The eSports King’s Crush

As an anchor, especially a big anchor, if you criticize fans like this, you will definitely be hacked.

Didieri has always been a leader in paying attention to image.

He is different from Neptune, who is the kind of steely straight man.

Didieri has always been known as the noble son of the live broadcast room.

Personable.

Even if he bumps into his arch-rival, his emotions won't change too much.

But today, he actually said the word "Go" to those watching the live broadcast.

Neptune over there was a little surprised.

But I was only surprised for a moment.

After all, they are roommates.

He still understands his character.

Normally he is extremely hypocritical, but when he needs to be more passionate, he is very manly.

Just like now.

Bey is a name he has spoken since his freshman year in high school.

Three years have passed.

It was about this time last year.

Bey suddenly returns and disappears on the same day.

the way to disappear,

It's a torrent of abuse.

He looked at this man, sitting in front of the computer, and deleted some things completely.

I watched a video over and over again a dozen times.

Finally, he looked out the window.

After a long time, he made a sound.

"I believe her."

"She won't just disappear."

"One day, she will come back."

"I also believe that there is someone besides me here waiting for her."

"It's not because she has any halo, just because she is bey."

As for other things, Neptune doesn't want to see those things that go around in circles.

The only thing is, everyone is asking Bey to retire when the fighting happened back then and now.

No step is easy.

She dared to come and play this copy.

It means that she has never been afraid of anyone recognizing her at such a time.

The scimitar is horizontal and the back is straight.

People said that her hand was injured and she was not fit to appear again.

The injured hand can still inflict such damage, can turn things around without changing his expression, and can continue to fight.

Neptune couldn't imagine how powerful a person could be to digest the darkness that shrouded his body, and then reappear in front of people with hands full of blood and as cold as snow.

He just knows.

Such bey.

It's worth waiting for that dichlorvos guy, and it's even more worth the word "Roll".

The live broadcast room exploded.

It's nothing more than scolding.

Didieri didn't care: "Don't affect us. The garbage will go to the garbage dump. Wearing a plastic bag to seek justice. How cool? Yes, I have no quality. Don't associate me with Bey fans. We are talented people." It’s Bey fans who believe in Dimeng, so don’t put me in that category. I just don’t like it, dad, and I want to scold you.”

In the game, Mo Bei stopped because she noticed Didieri and Neptune's pause.

"There will be a second wave."

As she spoke, she took out her phone, searched for Didieri's name, and glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room.

Without thinking about it, he understood what was going on. He walked over and helped Didieri check his position: "These will not affect me. Just continue to brush the book and pay attention to your blood volume."

Didieri and Neptune looked over at the same time.

she knows?

Mo Bei's eyes were light: "I hear these words over and over again, but there is nothing new and they are quite boring."

Didieri opened his mouth.

This time, Feng Nai didn't move, he just stood there, like a young master from an ancient aristocratic family, even Haoyueqingfeng was not as good as such a person.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that there is thick fog in his eyes.

Not to Didi Rui, but to what was on the phone screen.

Bored?

really.

But even if it's boring, I don't want to see it.

Didieri seemed like he couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice: "Do you still like it?"

Mo Bei looked back: "What?"

"Do you still like playing games?"

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