The eSports King’s Crush

Even if he has escaped from the drinking party just now.

Feng Yi's mood did not ease immediately.

He stood under the tree, tilted his head and lit a cigarette, then put it between his lips.

At first, Feng Yi thought it had something to do with his personality.

Only now did he realize that wasn't necessarily the case.

If he were a little kid and joined a team like that, no matter how careful he was, he might end up with the same fate.

If a young man becomes famous and blocks the way of others, he will be pulled out.

Feng Yi lowered his eyes, a little afraid to imagine that scene.

The hand injury is really painful.

But was abandoned by his teammates in that situation.

It's more than just pain.

Feng Yi even didn't know how to reply to the message sent to him by the little boy.

Tell the little one, you are right. There is indeed a possibility that your brother’s hand injury will never heal?

Feng Yi took a deep breath, letting the smell of tobacco reverberate in his nose.

He was worried that the little one who knew all this would no longer like playing games.

Playing the game, hurting the hand, abandoning the hand.

No one gave Mo Nan a chance to explain clearly.

All are negative comments.

This is how he left.

And be scolded for being incompetent.

The little one wanted to get it back, so she used her brother's name to return.

If Mo Nan's hand never gets better...

Feng Yi pressed his eyebrows.

The phone has caller ID.

He paused and pressed the answer button. His voice was deliberately relaxed: "Hello."

"Uncle Feng, it's me." After Mo Bei finished his training session today, the first thing he did was to call Feng Yi: "Is there any result about my brother's matter?"

Feng Yi listened to the light voice over there and finally answered: "Yes."

Mo Bei turned his face sideways, and his light eyes became darker and darker because of what he heard.

The hands on the side of the long legs were clenched tighter and tighter, and even the joints were a little white.

Of course, Feng Yi didn't tell Mo Bei everything.

He hid the fact that Mo Nan's hand injury may not heal well: "So your brother's hand injury may require more treatment time."

"As long as it can be cured." Mo Bei let go of his hand, and there was a string of red on his palm, but her voice was light: "Wang Jun, Lu Yifan, Yang Mengruo, Chen Yu, these people are all involved in the fight. ?"

Feng Yi said "hmm".

Mo Bei's eyes turned a little dark: "Uncle Feng, if my brother's hand cannot be healed, I also want to destroy Lu Yifan's hand. He took away all my brother's things and stepped on my brother to get the upper hand. This is what he deserves." Yes, I will let go of this idea after my brother’s hand is healed.”

Feng Yi didn't know how to answer this.

Little Spade asked him to come back and look at the little one.

There were other things he could actually watch.

But it’s a matter of mentality.

We are relatives of flesh and blood, we have been hurt, and we can’t get over it, what should we do?

Let her play the game without any purpose.

This is simply impossible.

Feng Yi couldn't even tell her the possibility that Mo Nan wouldn't recover.

What I'm afraid of is destroying something more important than winning.

"Don't worry." Feng Yi looked at the cigarette butt: "Mo Nan will definitely be fine."

Mo Bei's voice didn't change much, but everyone who knew her knew that there was hope in her tone at this time, very small but very clear: "I asked my brother, he can now do daily operation training , starting from today, he will play support and I will play other positions and practice a few sets of tactics so that when he comes back, he will not be completely blank and can cooperate with the team well."

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

Something happened, indeed something happened. The school boss owes you everything. I will make up for it tomorrow.

I'm sorry to see my girlfriend, please tell me.

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