The eSports King’s Crush

Some people probably do.

Because using love as an excuse to do anything seems to be excusable.

Including intervening in these.

Yu Zixin doesn't care how the recipient feels.

Until now, she still refuses to accept it. She has spent so much time on Feng Nai, but he doesn't even look at her.

It's all because of Mo Nan.

Yu Zixin vaguely understood that there were some things she could get with money, but there were some things she couldn't get with money.

For example, winning or losing in game competitions.

She also realized that Mo Nan would not ask for money.

If that were the case, he wouldn't have come out of Tuhai.

It's just that Mo Nan himself said that he likes money.

Why did he pay Tu Hai so much breach of contract fee without blinking an eye?

There is no denying that money is really a good thing.

If it were Mo Nan, I'm afraid he would be overwhelmed by the breach of contract fee at that time.

Because he couldn't take it out.

It's that simple.

Mo Bei was thankful countless times that she was the one who encountered this incident later.

She has these savings and can pay for this expense.

Who can be nobler than whom.

It's just that we haven't reached a desperate situation.

And Mo Bei knew very well that her brother had reached a desperate situation at that time.

Including now, Mo Nan is standing in a hospital abroad. His foreign language is indeed not very good, and he has not learned much in subsequent courses. Fortunately, he can still have some simple daily conversations.

He met the attending doctor arranged by Feng Yi and did various examinations.

The doctor in a white coat pointed his finger at the film he had taken and said in English, "This area didn't grow well at first, and it's too difficult to recover now. Of course, there is no problem in daily life, but it requires some precise operations or insidious operations." It hurts a little when it rains.”

Mo Nan didn't understand and was a little anxious. He said "cure, here, ok" in his broken English.

As he spoke, he pointed to his arm, less arrogant than before.

Those eyes were blacker and brighter than ever.

The doctor understood what he meant, shook his head, and said regretfully "rry."

Mo Nan stood there, his eyes instantly disappeared, even a little numb, but he did not forget to say to the doctor, "No, you don't have to be sorry. I know that my hand can never be cured again. I mean you are fine, thank you." .”

At this time, he had forgotten that the other party did not know Chinese at all, so how could he understand what he said.

Mo Nan didn't even know how he left that place. When he raised his long legs, he didn't feel anything.

He raised his head and looked at the sky outside.

It’s different from at home.

The sun is so bright here that it's almost blinding.

The light came in and hit him, making his shadow become very long.

Mo Nan was wondering how long it had been since he played professionally.

It’s been a really long time.

Even the last game.

The memories imprinted in Mo Nan's mind disappeared.

How strange.

these past three years.

What he remembered most was actually the youth class.

Every day when I play games until I vomit, my neck is stiff, and I can't lift my arms, I look at the person opposite who is shorter than him, but always has a cold face, as if someone owes him money, and he presses He pressed the back of his neck and continued to practice the unfamiliar hero.

That's cold calling.

At that time, all they thought about was that one day they could go out there and play a real professional game.

He fought.

Even if you are not willing to do so.

But this time, he can really go home