The eSports King’s Crush

Mo Bei stood up, holding the coat with one hand, and did not intend to respond.

Yang Mengruo's face was about to freeze, why is this idiot's reaction different from before?

According to what she thought, this idiot should stand up and have a big fight with her.

How can you be so calm?

Just when Yang Mengruo was about to refute, he saw a figure gradually approaching not far away.

She didn't even say a word, she lowered her head, her eyes were red, and she was filled with righteous indignation.

"How is this going?"

Another voice came from behind,

Mo Bei only felt a chill gushing out of her heart, so cold that her fingertips were a little stiff.

Turning his head again, he saw Lu Yifan's handsome face with sharp edges and corners.

In addition to Lu Yifan, there were also the few people Mo Bei met outside the school last time, that is, the former old players.

They wear different uniforms but have a good relationship.

Lu Yifan also saw her at this time, and his eyebrows twitched unexpectedly.

Mo Bei could clearly see the disgust in his eyes.

That kind of disgust is like needles, piercing into invisible places one by one.

It turns out that's how you see my brother.

Look at that friend who taught the game for a year?

Mo Bei felt a little empty in his heart.

Yang Mengruo had already thrown himself into the man's arms, tears still rolling in her eyes, and her voice was soft: "Brother Mo Nan wants to play more, I persuade him, but he won't listen."

Lu Yifan's eyes fell like knives.

Chen Yu even found an excuse to fight the injustice: "Mo Nan, are you still a man? Meng Ruo usually treats you like her own brother. When you have an accident, she is still explaining it for you. You are good, and you will continue to explain it over and over again." And San came to a place where you shouldn't be? Do you have the right to stand here?"

Mo Bei changed his hand to hold his coat, but still didn't speak.

For some reason, Chen Yu felt the pressure.

His throat seemed to be blocked: "You!"

Lu Yifan blocked his hand, but did not look away: "Mo Nan, what do you mean by doing this now? Are you not saying anything?"

That voice seemed fair and rational.

In fact, the interpretation and what Chen Yue said meant the same thing.

Lu Yifan's eyes looked around the other person's face again, there was no usual irritation, it seemed that there was only indifference seeping from the inside out.

It seems that until now, he has no idea what his problem is!

Lu Yifan's voice cooled down: "It's a sure thing that you rub off on others' popularity. You want me to help you, and you also thought about rubbing off on others. These are solid hammers. You should have explained to everyone a long time ago, but it seems that until now, You're not even going to explain."

Mo Bei paused with his fingers, and raised his eyes slightly: "Yes."

Lu Yifan was annoyed by the word um, and his eyes were lowered: "Could it be that you don't have anything to say about the industry you love the most."

Mo Bei's voice was very weak: "I want to play games well, but now it seems that I can't play well anymore, but I'm still standing here."

Yang Mengruo, who was still in Lu Yifan's arms, seemed to be afraid that they would quarrel, and touched the man's hand: "Yifan, stop talking, Mo Nange obviously won't listen to people's persuasion."

As she said that, she raised her eyes and looked at Mo Bei: "Brother Mo Nan, this is our company, only those who have been invited can come, and the idlers refuse to enter. Since you are so stubborn, I can only Have security take you out."