The eSports King’s Crush

It's a day away from Saturday.

And on the weekend, Mo Bei will report to the new team.

There must be many instructions from Wang Dongdong.

At the beginning, Mo Nan didn't sign a sale contract with the club.

There are advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that if he leaves, he doesn't have to pay a breach of contract fee, he only needs to leave the game id.

The downside is that like now, after playing e-sports for two years, it’s not that it hasn’t been popular. Even the current club’s success is half of the credit because of Mo Nan. In the earliest days, he was really good at technology , but the club also has the reality of the club. Since you are not ours, you can't get it in terms of resources.

This is acceptable.

What Mo Bei couldn't accept was that she saw her brother's itinerary for the past two years from Wang Dongdong.

After the game, there is not even a day's rest time, so the live broadcast should be started immediately.

And the club also gave her brother a task. If the income of the live broadcast room did not meet the standard today, he would be asked to accept advertisements for peripheral products to make up for it.

In front of her brother, she said miserably that the club did not have enough funds and needed this to operate.

Is her brother stupid?

It is indeed a bit sweet.

But Mo Bei understands that it is impossible for her brother to know everything, and he can endure this because he likes to play e-sports, and because he doesn't want to see any teams disband again.

So gradually.

These trivial matters polished all the talent in her brother.

So that it didn't catch fire later.

The club wanted to get rid of the blame, so they united with the people below to play such a trick.

Mo Beiyue looked at the paper in his hand, the colder his eyes became.

Sitting next to him, Wang Dongdong felt a little uneasy: "God, what's wrong?" Is there something wrong? Why does my back feel cold.

Mo Bei tilted his head, noble and impressive, but there was no warmth in his eyes, which made people unable to see his emotions: "The place where Hei Yan and I were before was the Friendship Team?"

"There is a friendly team, something like that." Wang Dongdong smiled and said: "God, don't you understand the truth of this? Any team that can catch up with Heiyan can be popular. Of course the club will promote it like this, after all There is such a small relationship, but if you want to talk about the Friendship Team, it is really a bit ridiculous. It is estimated that the people on Heiyan's side, except you, don't know who is who on our side. As for why they treat you Impression..." Wang Dongdong paused when he said this, covered his face and said, "You know it in your heart."

Mo Bei snorted, and said in a slow tone, "It seems that it should be a very bad memory for you."

"Very bad." Wang Dongdong said with a serious face, "God, Brother Nan, I'm really afraid that when you go to report on weekends, you will be beaten out by people from Hei Yan."

Mo Bei didn't tell Wang Dongdong that she had already had two fights with a certain captain, and there was no need to meet for another fight. Her slender fingers slowly folded the cardboard box, and her expression was calm and indifferent: "No hands are allowed within the team. It is the rule of Black Flame."

When Wang Dongdong heard it, yes, you can't do anything in the collective apartment.

Then he, Brother Nan, can still get in.

But there is one thing that Wang Dongdong has always wanted to ask.

"Brother Nan, what position are you playing in? Hei Yan has God K, so it's impossible for someone else to play as an assassin."

Mo Bei pressed his finger, watched the cake outer box take shape with light eyes, and gave him two words indifferently: "Assist."