The eSports King’s Crush

Caipi Novel

He originally planned to continue teasing him.

But when he saw the cold young man standing in front of him, he suddenly raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, with a calm voice: "Thank you, captain, for speaking for me."

Feng Nai paused obviously, and his light-colored eyes were a little dark, and his eyes fell on the hand on his right side. How could he laugh at this?

The reporter who was interviewing also saw this scene and whispered to the person next to him: "I didn't expect that God K and Mo Beixiangnan have such a good relationship."

Listening to the words behind him, Feng Nai could only take back his hand that he wanted to throw away.

Let someone hold his shoulder and walk forward.

This is just to prevent any internal disagreements from being made.

It's really annoying.

Feng Nai's face was still very handsome, with a careless look and a bit of lazy dignity.

When he reached the corner, Feng Nai stopped and glanced at someone's hand on his shoulder.

Mo Bei also followed his gaze and looked over, with no emotion on his face.

Feng Nai spoke slowly, "Assistant brother, you can just say thank you. What's going on with your shoulder?"

"This is how all men express themselves." Mo Bei said with an indifferent face, "Have you ever hugged a cat, cat, and panda before? You have the same emotion."

Feng Nai held his trouser pocket with one hand and raised his eyebrows: "You can't see any emotion on your face at all." What kind of expressions do men have? Is this little brother Linkengkeng imitating him?

Thinking of this, Feng Nai tilted his head and smiled: "Then why don't you hug my neck?"

"Not pretty." Mo Bei still said little.

When Feng Nai heard this, he simply stopped talking and took action directly, wrapping his arms around someone's neck with one hand, as if he was holding Mo Bei's whole body in his arms: "Is this beautiful?"

Mo Bei was caught off guard, his black hair was messed up, and his breath was a little mixed: "Yeah."

Feng Nai looked at the person he held around his neck. His porcelain-white skin was like milk. It felt very light and soft in his hands, completely different from that of a cat, cat, and bear.

Probably because that face was usually too cold, but now it was so close and under his control.

That's how it feels.

Feng Nai looked at the collarbone that was vaguely exposed due to the tug, and before his eyes darkened, he looked away, took his hands back, and put them into his trouser pocket again.

"Did you do it on purpose when you were playing games before?"

Mo Bei zipped up his uniform, but his voice was still calm: "What's the purpose?"

"Follow me,

You look like you want me to protect you. "Feng Nai's taunting skills came up again: "You still say you're not being cute? "

Mo Bei raised his eyes and remained calm: "I was just playing support at that time, and I wasn't very familiar with the pub game. I followed you to practice the mid-field linkage and see if the style of play is suitable."

"Really?" Feng Nai said casually, "Should I also explain how you went from being such a bad guy to becoming so strong?"

Mo Bei paused with his left hand under his uniform, and then said, "Practice more."

Feng Nai took a step forward: "Your consciousness, positioning, and calculation of the overall situation are also practiced?"

"No." Mo Bei's mood remained unchanged: "It has to do with the fact that I played the assassin position before, and I can predict the opponent's actions to some extent."

Mo Nan used to play the assassin position.

Feng Nai looked away: "Since I can play support, why didn't I try this style of play in my previous team?"

"The previous team..." At this point, Mo Bei paused and said, "They don't need me, no matter what position they play."