The eSports King’s Crush

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The female host was a little confused.

The director's reaction was the fastest. Seeing the soaring number of topics, he quickly raised a sign: "Let him mention it!"

People in this line of work can write very quickly.

The female host immediately replied: "Okay, if you have any opinions, Feng... this listener can tell them."

"I hope your program will receive calls for help again in the future, especially how to make your boyfriend happy." Feng Nai said this and paused: "Please give me some specific reference advice from your program."

"Specific reference opinions?" The female host was confused. They were an emotional show. How specific should the specific opinions be?

Feng Nai's voice was light: "For example, don't just send three messages and then stop sending them. If you really care about them, keep sending them."

At this time, the army of K fans who had just watched the live broadcast from the base just arrived at the show and heard this sentence from their K god.

I really don’t know what expression to use to express my heart.

"Uh..." The female host's adaptability is still very strong: "Everyone has heard what this listener said. From now on, you should send at least four messages to your boyfriend."

In the internal control room, someone popped up: "Tell me quietly, why do I always feel like my boyfriend has to send more than four messages to coax me when I'm unhappy? Is it the other way around now?"

"Hang your face, the old fan said that he wants to take away his master, don't let him talk."

"No,

If you can't stop him, is it too late to become a Bey fan? "

"I think Bey fans will dislike us. This god I am a fan of is too cheating on his support brother."

"Don't dislike it, welcome, welcome, we are all one family."

Feng Nai couldn't see the comments in the internal control room, but even if he saw it, it wouldn't affect what he wanted to say next: "For example, any text message is not as effective as meeting in person. Standing face to face When you are together, hug or kiss each other to make people feel at ease.”

The female host was stunned: "This...this seems to be a way to coax girls, right?"

"I feel sorry for Little Goose."

"Xiao Goose probably doesn't know yet, but when the assistant brother is here, I'm such a good person that I don't even use my hands and rely on feeding."

"I, God K, am the best White Lotus heroine. No one should compete with him! Any suggestions? It is clear that I want God Bey to go to him now, and then... hum!"

After the female host watched it, the program was delayed for one second because she didn't know how to answer the question.

Feng Nai was very calm and calm: "Since men and women are equal, we should naturally think of a way."

"...I want it if I vomit blood!"

"Can gender equality still be used like this?!"

"Failed, defeated, in terms of eloquence, I, God K, will definitely not lose."

The female host coughed heavily: "We will learn from experience. The opinions raised by this audience have indeed been mentioned by no one before..."

After all, who is a woman who coaxes a man?

At most, I miss the past.

No man would call the hotline like Mr. Feng.

What a career challenge!

"Did you hear that?" Just when it was about to end, Feng Nai said again casually, even the tone was a little low.

The female host smiled and said: "Don't worry, all the audience friends have heard it, and the messages in the internal control room are also very popular. We will take the suggestions put forward to make up for ourselves."

When Feng Nai heard this, his eyes flickered: "She's not here?"

"Her?" The female host didn't react for a moment.

Feng Nai frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "It's in vain."

"Huh?" The female host wanted to regain control of the field: "What do you mean, Mr. Feng?"

Feng Nai didn't speak, only raised his eyes, with one hand still in his trouser pocket. You can imagine the flow of people in the square now.

He called over.

But she is no longer there.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes, as if he was smiling, but the smile was completely different from the one just now. There was no warmth in it. Even when the smile gradually disappeared, the night wind blew and the broken hair fell, covering his eyes for a moment. , some unspeakable loneliness.

The radio station didn't know the situation: "Hello? Mr. Feng? Hello?"

"Didi didi..."

It was the sound of the phone hanging up.

The director smacked his head in frustration.

But he was content, this time, everything was enough!

Both the number of listens and the number of discussions have broken the previous records of the radio station!

Of course, voice travel has always been fast.

It's just that after Mo Bei finished doing these things, he turned off the radio and stopped listening.

It was because her right hand was injured and she needed medicine and recovery on time.

Rehabilitation activities are different from others, Minesweeper plays small programs.

When she was doing the fifth set, her eyebrows twisted.

The program was wrong because she moved the mouse erratically.

Mo Bei looked sideways and reached out to hold his wrist. Looking at his face alone, he couldn't see any change in emotion.

No one will know.

Bey's reaction was too slow...

All of this was well hidden by her.

Just like Yun Shen said before.

Mo Nan could still detect when he was hiding something.

Bei was different. What she didn't want to tell would always be revealed.

If it is not such a character.

It is impossible for Mo Bei to complete this overseas mission.

When it comes to hiding, she is more meticulous than anyone else.

So much so that even Fei Ying, who came to Quancheng with her, didn't know that her right hand had not fully recovered.

You can do other things normally.

But electronic competition itself is an event that requires wrists and stretched muscles. The more detailed the movements, the more control the wrists require.

To a certain extent, this is a chronic injury to Mo Bei's hand.

But we have come this far.

She can no longer wait for the next three years.

Not just promised him.

Even my brother came back and joined the team.

She wanted to keep fighting.

Not next year.

Not next time either.

That's this year.

She's going to win that championship!

The night gets darker bit by bit.

The only place that is not affected by time is probably the square.

Instead of dispersing, the crowd grew in number.

Feng Nai, who was surrounded by everyone, buttoned up his mask and his eyes were light.

There were already people over there that he had found in advance, and they would all come over to evacuate the crowd as soon as their young master gave the order.

Unexpectedly, the young master gave them a look that stayed in place at this moment.

why is that?

Just when they were wondering.

The young master's call came.

The voice was lazy and careless, buzzing through the mask: "Just take a photo of me like this, send it to Hongying, and then ask him to show it to someone."

The bodyguards in black knew who someone was referring to.

The shadows were not here at this time, and it was the young master who sent them to protect Miss Bei.

However, they really don't understand why the young master would do this...

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