The eSports King’s Crush

Om, the latest chapter of the e-sports master secretly loves me!

People have never seen Bey talking to a girl like this.

After all, whether she is wearing men's or women's clothes, she is cold and emotionless. She has always been a gentleman and polite, which is why she is called "the school sweetheart" by so many people.

This time, the people taking the camera over there didn't dare to look too much, but it didn't prevent them from listening.

After the female host heard the words "whole company", she felt a little panicked, pulled the thread, and ran away in despair.

Mo Bei didn't look at her again, but raised his eyes and looked at the figure standing over there: "You have trouble with your hands?"

Feng Nai raised an eyebrow, not out of inconvenience, but out of admiration. The way she protected him was so ruthless that it could make people wake up.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Bei simply reached out and took the corn cup over again, then opened the plastic cover and handed it back to his hand: "Eat first."

The cameraman stayed behind to replenish the footage. He really didn't expect that he would just eat a corn cup without even thinking...his hands were the same.

After what happened just now, he didn't say anything, and just ended it by taking a video of the two people getting along like this.

When I posted it, I thought about it and added a line of words.

On your way forward, are there still people like them who will stand by your side, whether you win or lose?

A lot of things, when you do it to the extreme.

There will be a lot of doubts, but something can always be awakened.

For example, those touching moments in the past.

After the photographer finished posting this, he took a long breath, then raised his eyes, looked at the snow outside, and smiled.

This time, they have the best chance of winning the championship.

Reduce other arguments and use reason to solve the problem.

With professional people here, if Bey's hands are really not suitable for playing international games in Milan, then for them, it will only be a regret that cannot be made up for, instead of gossiping and exploring like now. mentality, to gloat over misfortune.

Mo Bei didn't take this to heart.

Come this far,

I've long been used to it.

What concerned her was the person in front of her.

Maybe others didn't notice.

But she was the one who walked back on the Cangqiong Snow Mountain.

There is blood in those daily training sessions.

There was no way she couldn't recognize his scent.

So she avoided the hand he didn't want to show.

She wouldn't see what he didn't want her to see.

but……

Mo Bei walked towards him, his eyes light: "Feng Nai."

She rarely calls her by her full name.

The corn cup that Young Master Feng had just been fed attracted all the attention.

After hearing the full name at this time, he raised his eyebrows slightly, with a handsome and noble face, still looking like he didn't take anyone seriously. He just took a bite of corn and held a spoon in his hand. That’s all.

Originally, he still had a gentle smile in front of others, after all, it would look harmless.

Someone likes to see him clean.

But this harmless feeling was broken by Mo Bei's next words.

"Let's kiss."

Feng Nai's slender fingers stopped, and his eyes didn't even have time to change.

The man had already grabbed his arm, and then came over, with a cool breath, but soft and sweet: "Celebrate the win."

When Mo Bei performed this kind of action, he was neat and handsome, as if it was natural.

This made the people who pushed the door in over there... all looked at each other a little bit.

Just touch and leave.

That face is still clear.

Feng Nai looked down at her. After his anger subsided, he suddenly lowered his head and put it on her shoulder: "Did I look good just now?"

"Yeah." Mo Bei raised his left hand and placed it on his back.

Feng Nai was obviously dissatisfied with this reaction: "You used the word cute when you praised Yun Shen, but when it comes to me, it's just the word "um"?"

"Very handsome." Mo Bei was still straight: "He just didn't get five kills."

Feng Nai didn't get up, like a lazy cat: "What a pity, the fight is not as good as our Bey God."

"Next time, five kills." Mo Bei looked sideways at the man's messy black hair and smoothed it for him: "Very beautiful Zuo Zhiyu."

Feng Nai felt the warmth on her hand, and clasped her fingers tighter, hugging her, inhaling the scent of lemon ice and snow: "Have you ever been unable to distinguish between reality and illusion?"

"Yes." Mo Bei raised his eyes, but those who met his eyes were those who came in.

The meaning expressed in her eyes was very clear.

That means please go out first.

Thanks.

Mo Bei felt really cold, and there was no warmth in his eyes.

Being on the snow-capped mountains all year round deepens the aura.

If you really look into those eyes, you will feel chills running down your back.

But again, she was polite.

The three people looked at each other and then backed away. The assistant who was standing here before also walked to the door and closed the door when they went out.

Feng Nai knew that these noises were all because of the person in his arms, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "There are times when you can't tell the difference?"

"Yes." Mo Bei's voice sounded calm and ordinary: "When I win, I will think that the Imperial Alliance is still there and my brother has not retired. When I hear those people talking, I will wake up. It turns out... ..." At this point, Mo Bei paused: "Actually, I haven't won yet."

Feng Nai stopped, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little distracted: "I will also wake up."

"No need." Mo Bei said, holding his wrist with his side hand: "Whatever you want to do, just do it. Whatever illusion you see and can't get rid of, you can do it."

Feng Nai laughed, stood up straight, and let her hold him: "What can I do?"

"Anything is fine." Mo Bei met his eyes: "If it's too painful to distinguish, don't distinguish."

He and she both knew each other well.

What is the situation like?

The smile on his face disappeared, and after no longer having to pretend, it was that kind of indescribable indifference.

There was still an image in her mind of her moving slowly and unable to keep up with her hand speed.

Feng Nai has always liked to conquer, but such people no longer have the pleasure of conquering for him.

The voices in his head never stopped, and he suppressed them one by one.

But the lingering sound is still there.

"She can't beat you now. She's so boring. What's the difference between her and other people?"

"Don't you see it yourself, those words also have their truth. Such a person playing in an international competition with your team is nothing more than a burden."

"What's more, you have already mastered the magical skills that she defeated you back then. For you and me, what challenge does she still have, with such slow hand speed?

"If you don't want to say it, I can help you open it. We should find someone more interesting to come..."

Feng Nai suddenly shook hands and his eyes dimmed. It's like having a conversation with the voice in your head.

"What should I do? You don't need to remind me."

"How long do you think you can perform? These ideas I mentioned are all yours..." (E-sports master secretly loves me..151151065)--(E-sports master secretly loves me)