The eSports King’s Crush

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Can reply to messages.

It shouldn't be a big problem.

After Mo Nan saw those few.

The already red eyes gradually calmed down a bit.

Then he replied: "Of course I'm at home. Where is my hand? Is everything okay?"

"I should be the one asking this sentence." After typing the last word, Mo Bei deleted it again. Instead of posting this one, he said: "Why are you asking about my hand all of a sudden?"

Mo Nan: "Someone on the Black Flame official website talked about a fight. I'm afraid that someone will take advantage of the fact that we are going to compete in a competition and won't let him take action and get hurt."

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Mo Bei didn't stay on this matter for too long: "Brother, I'll wait tomorrow."

When Mo Nan accepted this sentence, his hand hanging on one side tightened and he leaned against the wall of the airport.

At the international airport, no one will pay attention to this scene.

What a painful decision to make.

To others, it is all ordinary.

If he could, he would never want to tell his sister that his hand wouldn't heal.

"Bei, quit the game." Mo Nan changed his approach.

After Mo Bei saw these five words, his fingertips stopped, and then he replied: "We haven't won the championship yet."

We haven't won the championship yet.

Just such a sentence made Mo Nan raise his hand and press his eyes.

It’s not me, it’s us.

"What kind of championship should I win? When did our family with facial paralysis start to have such a desire to win and lose?" Mo Nan's tone on WeChat was almost relaxed: "Bei, I don't have to take this path. My brother has been out for a while recently. I found that reading more books is good, and I want to play in competitions. After I return to women's clothing, I can compete as bey. With my sister's ability, I will definitely beat a group of people in the spring competition."

Mo Bei already understood what this meant.

A few-word reply: "None of them are Tuhai."

Mo Nan paused.

Just for a moment.

He understood.

His sister already knew that his hand couldn't heal.

Mo Nan was anxious: "Bei, listen to me, it's not what you think."

"Brother, I met Yang Mengruo when we were surrounded today." Mo Bei stopped here, then stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Her movements were so natural.

No one would have guessed that she was on the phone.

Over there, after Mo Nan saw the words Yang Mengruo, he wanted to fly back to China immediately.

From the Internet, I can’t tell what the scene was.

Everyone's focus will be on the fights between professional players.

Don't care about why.

So Mo Nan didn't know at all that his sister had met Yang Mengruo.

Then, what did the other party say?

Mo Nan knows what serial design is.

I have also tasted the consequences of self-evidence.

He just wanted to keep a little bit of the beauty in his sister's heart.

Things have come to this.

He should have paid for his stupidity long ago.

Bad-tempered, domineering, and stupid bunch.

While offending people, it also violates some underlying rules in the industry.

Why don't you listen to Wang Jun?

The thought has never occurred to me.

At this moment, Mo Nan's entire brain was filled with thoughts.

No matter how miserable it was.

He had never had these thoughts.

His differentiation.

Implicated Bei.

Why have you never thought of compromising?

Just when Mo Nan thought this.

The phone rang, and it was Mo Bei's voice, with a slight tinge: "Brother, if you don't tell me, are you worried that I won't like games anymore?"

"I was injured at home. I asked, do you regret taking this path?"

"Say you won't regret it."

“Some roads, no matter how hard you walk, because you have a place you want to reach, so no matter what you encounter, you will stick to what you insist on.”

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