The eSports King’s Crush

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

Mo Bei turned his face sideways, holding the little devil Bo in one hand and hanging on one side with the other. The wind that came in whizzed past, and gradually became a little cold with the sound of cars and people.

Her black hair was blown into a mess, but it did not affect the beauty of her face at all.

Only the arc of the chin can be faintly seen.

Pale and with other indescribable things.

No one could see her expression clearly.

She seemed to have been thinking about it for a long time, but also seemed not to be thinking about anything at all.

Almost a minute passed.

Then she spoke.

Just asked one question.

"Did my brother give me the opportunity for surgery?"

The voice was so light that it could be blown away by the wind.

But people who know her well can tell that the aura inside is a bit unstable.

There are very few things in this world that make Mo Bei's breath unstable.

Even at the border of the snowy mountains that never melts all year round and feeling extremely uncomfortable, he is still trying to complete the assigned task in the shortest possible time.

At that time, her painful forehead would make her sweat, but she would never become unstable.

Just to get back to this place faster.

To get back to playing games with that group of guys.

Many times, this thought supported her deep in her heart, preventing her from showing any weakness.

Today, her voice was a little hoarse.

She said: "An'an, don't lie to me."

Feiying froze over there, knowing that Bey couldn't know about such a thing.

Based on her character, if she learned that only one of the two people could choose to have the surgery, she would not accept it.

What's more, that person is Mo Nan.

Fei Ying looked at Little Demon Bo. This was Z's son. He was definitely not bad at comforting people. At least he could say something. , allowing her to get through the test easily.

Little Devil Bo's hand was still in Mo Bei's palm. He raised his head, looking like a child, and his eyes were dark, but when he spoke, he sounded like a gentleman: "Yes."

Two words, no denial at all.

Flying Eagle, who was wearing a fur coat, really wanted to drag the child over and make him talk properly. If it wasn't a little devil, he would have threatened him long ago.

The appearance of Little Devil Bo left such a deep impression on him that he ordered takeout and was knocked unconscious and tied up behind his back.

Feiying didn't want to experience this kind of thing again.

But saying something casually is better than just saying "yes".

Mo Bei looked at him, his eyes getting deeper and deeper.

Little Demon Bo was quiet for more than ten seconds before speaking: "Sister Bei, do you want to give up? Give up the chance of surgery and let Brother Nan cure it."

There were too many emotions in Mo Bei's eyes.

Little Devil Bo seemed to be stating the facts: "Let him do it, so what, he has already retired."

"Sister Bei." Little Demon Bo said with a childish tone in his voice: "He cut off your retreat, blocking thousands of troops there just for a possibility. You should know better than anyone else."

Mo Bei's hands were clenched tightly, and his tight palms were filled with crescent moons.

"Can't you bear it?" Little Demon Bo slowly let go of her hand: "If so, I will use other methods to shut up those people."

Mo Bei looked away and pulled up his scarf: "Let's go to the organizing committee."

Just go to the organizing committee like this? Are you really not going to compete anymore?

Fei Ying looked uncomfortable and wanted to change some data.

Little Devil Bo tilted his head: "Are you staying here because you want to be captured by those people sent by my scumbag father?"

Fei Ying always acted according to his own preferences. He raised his head and looked at the figure.

At the subway entrance, the wind was blowing, and the man was silent all the way.

No one can really see Mo Bei's expression clearly.

Little does she know how difficult every step she took from here was.

When he was a child, he said, my sister is better than me, so let my sister do it.

When he grew up, he said, you know, my sister is a genius jungler, and you guys are all scum.

Later, he said, Xiaofa, please go forward and don't look back. Don't worry, your brother is here.

In order to keep her qualifications, he stood there with high spirits, smiling even when facing the camera.

He said: "I, Mo Nan, will officially retire from today and will never play a game again."

Mo Bei lowered his head and pulled up his scarf.

"He deserved everything he did to his hands."

"No matter what, it's 0 kills and 6 deaths."

"Forget about others, Mo Nan, why do you want to enter the finals?"

These sounds made her think of them as passing away.

impossible.

Never possible.

Mo Bei looked down at the building. Because of her arrival, some people who were coming to interview the organizing committee gathered around.

"Bey! It's bey!"

Someone ran over over there, holding a microphone in his hand.

"Bey, I can no longer keep up with my hand speed. What do you think of this matter?"

"Is your personal interest more important, or is team awareness more important?"

"Some people say that if you really love this industry, you would have retired a long time ago. After all, whoever is in the industry will get better. This is a competition outside, and winning is the most important thing. Have you ever considered this statement? What about giving up your position automatically?”

Every question was thrown at me abruptly.

Mo Bei raised his eyes. His eyes were red a moment ago, but now they were empty.

Then, she smiled, with an unprecedented look of wantonness on her face.

"why are you laughing?"

The man who was close was shocked by this smile.

Mo Bei walked closer and looked at the big screen projected by the organizing committee.

That was the scene when the Imperial League won the championship.

Before the great light, we must accept the embarrassment and difficulty before us, even the slander and calculation.

Even if you tell yourself this.

The strength of the hand can't help but increase, and even the sound has a sense of oppression.

"You never know what I rely on to support me to get here."

"Have you heard of Mo Nan's name?"

The people who interviewed her were a little confused. They asked her whether she would take the initiative to withdraw from the competition for the sake of the overall situation. What did Bey suddenly ask Monan?

"Bey God, please don't change the subject. I usually like to watch your videos, so I want to ask you on behalf of the fans. In this situation, should you take the initiative to retire? Fans think you are too tired. My hands are not suitable for fighting anymore, so let’s not talk about such trivial matters as who Mo Nan is.”

Mo Bei looked at her hand and relaxed her strength: "Little thing?"

"The most important thing now is the Milan competition. If you are here, it may affect the overall strength of the team. After all, your hand speed is already..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Bei interrupted: "Want to know?"

The man nodded.

Mo Bei's voice was still weak: "Did you just say that you were a fan?"

"Imperial Alliance fan." The man said with a serious face: "After all, you were once the heir of the Imperial Alliance."

Mo Bei took a step closer: "Is this the title given to you? Self-proclaimed, can you be considered a fan of the Imperial Alliance?"

The man had indeed never been in contact with those people before. After a sudden change in his face, he added: "Even if I am a spectator watching the game, you should be worthy of your original intention of playing the game, not to mention that it is related to our external record."

"My original intention to play the game..." Mo Bei stood up straight, holding his trouser pockets with his hands. At that moment, the wind blew, and under his messy hair, Qing Jun's ascetic handsome face, pale thin lips, spit out The words are full of black information: "People like you don't deserve to know."

The whole place was a bit explosive.

"What does she mean?"

"You still don't know what the situation is now?"

"I'm really convinced. How could someone be so crazy?"

"Before, she was selling some cool school girl character. I want to jointly boycott her."

The sound swept along with the shooting.

Mo Bei didn't glance sideways, she walked past the man and walked directly towards the revolving glass door.

Little Devil Bo followed her, and did not go in immediately, but stopped beside the person just now.

The man was so angry that he still stretched out his fingers, and did not forget to say to the colleague next to him: "This kind of person is not worthy of being a professional player at all. What professional player like her only thinks about his own interests!"

Little Demon Bo didn't hesitate and stepped on it, his face white and noble.

The man started to curse when he was in pain, but he lowered his head to face a child.

The little devil Bo moved his feet.

The man narrowed his eyes and said, "What kind of naughty kid you are. If your parents don't care, let me take care of you."

Before he could raise his hand to grab someone.

A dark shadow over there grasped his wrist, his eyes were so cold that they could freeze him.

Little Devil Bo didn't look at him, like a 19th century vampire prince of Eastern descent: "This man just used the Imperial Alliance. Calculate the price for him based on commercial charges. If he doesn't want to give it, just leave it to my scumbag dad." He said that he loved my mother and thought that she should be with him and not marry Qin Mo. "

The man: ...When did he say that! etc! Qin, Qin, Qin Mo? !

"Please, sir, the young master has re-registered the right to use the Imperial Alliance. You... need to pay."

We have come to this point. It is not as simple as paying. Mr. Qin cannot bear it when he hears such words. The young master really wants this person to die miserably.

It’s true that it should be treated, my mouth is so dry~

Being stuck here at this time, I just want a result. No one is looking forward to Mo Bei's good, that's for sure.

Topics, popularity, including the strongest team they want.

Feiying followed Mo Beizai all the way.

Sometimes he really wanted her to be like him, to be a hacker and live happily. There would be so many things.

Use Mo Nan's surgery opportunity in exchange for his own.

How could she accept it?

The elevator is going up.

Stop at the top.

Then someone came out to greet him: "Mo Beixiangnan? This way please, I'm Mr. Xu sent here to wait for you. The situation inside is a bit complicated."

As he said that, he looked behind Mo Bei and saw only a man in a fur coat. He didn't see the familiar figure. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Young Master Feng, you're not here?"

If Mr. Feng were here, the situation might be a little friendlier to Miss Mo.

Does Mr. Feng not come mean that he doesn't care about this matter and lets the organizing committee decide?

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