The eSports King’s Crush

A basketball court.

From a distance, Feng Nai could see his brother's little head hanging down.

You can figure out what happened without guessing: "Your little brother likes your date?"

Nailin was not in a very high mood, but she did not forget to defend her little brother: "He suddenly has something to do."

Feng Nai shook his hand, his eyes were still a little cold, but when he bent down, his breath changed, his slender fingers bent slightly, and tapped on Nailin's head: "Okay, you Asking your little brother here is in itself embarrassing the other party, he can't come normally."

"Why?" Nailin didn't understand.

Feng Nai casually talked about the long-standing grievances between No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School, but didn't mention that he was one of the leaders.

Nailin is clever, holding his brother's long legs with one hand, and her own little cake with the other, feeling a little annoyed: "Brother, you should have told me this earlier, so that I won't invite my little brother to come over for a visit." If he wins, we can go to No. 2 Middle School to find him, anyway, it's so close!"

Feng Nai snorted, and said slowly: "This is really a good idea, student Lin Keng Keng, do you think it's safe for me to go to No. 2 Middle School?"

"Aren't you good at fighting?" Xiao Nailin blinked her big eyes, wearing a small mask: "Oh, I understand, brother, you are afraid that the other side will block you."

Feng Nai tilted his head, looked down at a certain little one, lazily: "Professional players don't let fights, it's not because they're afraid, understand?"

"The wound on your face was not caused by a fight." Xiao Nailin lowered her head and wanted to take a bite of the candy his brother bought for him, but found that she was still wearing a mask, and murmured again: "It's so strange, Xiao Nailin My brother clearly promised me to come."

Feng Nai didn't listen to his brother's last sentence, after all, the sentence "The wound on your face was not caused by a fight" had already taken away all his hearing.

Not just the face.

Even the wound on the hand was done by the same person.

Feng Nai pressed the mint on the tip of his tongue, and the temperature in his eyes gradually cooled down...

Nailin's expression was different from before, because his little brother sent another message.

The phrase "Saturday, help you make up your birthday" made Nailin hug Feng Nai's lap and dance up and down for a long time, still shouting: "Go eat cake, go eat cake, eat my little brother's share too come out!"

Feng Nai also had many friends around him, but he had never seen his brother like anyone so much.

But kids are kids anyway.

It is not clear who the other party is.

Dare to come so close.

Feng Nai reached out and ruffled Nailin's hair, thinking about what that "little brother" would say later.

Since it is No. 2 Middle School.

If there is a name or a photo later.

It's not too hard to find out.

Speaking of this.

This little brother who is near the pit is really not in line with the trend of the times.

It’s okay if you don’t have a single selfie in Moments, and there are very few landscape photos.

After playing the game that day, Feng Nai had read the other party's information, not because of how good the other party's game skills were, but simply because he wanted to know what kind of person his brother was in contact with.

After all, Lin Keng Keng has just turned five years old.

As a result, after reading...

He is hungry.

That person's circle of friends is very single, and his sentence patterns are very indifferent, such as: "I made pork ribs in black bean sauce today."

Then, there is a picture, the freshly cooked meat is still fragrant, and the color is so clear that it is easy to move the index finger...