The eSports King’s Crush

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

"Damn it! Brother, he's so handsome!"

"What brother, that voice, is it a girl?"

"The jungler is a woman? Don't be ridiculous, I'm advancing to the tournament."

"You have said this many times in the promotion competition!"

"Is the jungler really a woman?"

"The mic just turned on, didn't you hear?"

"I just focused on going on the road, let me go, woman? So powerful!"

"I also taught that man how to play games."

"So what's going on with the support?"

"Men, come here to let your girlfriend take you flying, damn! I'm so envious! I want to win by lying down too!"

The mage and top laner are both very interesting.

Only shooters.

"I didn't even know how to catch anyone in the beginning, but now I'm here. Why are you envious? Just don't overturn the car."

Anyway, he was very dissatisfied.

It's understandable, after all, I don't like meeting couples in ranked games.

Don't bring girls with you if you want food, this is the truth.

Mo Bei also had the same mentality.

Now that my hand speed can't keep up, I can only use prediction and perspective points to calculate the opponent's position.

"Wild area, four o'clock direction."

Four o'clock?

Some teammates didn't understand this sentence.

But Feng Nai understood that by moving the mouse slightly, the first skill was used to explore the grass, and the second skill was following up. There was no damage, but it had a certain effect of retaining people.

This time, it wasn't Mo Bei who directed it.

Plus his hands...

When Mo Bei swept in,

He turned his eyes slightly, then returned to where he was after stopping the person for a second.

Then there was a pause.

"You can."

Not a question.

Feng Nai said nonchalantly: "Why don't you just throw away a skill? There's nothing you can't do."

Mo Bei looked at his wrist.

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows: 'What? ’

"It's nothing." Mo Bei said in a calm voice, "We can play two against four."

Feng Nai didn't refuse. Anyway, for him, it was just a matter of waving the mouse.

What he observes is not these, but what others don't notice, such as someone's operation and skill cooling, as well as some traces.

The shooter is still impatient. He always feels that no one is coming to help him in the bottom lane.

Just listen to the sound!

At the same time as the jungle sound effects sounded.

It was Mo Bei who took Feng Nai into the dragon pit.

The other party is opening the dragon, thinking that everything is safe.

No one expected that this white shadow would suddenly appear!

"The assassin from the other side is coming!"

"Baolong, hurry up!"

Baolong?

Can you keep it?

Longkeng has always been Mo Bei's home field.

It's a pity that Tianxiu's hand speed is too slow and he can't kill four people in one wave.

But as soon as he entered and exited, he grabbed the dragon, and then withdrew his skills to avoid the opponent's auxiliary tank, and then moved in again.

Refresh the ultimate move and kill the opponent's two remaining health.

Four against two, two people died, the dragon was gone, and the opponent's mentality was shattered!

In the later stage, as soon as he saw the figure, he immediately flashed away.

Those two teammates are beautiful.

"I also want to meet such a couple."

"Young lady is really good at playing stable jungle. How about fifth row in the next game?"

Mo Bei hasn't spoken yet.

Feng Nai turned on the mic and said, "We have some personal matters that need to be dealt with, so we won't arrange any further arrangements."

Team news.

"..."

"Private matters? I'm so jealous again!"

Private matter?

Mo Bei turned to look at him.

Feng Nai couldn't see anything in his eyes, but he glanced at the id nickname of the bottom shooter and raised his eyes calmly: "I have no taste in my mouth. I want to eat some fruit."

Is this a private matter?

Mo Bei didn't forget that his fever had just subsided. This is true for people with colds. He let go of the mouse, stood up and said, "Wait for me for a while."

"Um."

Feng Nai responded while inviting a certain shooter into the PK room... (The e-sports master has a secret crush on me..151151065)--(The e-sports master has a secret crush on me)