The eSports King’s Crush

After Mo Bei heard the voice, he took off his gloves, freed his hands, and replied with the word "in".

Feng Nai was sitting next to his brother, and he could see the news with a glance.

Nailin was unprepared, and was still talking happily: "Little brother, I'm in the restaurant, waiting for the food to be served. What are you doing?"

Mo Bei first took a photo, followed by three words: "Make a cake."

"Wow!" Nailin's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help straightening her body: "Cake? Is it for me?"

Mo Bei hummed.

Xiao Nailin couldn't sit still at all, and pulled his brother to show off: "Look at my little brother, he is making a cake for me."

Feng Nai's gaze fell on that photo, wondering if it was because of the black oven next to it, the hand holding the milk looked extraordinarily fair, even the wrist was a little thin.

It can be seen that the other party is wearing an apron, which is the kind of apron that must be used at home.

This little brother who is near Keng Keng really doesn't fit the temperament that a second middle school student should have.

Thinking of this, a slender figure standing on the wall suddenly appeared in Feng Nai's mind.

To say that it does not conform to the temperament that a second middle school student should have.

The one named Mo Nan seems to be doing the same thing recently.

However, the latter is really not likable, Feng Nai turned his head, touched the reddish palm with his fingertips, his deep eyes became cold again, and said casually: "Lin Keng Keng, your little brother doesn't show his face in this picture , what? Is it ugly?"

"My little brother is not ugly! He is very handsome. If he also broadcasts the live broadcast, there will be nothing wrong with you." Xiao Nailin snorted: "Brother, you are just jealous of my little brother's versatility. no the same."

Feng Nai smiled, still undisciplined: "You're right, I'm not the same as your little brother at all. After all, your brother doesn't need to be multi-talented, he can earn a living just by his looks."

Nailin: ...

He no longer wanted to complain about his brother's shamelessness, and continued to send messages to his little brother with his head down.

Feng Nai was thinking about how many handsome people there are in No. 2 Middle School.

Get clues anyway.

Feng Nai had never associated this "little brother" who could make cakes with Mo Nan.

Not to mention Mo Bei's side.

After all, Nailin is too cute.

According to general speculation, no one would put such a child in the same picture as that famous high-cold e-sports master.

In addition, Mo Bei was different from Feng Nai in that she never checked other people's circle of friends.

"Hello." Feng Nai glanced at his younger brother who was obsessed with sending messages, and flicked his phone: "Eat."

Xiao Nailin puffed up her face: "Agreed to let me play with my mobile phone today."

"It's up to my mood to agree on this kind of thing, don't you know?" Feng Nai moved his hand and put the shrimp dumpling on his brother's plate.

Nailin ate indignantly, took one bite, another bite, and forgot about his brother's shameless incident.

Feng Nai noticed that the phone was vibrating, and his eyes shifted. There was only one message displayed on it: "See you on Saturday."

Saturday?

He should be fine.

The club has a few days off.

Saturday is still in the holiday range.

Just don't need to set the information.

Just go and have a look.

Feng Nai pointed his fingers sideways. Professional e-sports players naturally moved quickly, and said, "Okay, little brother", and sent it in two or three strokes.

Nailin, who was still struggling with delicious food, didn't notice his brother's action...