The eSports King’s Crush

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The past is too important, so I don't even want to forget it.

But if you are stuck in the past and carry it for too long, you will stop moving forward.

Even though the little face paralysis is full of people on the screen, she is subconsciously avoiding the Imperial Alliance.

That group of people is gone. To others, it's just a change of gods, but to her, it's the disappearance of the people who left together.

Mo Bei stood upright, and his eyes didn't even change.

No matter how reluctant they are to admit it, that group of people will no longer play games with her, and no one will hide behind the computer and tell her: "To make friends, you have to be close to each other, otherwise you won't have the aura of an attacker."

"Don't teach my apprentice bad things."

"What do you mean by teaching bad things? I'm not saying that, Little Spade, if you have the ability, don't hide with us, and see if the captain will increase the penalty when he sees you."

"What do you know? The deeper the love, the more severe the punishment. I was punished for frog jumping. When dad gets serious, even he is afraid of himself."

"Blow, blow again!"

"The captain will definitely not say that after punishing me, I kissed him. Hush, cover our Beibei..."

These, she can't forget, and she won't let go.

But on the court, the only thing she has to do is to keep going, even if there is only one person, she has to keep going, to win and prove that the era of that group of people has not ended yet.

She is there, and the Imperial Alliance is there!

No one can understand the surging waves in Mo Bei's eyes.

The girls standing there just feel uncomfortable being looked at by her, especially what she said.

"It's the Dimeng? I laughed. Who gave you the face? Did our fans admit it? See who supports it? Don't you understand it yourself?"

This sentence made Mo Nan clench his fists. These people would not understand. The little face-paralysis was the person who was most reluctant to leave the Dimeng. Who could have imagined that these two words would become a knife now, stabbing her with one knife after another without even dignity.

Mo Bei noticed her brother's emotions, held his arm, and shook his head slightly.

Mo Nan glanced sideways, and the broken hair fell down, covering his eyes.

"Because I said the truth, you don't even dare to speak? Didn't you just shout that you are the Dimeng? There are thousands of Dimeng fans, and there won't be one support, because it's too fake, fake to make people..."

Before the girl finished sneering.

A sudden childish voice sounded from behind the crowd.

"Who said that sister Bey has no supporters?"

It was Little Devil Bo. His dressing style today was obviously different from usual. He used to wear a small suit, white shirt or British overalls. This time he was dressed very punk, with a small bun like Mo Nan, a small keyboard on his back, and a shiny thing on his precious little face, which was purple glitter, a heart under his tear mole, followed by the word Bey.

Compared with him, Xiao Nai Lin's support was more fancy, with a small fan, a fluorescent stick, and a T-shirt with Mo Bei's photo printed on it. Even the pendant hanging on his schoolbag was in the shape of the word Bei.

Of course, this was not the highlight.

The highlight was the row of Qin family members following behind the two little ones. Each of them was a real man of 1.8 meters. Because of years of training and tracking, their momentum was always stronger than that of ordinary people. At this time, each of them wore a support card on their heads, and the small wings were still flashing... It was really a support picture that people could not forget after seeing it...

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