The eSports King’s Crush

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Just at the other end of the back corridor.

The black figure who had been standing there, watching this scene, held the phone tighter, with a vicious light in his eyes: "Hey, are we here? Yes, he came today and is in school now. He just took leave, and there is no assistant around him. No one will know. We have to hurry up and put him in a place where he can't take a taxi yet. Don't worry, there are no teachers at this time. Well, I will take care of you."

After saying that, the man hung up the phone, pushed up his glasses, and then smiled weirdly.

Mo Nan, Mo Nan.

It's not good to offend anyone, but Miss Yu.

He had never known this man had a hand injury before.

Now that I know it, I feel the plan is more feasible.

He already had a hand injury, and one more blow would definitely kill him.

Let’s see how he still excels in the national competition.

It would be great to be his disciple.

He just popped up and snatched away everything that originally belonged to him.

It's so bad that he can't get any benefits now.

No, that's not right.

There are still benefits.

The information he revealed about Mo Nan on the Internet was enough to make him drink a lot.

But this guy is really thick-skinned.

He was actually indifferent to what he saw.

Since this is the case, then he can only listen to Miss Yu's arrangements, team up with his former good friends, and teach him another lesson!

On the other side, Mo Bei, who had completed the suspension of school procedures, originally wanted to leave on his own.

But Zhao Jianjian insisted on sending him off: "Brother Nan, we finally have a legitimate excuse to skip class. If we say we are going to send him off, my old classmate will definitely agree."

"It's so shameless here." The socialite snorted and said, "Brother Nan, please give me this opportunity."

If two people want to follow, Mo Bei will never let them go back.

It’s not that the other party agrees just because it’s sent to someone far away.

When they first left school, the two of them were still talking and laughing.

When you get to the side of No. 1 Middle School.

Mo Bei realized something was wrong and suddenly stopped where he was.

A figure turned slightly to avoid something flying from behind.

A bang!

The baseball bat, carrying the sound of wind, fell straight to the ground.

The expressions on the faces of Zhao Jianjian and the famous lady were frozen in place.

"Fuck!" After Zhao Jianjian came to his senses, his first reaction was to fight: "Who threw it!"

Mo Bei stood there, looking back behind him.

Suddenly a dozen boys in No. 1 Middle School uniforms came over there.

Each one wore a black mask on his face and held a baseball bat in his hand. The evil intentions of the attackers were obvious.

"No way." Cat, Mao, and Bear subconsciously took a step back: "Boss, aren't we already married to the No. 1 Middle School? Last time on the playground, Master Feng's intention was to announce that he had married into our No. 2 Middle School. , what's going on now? Are you blocking us behind Young Master Feng's back?"

The socialite is smarter than him: "That's not the point. Brother Nan has a competition tomorrow. Damn it, they can't be from No. 1 Middle School, unless they want to be skinned by Feng Shao. It's not a good day to come. Choose this day." .”

The two people were talking and already focused on the position behind Mo Bei.

I'm afraid someone will suddenly throw a baseball bat at me.

They need to protect Brother Nan's back.

Mo Bei stretched out his hand and pulled off the black down jacket on his body, with a thin light in his eyes: "Stay back."

It's impossible for the person on the other side to let them run away.

One has already rushed over.

Mo Bei turned sideways, and the strong impact caused by his schoolbag caused the man he hit to fall to the ground.

The second one followed.

Mo Bei raised his long legs and kicked out with great force.

Never giving the other person a chance to get close to her.

But at this time.

Two people walked over there, each holding a mobile phone in their hands.

It was like taking a close-up of Mo Bei.

"Fuck, Brother Nan, look, isn't that Yang Mengruo?" After Zhao Jianjian pushed someone away in a rude way, he looked at the profile of his brother Nan Qingjun, frowned and said, "What is she taking with her cell phone? ?”

This sentence.

Mo Bei's movements suddenly stopped.

In order to protect his hand, he was hit hard on the back.

"Brother Nan!" The socialite started to fight. She was also a girl. She was spraying perfume into one of the people's eyes. After seeing Mo Bei get hit, she pulled the person over and slapped him in the face. scratch!

Yang Mengruo, who hadn't had time to start the recording, took away the phone and looked at Mo Bei who was standing there with a half-curved smile: "Huh? Why did you stop, Brother Nan, why don't you continue to fight? Hit a few more times, Guo." It would be great to be banned from the competition."

Mo Bei didn't move, just looked at her, his temperament was unmistakably noble.

What Yang Mengruo dislikes the most right now is this look.

This time, she had to make something.

Otherwise, Miss Yu will completely leave her with no way out!

"If Brother Nan doesn't take action, then these people will only hit the hand and not other places." Yang Mengruo was still so charming when he laughed.

Mo Bei's voice was very light: "I've always wanted to know why you didn't call an ambulance for me at that time. Didn't we have a very good relationship at the beginning?"

Yang Mengruo paused with her right hand. This question seemed to ask about the scene she least wanted to think of.

She really couldn't forget the way Mo Nan held his arm with blood on his face and reached out to her.

She would also be awakened from her dreams at midnight.

Especially seeing him come back, even vaguely showing the strength he had back then.

She became even more afraid.

She was afraid that he would get up again.

Not only her, but also Lu Yifan must be the same.

They are all afraid of this person coming back.

So we need to suppress him again.

Since it won’t work once.

Just come for the second time.

"Can feelings be eaten?" Yang Mengruo's eyes seemed to reflect only sarcasm: "Mo Nan, you are still too naive. I am an ordinary girl who comes from a small place. I am not as powerful as Miss Yu. , I have spent a lot of effort to be able to gain a foothold here. Didn’t I remind you not to do some unnecessary things? Do you think I want this? I don’t want to at all. There is something I should remember.”

Mo Bei's finger slipped to a point: "What's the matter?"

"Before the fight, someone said in the live broadcast room that he wanted to donate money, but in fact he didn't donate." Yang Mengruo's eyes seemed to be far away: "I also thought about helping to clarify some things, so I just let go of the donation. Take screenshots and send them to the live broadcast room.”

"Do you know what the result will be?"

"New comments are coming again. They say they rely on donations to sell their characters."

"Mo Nan."

"Do you think anyone can be saved?"

"Why do you have to come back?"

Listening to Yang Mengruo's voice, Mo Bei's thoughts suddenly drifted far away.

For a moment.

The whole person is taken away.

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