The eSports King’s Crush

om, the latest chapter of the e-sports god's secret crush on me!

Huan Leng didn't say anything and handed him the latte in his hand.

Mo Nan chuckled: "You are still quite brotherly."

"What nonsense." Huan Leng put one hand in his coat pocket, and his eyelashes were stained with snowflakes. After a while, he turned the disposable coffee cup and spoke again: "If possible, I hope the person who has the operation is you."

Mo Nan looked at him, with golden yellow at the end of his hair: "I know."

After speaking, he raised the coffee cup: "Go one, use water instead of wine, people like you who don't have a sister won't understand."

"Three times." Huan Leng's voice was slow: "You gave in three times."

Mo Nan paused, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he was so ruffian that people wanted to beat him: "To my sister, it's never giving in, it's giving. What's more, that was originally our dream together, what's there to give in or not."

Huan Leng looked at his side face while drinking, and his heart was extremely annoyed.

He knew very well that after this time, this person would never be able to play in the game again.

Huan Leng didn't know how to describe what kind of mood it was.

Sometimes, he would always think of the time when he was in the youth training camp, when this person sat next to him, his fingers moving up and down so fast that it was dazzling, just like his smile, which inexplicably made people unable to help but look at him twice.

Such a person is very suitable to be a teammate.

That was Huan Leng's most intuitive feeling.

He didn't even want to think that one day this person would not be able to play the game.

"You said Feng Wuzhi, he wouldn't really replace my sister, right?"

When Mo Nan said this, his eyes were full of deep meaning.

Huan Leng looked at him: "Considering the lineup..."

"I don't want to hear this." For the first time, Mo Nan's voice lost its warmth: "I just want to know, who will care about my sister."

Compared to honor.

How will they choose.

She is no longer that bey god.

This is the only thing that makes Mo Nan's throat sore.

But it doesn't matter, as long as these people can give her a chance.

Just give it once.

He can make her come back again.

Little face paralysis, wait for your brother, it will be soon.

In the lounge, Mo Bei was drinking water with her left hand. She rarely lived like this, without making a decision, just saying one word "good".

Because it was too clear.

Hei Yan came here, and he couldn't lose.

Now she was just a burden on the court.

The had seen all her weaknesses, and the other teammate was not easy to deal with.

Mo Bei thought of this, and her fingers holding the mineral water tightened.

But nothing could be seen on her face.

She had foreseen such a result.

Between winning and losing, of course she had to choose to win.

She also knew that she was no longer the Bey in his mind.

But it was still a little difficult to accept.

Mo Bei raised her hand and took another sip of water.

Then, she walked to the innermost part of the lounge, wanting to get her coat.

"Where are you going?" It was Feng Nai, who had never seen her.

Mo Bei met his eyes.

Some confused thoughts did make Feng Nai's reaction different from his usual self.

No one knew that after he left the game, he went to the bathroom and drew a mark on his waist.

His face was pale, but this is the only way to tell what the reality is.

"What else is good?" Feng Nai walked over, his eyes light: "I changed people, I can't find the rhythm."

The fat manager opened his mouth.

Feng Nai didn't give him a chance to speak, he just looked at Cat, Cat and Bear and the others: "Five minutes left, let's go." (The e-sports god has a crush on me..151151065)--( The e-sports god has a crush on me)