The eSports King’s Crush

After Didieri asked this question.

His hands kept clenching, as if he was afraid of hearing a certain answer.

To be honest, I have never been so nervous about confessing.

Although he has never confessed, but...but.

"like."

It was Mo Bei's voice.

She didn't keep Didieri waiting long.

I'm just not used to being asked questions like this.

After hearing these two words, Didieri didn't understand why, and his throat felt a little sore: "Really, you still like it?"

Mo Bei knew that he was asking himself this question seriously.

Turning sideways, his eyes lighted: "I don't just like it."

"What?" Didieri didn't understand.

Mo Bei looked at him: "It's love."

Didieri was shocked.

Even Neptune, who was not a Bey fan, couldn't help but raise his eyes and look towards that person.

She just seemed to be making a statement, her temperament was as pure and pure as before, and it seemed that it was easy to remind people of the past.

Neptune couldn't help it anymore: "We all thought that after so many things happened,..."

"Won't.

"Mo Bei said, shaking Feng Nai in his hand: "I still have teammates. "

Feng Nai, who was shaken, glanced sideways at someone and was too lazy to correct him: "Boyfriend."

Mo Bei thought this look was a bit cute, but there were other people around, so he couldn't be too intimate, so he just said "hmm".

Didieri was still looking at her: "I thought playing games would make me unhappy, because if I didn't play, I wouldn't be like this."

But Mo Bei had already retracted his eyes, and said in a calm tone: "If there were no heroes, I would not have met the master and the others. They have walked through every wilderness area here. For me, I am here." The memories I miss the most, so I won’t dislike it, this is the place I love the most.”

Didieri never thought that there would be such an answer.

Each of them is saying that they miss the Imperial Alliance.

There are constant online and offline activities.

How many people use the word "like" to gain the commanding heights.

The person I really miss...

Here she is.

She has always been here.

So, no matter what happens.

She will choose to come back.

Even though those people thought she was no longer good and forced her to retire, she still didn't leave.

How could I just like it.

Like itself is something that breaks at the touch of a touch.

There are so many people who designate her every move.

But no one thought about it.

The simplest thing is that she loves it.

When Didieri looked up again, he took off his headphones with one hand, letting his bangs cover his eyes.

The live broadcast room started to become unstable.

More and more people are starting to criticize Bey for being shameless and selfish, lowering the strength of the team and not knowing what to do if they quit.

They were all suppressed by Didieri's opening words: "Milan, come on! No one can win this championship except, right, bastard."

At this time, Neptune no longer cares about what someone calls him: "That's for sure, I will definitely crush the game! We will draw five straight men in the live broadcast room and fly to Milan together to see Bey, the scumbag!"

"What's going on with the anchor? Does she want to become a professional player by flattering her? She looks like that..."

Before any strange barrage flew up in the live broadcast room.

Didieri and Neptune were locked at the same time with one click.

"I told you to get out of here."

The two live broadcast rooms spoke in unison.

"Look at Grandpa Bey and set a new dungeon record for us."

"A group of garbage."

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