insist: "If you think it's a joke, just take it as a joke."

Event Assistant:…

Wait a moment to summarize his research on Mo Nan while watching the live broadcast just now.

This guy probably can't tell jokes.

Could it be that the person who made God K look unhappy at that time was really... really him?

In fact, this is no longer important to Feng Nai.

Put on a mask and leave the topic.

It's because he knows best how the injury on his mouth came about this time.

In order to bring myself back to reason, I bit myself hard.

That's why he didn't follow his own ideas and kissed her deeply regardless of everything.

Feng Nai, who was wearing a black mask, just stood in front of the car. It was an ordinary posture, but he made it look like a comic book cover character.

Even with something covering her face, her otherworldly temperament is still obvious.

Her long body stood tall and straight, her eyes looking at the undulating scenery outside.

He leaned back, half-leaned there, and closed his eyes...

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