The eSports King’s Crush

This was what Mo Bei saw when he came down.

However, no matter what Mo Bei saw, basically there would be no expression on a handsome face.

Clutching his trouser pocket with one hand, he just passed the dining table and sat directly on his seat. He stretched out his slender, fair fingers, put on his earphones in his side eyes, his light-colored eyes, messy hair, no emotion at all. .

The assistant who was passed by was still doing psychological construction. After seeing the other master, he hugged himself and shook his head. He needs to wake up!

Feng Nai was the same as before, with one hand hooking his coat, and sitting there, his temperament shocked the place.

Even his posture was lazy, but when he put his hand on the red switch keyboard, the surrounding atmosphere changed immediately.

The sound of "click, click" swept through the entire apartment like a whirlwind. As the fingers rose and fell, it seemed that the light passing through could be seen, condensing on the fingertips.

Basically, as soon as e-sports players sit down, the minimum training is more than two hours.

The assistant at the side also understood that these two people should not fight again in the apartment, but to be honest, he couldn't accept it.

It's impossible to fight.

But there is one thing.

The positions of the two people are next to each other.

When Feng Nai habitually went to get the cigarette case, he usually didn't even look at it.

If you don't look at it today, you will touch the other party's hand.

The cool touch made his eyebrows twitch slightly.

then.

Tilt your head, light a cigarette, then turn your head and go directly to the game without revealing any personal images.

After all, both fans and black fans are used to Feng Nai's appearance.

Ridiculous a lot of words, he basically did not respond.

As soon as he responded, it was: "Huh? The face is better than the technology? What are you refuting? I admit this, it is really rare to be so handsome."

Every time this kind of words come out.

As a fan, I feel ashamed.

Not to mention black fans, he hated him and mocked him everywhere.

Cat, Cat, and Bear also knew that it was time for their boss to start a live broadcast. They wanted to see if they could be randomly matched, but they didn't expect it to be possible.

Turning his head to look again, he was wearing black earphones, with a clear side face, and was still doing the "new assistant" for basic training.

The other party seemed not at all interested in how the boss broadcast live.

What about frenzy?

but……

"Mo Nan, why are you still doing basic training?" Cat, Cat, Bear took off the earphones, and said casually, "Could you be a support who just practiced recently?"

Unexpectedly, the man turned his eyes and said a word: "En."

Cat, Cat, Bear's face went blank in an instant.

Their team recruited a "newcomer" who had just started to practice support.

One in a million, the one inside?

Han Xi was also at the side, holding mineral water in his hand, and said little but pointed to the point; "Mo Nan, good at positions, assassin."

Cat, Cat, and Bear's eyes widened: "Then what did the boss recruit you for? Faith assistance?"

Mo Bei didn't speak, and continued typing on the keyboard with very pale eyes.

Cat, Cat, and Bear realized that his frankness was too hurtful: "Then what, I didn't mean that, I mean...you don't fight assassins, how can you play support? Support is different from assassin, right? No, no. , you must know, you..."

"Being kicked out by the former team, I have nowhere to go. Other teams don't accept it. Only Heiyan doesn't have this requirement, but Heiyan only lacks support." Mo Bei turned his eyes over, still Qing Guifu face, eyes faint: "So I play support."