The eSports King’s Crush

Feng Nai paused when he heard the last movement of biting mints: "Written by Mo Nan?"

"That's not it." The assistant lifted the tablet up: "It's still posted on Weibo, it looks like it's intentional."

Feng Nai played with the phone, his index finger was slender and transparent, his eyes were deep and shallow, and his tone was a little casual: "It's not him."

"Huh??" The assistant never thought that his master would actually excuse that crooked guy who was stalking him? There is something wrong with the development of this plot!

Even under such gazes, Feng Nai still just supported his chin and pulled the zipper.

The assistant couldn't bear it anymore, and asked: "It's not him, who is it?" In fact, he wanted to ask his master, how do you know that it wasn't Mo Nan who wrote this Weibo? You were not like this before, my God.

Feng Nai didn't bother to mention Mo Nan in his impression.

It's cold.

He still has a place to get back from the opponent.

But this does not mean that he has no discernment.

Such a cold person, give him an off-site guidance, probably can't write such a flattering Weibo.

Who is behind it is self-evident.

The assistant waited for a long time, but did not wait for the answer from his master, so he simply said in a different way: "Then you and Mo Nan..."

"There is a grudge." Feng Nai ended all topics with two words.

He knew that the Great God didn't like that hype!

I have to say that the direction of the assistant's understanding is completely wrong!

The vendetta that Feng Nai said was entirely a personal grudge related to the wound on his face.

As the current owner of the Weibo account, Mo Bei also saw the crazy Weibo that was attacked.

Wang Dongdong was very anxious: "Brother Nan, why did you just tell me that you were going out on a date, and then secretly posted a Weibo? You are not that familiar with God K at all, it is impossible that the person you are dating today is K god."

Listening to the voice over there, Mo Bei understood why he had this reaction. He moved his fingers and said in a calm voice: "It's not me, you can think about it, I'm going to report to Heiyan on weekends, there is no reason to be in this kind of situation at all. It’s time to post a Weibo like this, even if I want to build a relationship, why don’t I post it after I join the team.”

Hearing this, Wang Dongdong paused suddenly: "Yes."

Mo Bei was wearing a light-colored windbreaker, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and a trouser pocket in the other. His eyebrows and eyes remained unchanged, handsome and elegant: "Does the club still have my Weibo login account and password?"

Wang Dongdong was taken aback by the question again: "Here, I..."

Mo Bei's voice was very weak: "Whatever you were in the past, you can go there, but Dongdong, you are my assistant, at least you know how to do some trivial things."

This is clearly pointing him out.

Wang Dongdong knew clearly that what happened this time was entirely due to his mistakes in work.

As an assistant, you must think of account passwords right away.

The game id belongs to the club.

But Weibo they can take away.

According to the nature of the club, if someone leaves, there is no use value at all, and it must be suppressed to death, no matter what method is used.

How could he forget such an important thing!

Wang Dongdong scratched his hair, just about to apologize.

"I was wrong too." Mo Bei's voice came over again, still without any disturbance: "Take your time, don't worry, probably too much time has passed, these people have forgotten what real e-sports should be look."

Real esports? Wang Dongdong wants to ask, is there still real e-sports now?

The boy over there seemed to laugh, and the cold voice came slowly: "Since I forgot, let me tell them again."