The eSports King’s Crush

"If you are the captain, it is normal to have a good relationship." Mo Bei looked slightly sideways according to her brother's character. If it were her, she would not talk so much: "Besides, of course I can't be like before, after all, I am mature now , and also know how to do some things, and don’t say what shouldn’t be said.”

There was no warmth in Huan Leng's eyes: "That would be perfect."

After that, he didn't say anything more and walked over.

Mo Bei paused for a moment. If the host hadn't asked that question on the show, she probably wouldn't have been able to send Huan Leng away with just a few words.

Her brother was right.

Chen Yu, Wang Jun, Lu Yifan, even Wang Dongdong, these people would only think that the change in "Mo Nan" came from the blow, after all, his hand was injured.

Only this Huan Leng really understands her brother.

She was deliberately imitating his brother, but she didn't seem to be completely cleared of suspicion.

The situation after the provincial competition and which team they will encounter is still unclear.

But now Mo Bei just hopes not to encounter Huan Leng as soon as he comes up.

If it was a battle, she wasn't sure whether her fighting style would be discovered by the opponent.

Anyone who plays e-sports knows that when you watch a game, you have one feeling, but when you actually compete, it will be another feeling.

When they were trainees, he and her brother were on par with each other.

I must have fought many times in the game.

She should be the person most familiar with her brother's fighting style.

Mo Bei looked far away, trying not to touch him again.

Feng Nai was originally walking in front, but when he saw the two people's shoulders touching, he stopped.

He held his pants pocket with one hand and looked back.

At this distance, neither Feng Nai nor anyone else knew what Huan Leng and Mo Bei said.

But Mo Bei's stay gave Feng Nai a qualitative change in his eyes.

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

That person still had no intention of leaving.

As if he was caught in some memory, Qingjun's face was a little different from usual.

This made Feng Nai's fingers tighten, and then he walked back with a touch of ridicule in his voice: "This little brother, is your soul about to be taken away? You even forgot about the meeting." ”

Mo Bei raised his eyes: "Soul? Was it taken away?"

Feng Nai said a little casually: "Seeing that I was a former trainee of the same class and we are all friends, what did he say to make you stand here for so long?"

Mo Bei's eyelashes twitched slightly: "I talked about some things from the past."

"Oh?" Feng Nai seemed to smile slowly: "I am not interested in your past, but I would like to remind you that after entering the national competition, we will definitely face each other. If I find out, what will you do to me? My former friends showed mercy and so on, but I have many ways to punish people.”

Mo Bei thought he would ask in detail, but now he knew he wouldn't, so he said, "A game is a game."

"Although you seem quite sincere, in order to avoid danger, it is better to contact less." Feng Nai's voice faded slightly: "To prevent some fans from thinking wildly after reading this."

Mo Bei was a little confused: "What are you thinking about?"

"For example, I will set up CP for you or something." Feng Nai's eyes were very dark: "You praised him so much in the show, there will definitely be people who think so."

Mo Bei avoided the important and ignored the important: "It's just some imagination, it should be fine."

"Deleting it is troublesome." Feng Nai smiled: "So little brother, please stay safe, do you understand?"

Mo Bei:......

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