The eSports King’s Crush

Finally found the opportunity.

Those who can't stand the idea of ​​group CP.

Of course I will take the opportunity to express all my usual unhappiness.

After all, in their eyes, Mo Nan didn't deserve to be related to their God K at all.

Many people don't understand why there is another kind of person.

But it's very simple.

In this world, if you like someone.

On the other hand, there will be people who hate someone.

I hate Mo Nan.

So anything that has something to do with Monan is disadvantageous.

They would quickly gather together as if they smelled fresh blood.

On the other side of the computer, because there is no responsibility, you can evaluate a person or thing based on your imagination. You call this freedom of speech.

But few people have thought that sometimes it is an emotion that is highly transitive.

Demonize the person in their mouth.

Only then will it appear that they are well-known.

And now, the moment has finally come.

The barrage is also endless.

Someone said: "I can't compare to Mo Nan, but anyone who wants to save face will not drag me around every day to speculate on CP."

"You really can't compare to me. They can sell their characters."

"If you play well in the game, you will say that you are strong. If you play poorly, you will say that your hands are injured. I am the same."

"It's time to be as quiet as a chicken now anyway."

"Without his halo, he is nothing."

Feng Yi, who was sitting in the car, could see these barrages.

He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his expression showing no emotion.

But his words let the assistant know that there was something floating in his eyes.

"Today, let Bei and Yunshen go back to her place. Try not to let her see these things."

The assistant lowered his gaze on the screen and said the word "OK".

Then he said: "Are you afraid that it will affect her mood?"

"For a little kid, things like emotions don't show up." Feng Yi lost the smile for the first time: "This is what I'm most worried about. Mo Nan's hands can no longer play professionally. If she knows about this and adds these remarks, what do you think the result will be?"

The assistant paused and dropped his hand to one side. After a while, he whispered: "I don't dare to think about it."

Perhaps, for those who don’t like playing games, it doesn’t matter.

But for bey.

For Bey, who has been following God Z and the others since he was a child.

Not a broken dream.

Is no longer in love.

The fear is that even the flames will be extinguished.

When the Imperial Alliance was there.

is also like this.

But no matter what.

There was always a crowd at that time.

It makes you feel that even if you are covered in mud, someone will come and hug you and say goodbye.

Hey, I'm with you.

We want to win the championship.

Now, in bey's heart, is there still such a person?

Even when no one understands you.

Someone understands you.

The height you want to reach is not here.

It is to understand that if you follow the same method, you can bring down the opponent.

But still haven’t become that person.

Instead, he only plays games and knows the world without being worldly.

When you are stuck in the quagmire, you don't care if you get the wrong person, he is the one who pulls you up.

"Mr. Feng, are you hoping?" The assistant raised his eyes: "I hope God K can be like the people of the Imperial Alliance, so that God Bey can still have some hope."

Feng Yi looked at her and suddenly smiled: "Otherwise, what qualifications does he have to ask the imperial alliance's group pet to leave?"

assistant:……

Sure enough, they are not biological!