The eSports King’s Crush

It's better to sleep separately.

Feng Nai didn't know the routine he had prepared so painstakingly.

But because of his ugly face, everything was invalidated.

He watched Mo Bei lay out the quilt, and then Qingjun said with a side face, "Call me if you need anything."

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows: "Where are you going?"

"Sofa." Mo Bei's voice was very light.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes: "You don't want your arm if you want to sleep on the sofa? Or do you want to lose in the finals tomorrow?"

This tone made it clear that Mo Bei would not be allowed to leave the bedroom.

Mo Bei thought for a while, took out another quilt from the closet, and then spread it on the floor. He also took a blanket and a spare pillow: "I'll make the floor."

Feng Nai glanced at it and couldn't find any questions, so he narrowed his eyes.

Mo Bei didn't give him time to react.

After laying it, he reached out and turned off the wall lamp.

Feng Nai sat on the bed, his eyes a little cold. This was not the result he wanted.

But at least we're still in the same room.

It's not like he didn't feel the sudden alienation.

In addition, when he looked sideways, he happened to see the person replying to the message, and his eyes darkened: "Assistant's message?"

"No, it's Yun Shen."

But there were only five words, but Feng Nai's fingers stopped there.

The idea of ​​pulling someone into bed was also given up.

It seemed that no matter how many things he did, once he encountered Yun Shen, everything would be brought back to its original state.

Feng Nai looked at the slender and straight back, he just regarded him as the captain.

He has been experiencing this feeling again and again recently.

Let’s wait until after the provincial competition.

After he told this person everything.

Just end it all.

Including the current mood of wanting him.

Feng Nai stretched out his hand and crossed his arms to block his forehead hair.

Mo Bei seemed to be thinking about something.

Two people, one on the bed and one on the floor.

No one was asleep.

If it were normal, I would definitely have insomnia.

But they are all professional players and understand how important the next finals is.

So these two people were forcing themselves to sleep, even if they were not in the mood, they both closed their eyes.

the next day

Hei Yan's business car appeared downstairs of the apartment on time.

When Cat, Cat and Bear looked at these two people, they felt something was wrong.

But he couldn't figure out what the specific problem was after looking at it for a long time.

"Boss, your mobile phone." Cat, Mao, and Xiong suddenly remembered something serious: "Someone sent it to the base last night. I helped you fill up the battery."

Feng Nai didn't need to think about it to know whose intention it was to send the phone back.

Take it over, it’s all news.

Feng Nai didn't reply and turned off the screen.

Cat, Mao, and Bear were a little stunned. He thought that the first thing the boss would do when he got the phone was to refute the rumors for his brother.

After all, they were together during the live broadcast that day. Why didn't the boss even mention it?

Is it because I'm in a bad mood?

Cat, Mao and Xiong especially want to say, this is the provincial finals, can you show your spirit!

Although the atmosphere in the car is usually the same.

But the relationship between the two people should not be so indifferent.

Cat, Cat and Bear scratched its hair, not quite understanding.

What exactly is going on?

Feng Yi was sitting in the passenger seat. Through the rear mirror, he could see that his nephew was back to his usual cold self, wearing a battle uniform and looking out the window.

Mo Bei knew that a certain master was in a bad mood when he woke up today, but this time she resisted the urge to feed him.

Some things really can't become habits.

Because habits are so hard to break...