The eSports King’s Crush

Everyone present was aware of the problem of the number of meals.

Of course, Mo Bei was also included.

She looked over, her handsome side face showed no emotion.

I just shook my hand because I used it a lot, and I was going to go to the refrigerator to see what else I could do.

"Everyone gets one-fifth of the rice."

Suddenly, a careless voice sounded.

It was Feng Nai, standing there, wearing a pure black team uniform, still in a lazy posture, but his eyes were dark and penetrating.

Then, he walked up to the assistant with one hand in his trouser pocket. : "This month's bonus is gone."

"Yes." The assistant lowered his head and wiped his cold sweat. After staying with the Great God for a long time, he will understand that this person seems to only have a good-looking face, but in fact, he has his own bottom line when it comes to treating team members.

Instead, Grandma Hui glanced in this direction.

I don't understand why the boss is embarrassing the assistant because of Mo Nan.

In his opinion, Mo Nan was actually not qualified to be their teammate.

It's understandable that the assistant didn't count him.

Although the opponent's cooking skills are beyond imagination, this is not a chef's competition.

The rice will be set aside, anyway, it doesn't matter if you eat more or less.

I hope Mo Nan can convince him in the friendly match.

Otherwise, he really didn't want to be in a team with such a person.

As long as he thinks about the methods this person used to catch their heat, he feels uncomfortable.

Now the Internet is full of things he once did.

Sometimes, he also admired Mo Nan.

It's all like this, come out to play games?

Don't you have any self-esteem?

The atmosphere at the dinner table was not warm.

Even with Cat, Cat and Panda being a foodie, it hasn't improved.

After all, in a sense,

Not to mention that people on the Internet are unwilling to accept Mo Bei.

Even within the team, Mo Bei hadn't been considered a part of it yet.

After the meal, there will be an internal meeting for the friendly match.

"In this competition, God K can't play, otherwise the difference in strength will be too great." The assistant conveyed the company's meaning: "Every team will have two ordinary players who are randomly matched, so the format of the friendly match is three rows against three Row, let me talk about the list of players, Han Xi, Grizzlies, and Mo Beixiangnan."

After hearing her name and being next to Mo Nan, grandma frowned in frustration: "Do you want to line up like this?"

"The list is determined by the company."

Grandma fell silent, obviously dissatisfied with this arrangement.

Forget it, anyway, with Han Xi, even if Mo Nan is too pitiful, the two of them can take two and three.

There is nothing else that needs attention.

The only point is that the assistant had to talk to the new assistant alone, so he called Mo Bei aside.

"Then what, Mo Nan." The assistant coughed lightly, and due to the mistakes in work just now, his tone of voice also restrained a lot: "There is too much trouble on the Internet. During this friendly match, you should pay attention to the camera. Stay away from God, otherwise the fans will be dissatisfied, and God K himself doesn't like this kind of thing, after all, the matter of your hype is not over yet, I'm afraid..."

"good."

Before the assistant finished speaking, he was interrupted by this word.

Mo Bei looked at him, his eyes were very calm, without the slightest wave, as if what could be reflected was only the game screen on the distant screen: "Is there anything else?"

Probably the other party's attitude was too indifferent.

It always makes him feel unreal.

The assistant paused abruptly: "No more..."