The eSports King’s Crush

The voice of dissatisfaction is not only on the barrage, but also on the scene.

But Mo Bei didn't seem to hear it, he was still sitting in the same posture as before, only when he held his head up to drink water, he could vaguely see the outline of his side face, which was white and clear.

No one noticed the black wristbands she was wearing.

And no one will know that there are two words embroidered there that can make everyone who likes games go crazy, Emperor League.

Nine thirty-five.

The game officially begins.

No one wanted to see Mo Bei play.

Some just dislike and resist.

It is under such a gaze.

Mo Bei started her first journey after her return.

The jacket was placed on the seat.

What people can see is the noble and straight back, the wind brought out when he stood up.

As a narrator, of course, he will give an appropriate introduction at this time: "I think this is the legendary new member of the Black Flame Team, Meng Ruo, I heard that you all know each other. In your impression, what is this Mo Beixiangnan like?" What about people?"

"We do know each other, and we were good friends before." Yang Mengruo looked embarrassed: "However, it has been a long time since we have not contacted each other. As for Mo Nan, I just want to say that I hope he can calm down and play well this time." , after all, in the e-sports arena, what is ultimately judged is strength, nothing else."

Narrator: "What Meng Ruo said is fair."

Yang Mengruo: "Where, I'm just expressing my feelings."

But it was this kind of evaluation that made everyone feel more disgusted when they looked at Mo Bei. Sure enough, what this person has been thinking about is how to sell people to set up the popularity, otherwise the goddess Meng wouldn't say that.

Mo Bei also heard Yang Mengruo's voice, and only raised his eyes slightly, he sat on his seat, put on the black headset, and knocked down his slightly messy hair, which gave people a kind of coldness.

Grandma Hui was sitting on her right, and said in a deep voice, "Don't forget what you said yourself."

Mo Bei knew what that meant, tapped the keyboard with his fingers, and entered the game page.

The interstellar players sitting across from each other also started to log in to their accounts.

Taking advantage of the free time, the commentator asked Yang Mengruo who was next to him: "Which team does Mengruo think has the best chance of winning?"

"This question is too agreeable to offend people." Yang Mengruo pretended to be distressed: "Can I not answer?"

The narrator chuckled: "Of course not."

Yang Mengruo bit her lower lip: "Well, actually, before I came here, I thought K God would not play in this friendly match, but I thought Hei Yan would send Cat, Cat, and Bear, but I didn't expect to change people now. It will be difficult to decide the outcome.”

"As expected of the No. 1 game female anchor, the analysis is in place." The commentator raised his hand and motioned the audience to look at the screen: "From the perspective of the lineup, it is indeed that Hei Yan is slightly weaker. It is no exaggeration to say that this In a game, Hei Yan may be very difficult to play, after all, none of us know what the new players will do." Speaking of this, the commentator speeded up his speech: "Okay, we can see that both sides You have already entered the game field... Wait a minute, what are Black Flame's assistants doing?"

"Temporarily switched skills to jungler?" The audience frowned.

The fans were going crazy: "Will this Mo Beixiangnan really know how to play?"

"Tan Fu leads the jungler, hehe, I think this Black Flame really doesn't need to be played, a garbage player, it must be cool."