The eSports King’s Crush

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Today's night is probably the most difficult to endure.

Bo Jiu stood in the dark and couldn't see her expression clearly: "What does temporary peace mean?"

"The hand injury lasted too long, coupled with the bone fracture and misalignment, there may be a problem with the nerve line." Grandpa Butler is still wearing a retro suit with snow-white hair. He doesn't look like a doctor at all, but from a professional perspective, he Really top notch: "It requires at least three months of training."

Bo Jiu hung his fingers and paused: "It's impossible for Bei to agree to cultivate for so long. According to her character, she will compete in this Milan International Competition even if her hands are disabled."

"Young Master can only persuade her to come again next year." Grandpa Butler's voice also became a little lower.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes, his eyes bottomless: "Next year? For an e-sports player, there really aren't many next years. She has been waiting for three years and nine months."

"Young Master also knows that some things are just like this." Grandpa Butler put away his pocket watch: "Even the Imperial Alliance will fall when it reaches its most prestigious moment. There are too many things that are out of control, and nothing is perfect. She If you return to this state, you will inevitably be attacked maliciously..."

"Malicious attack?" Bo Jiu smiled lowly. When he opened his eyes again, he looked like a monster at night: "My apprentice has never cared about such things. Grandpa Butler, I still don't know much about Bei. She is so strong that she only needs to give With just one of her teammates, she can get the championship back, but the Imperial League disbanded too early and didn’t even give her a chance to play in the professional arena.”

Grandpa the housekeeper let out a long sigh: "Young Master, you clearly know that just because she comes from the Imperial Alliance, if she shows any unsatisfactory performance, it will be magnified. A young man must shoulder these responsibilities when he becomes famous."

"I know." Bo Jiu stood up straight, his smile not fading: "I also know that she can bear this."

The housekeeper’s grandpa really had nothing to do with his young master: “You won’t care about him anymore?”

"Of course I don't care,

It's one thing for my apprentice to shoulder the responsibility, but it's another thing for me to support my apprentice. When Bo Jiu said this, his eyes were dark: "She will know. We are all staying with her. Whether to fight or not, when she wakes up, the housekeeper will let her make her own decision." "

"good."

No one heard the conversation between the two except Little Devil Bo.

He stood there with a smile on his face.

That's why he felt that playing games was meaningless.

According to his mother's character, why didn't she just be a hacker at that time and go play games instead?

After all, he might have been deceived by his scumbag father.

Alas, he has to watch his mother from now on and not let her waste money on someone named Qin all the time.

After Little Demon Bo pressed the WeChat call sent to him by his scumbag father, he walked into the ward.

After looking at Mo Bei, he ran to twist a towel and put it on Mo Bei's forehead.

"Sister bey, be good."

After saying that, Little Devil Bo fell asleep leaning against Mo Bei's hand.

Someone has described the most noble young master of the Qin family as someone who has been doted on since he was born.

However, there is no trace of squeamishness about him, but he is dignified and polite, just like a young man from aristocratic family.

But there were tear moles at the corners of his eyes.

The appearance of righteousness has been broken, and the appearance of grace and evil has become more graceful and evil.

His young age and good temperament have attracted famous designers to use him as inspiration and tailor-made several sets of clothes for him. They will never be sold as merchandise and will only belong to Bo Little Devil.

Others, in the eyes of the designer, cannot wear his charm.

It is such a child who exists like a direct fairy. When he softens, he can purify people's hearts.

Mo Bei heard everything, but he didn't have the strength to move. He touched Little Devil Bo's face with his hand, and when he turned his eyes away, he had already made a decision.

She couldn't wait any longer.

She promised that man that she would give him a championship.

What's more, Milan is the place where the master once won the championship.

She wants to go...

Sometimes, if you are too attached to something, you will become fearless.

It was a week later that Mo Bei could really hold a spoon with his right hand.

I can’t use chopsticks flexibly yet, but I can already drink porridge and eat rice.

Dad Mo delivered pork rib soup for three days in a row.

Mo Nan teased from the side: "Dad, if you keep giving her away like this, I don't know how much fat my sister will gain."

"Shut up." Dad Mo turned around and said, "Every time something happens, you don't tell me. Mom and I are so anxious."

Mo Nan walked closer: "I'm not giving you and my mother a buffer. What's more, if you know about it, it will also be a burden for your little facial paralysis."

Dad Mo wanted to say something else.

Mo Bei said: "Yeah."

One word "um" and everything is forgotten.

Father Mo stayed next to the hospital bed for another half an hour before leaving.

He no longer works at his previous workplace and really plans to open a small restaurant again.

He hasn't told his daughter about this yet, but he has secretly prepared another surprise for her. Beibei likes cooking, so she should like it.

Mo Bei looked at Mo's father's leaving figure, and probably understood what he was thinking, and slightly closed his eyes.

"What are you thinking about, little face palsy." Mo Nan said, putting the water glass in Mo Bei's hand: "By the way, did Grandpa Butler tell you when you can touch the mouse?"

Mo Bei's hand holding the wooden spoon paused, and he lowered his eyes to take a sip of the soup. If she wanted to, no one around her would notice anything strange: "In another ten days or so."

"That's okay." Mo Nan picked up the Rubik's Cube next to him and fiddled with it twice: "Brother, let's go back together."

Mo Bei glanced sideways: "What?"

"I'll call Leng Na." Mo Nan smiled, full of ruthlessness: "Let's also learn to play the support position."

Mo Bei's eyes gradually changed: "Brother, it must be possible."

"So, get well soon." Mo Nan patted her head: "Otherwise, if there is no black inflammation, I will not show mercy, especially when fighting against that guy Feng Nai."

Mo Bei thought for a while and said nothing.

Mo Nan raised his eyebrows: "The best cabbage in my house has been taken away by him. Shouldn't I despise him?"

Mo Bei gave three words: "It shouldn't be."

Mo Nan: ...I really want to challenge that man named Feng now. What should I do?

"I'm very happy." Mo Bei lowered his head and ate his food: "Brother can play the game again."

Mo Nan paused, then stretched out his hand to pinch her face: "Please, is this what normal people look like when they are happy? A cold face?"

"It's not cool." Mo Bei frowned. In her mind, she was not a facial paralysis person.

Mo Nan always felt that her sister had always misunderstood her facial paralysis.

Just looking at her, leaning back: "I'm very happy too."

Something I promised when I was a kid.

Finally got a chance to do it...

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