The eSports King’s Crush

Mo Nan simply accepted the incompetence.

The little person who followed him and called him little sister just now was actually Feng Nai, the boss of No. 1 Middle School who was looked down upon by everyone!

Although I am separated by the Internet, I really don’t know what the person on the other side looks like.

But he never expected that there would be such a magical operation.

Playing with small children?

Feng Nai was indeed black when he was cut open, and he was not a kind person as he imagined!

Mo Nan was just about to type something more.

Then I heard that magnetic and lazy voice coming from the earphones again: "Fuck? When did Miss Yun Shen use such rough words?"

Just this sentence.

Mo Bei heard the suspicion, and instead of playing the game anymore, she took off her headphones, told her brother to log off, and walked out of the room and walked to the next door.

There was a knock on the door, causing Feng Nai to turn his head. After taking a look, he opened the door with his upper body naked.

Mo Bei didn't expect him to open the door like this. His slender fingers paused for a moment, his eyes moved, and then fell on the handsome and careless face: "Let's talk?"

"Okay." What is supposed to come will always come, but the vest has been disassembled, and Feng Nai doesn't think he can't handle it.

However, Mo Bei didn't just come to see him.

The most important thing is to conceal her brother's identity.

After all, I just said the word "fuck".

If this continues, no matter what Feng Nai asks, her brother will reveal the truth.

The method of coming to the door can divert most of the transfer power of a certain great god.

Mo Bei's idea is right.

Because what is running in Feng Nai's head now is the person in front of him.

Mo Bei said straight to the point with a very light voice: "Have you always been playing with Xiao Nailin's account?"

"This is the fastest way to get to know the team's new assistant." Feng Nai did not deny it. He just stood there erect and had no intention of putting on a shirt. He could still see his well-defined abdominal muscles.

After Mo Bei avoided this sight point, Qing Juan stood there with a side face, as if thinking.

After Feng Nai saw someone's reaction, he suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and moved closer to him: "What? You can play the female role, but I can't pretend to be a child?"

The low magnetism ringing beside her, with the breath of mint candy, hit her left ear.

Mo Bei pointed his finger, stretched out his hand, and pressed the man's shoulder against the door frame.

Such a gesture cannot be called friendly no matter how you look at it.

But it just so happened that these two people were slender and good-looking.

A bit of ambiguity arose for no reason.

Feng Nai seemed to raise an eyebrow.

He heard the man's cold voice ringing in his ears, without any emotion: "Brother, why are you ignoring me? I sent you a message, but you didn't reply. Do you not like little breasts?" I'm here, crying."

"Little brother, I really miss you. Today is Friday. Mom said I can stay up late, and I finally came up to play a game. Are you going to drive me away just like that? Woohoo~"

"I'm so stupid, I have to have my little brother to protect me before I can fight..."

After reading this, Mo Bei stopped.

It was because Feng Nai raised his hand and put his palm on her lips

Mo Bei's eyelashes were very long, his face was straight and his brows were raised.

Feng Nai curled his lips and smiled slowly, his forehead hurt a little: "If these are not important, will the assistant brother remember them too clearly?"

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

One (I’ll go to bed first and make up for it at six in the morning)

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