The eSports King’s Crush

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Huan Leng watched as the man put the hat of his cotton coat on his head, walked to the front desk with his hands in his pockets, settled the bill, and then walked out of the skewers shop.

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, he thought these two handsome guys were going to fight over a disagreement.

Now finally someone is gone.

This idea just came to his mind.

Another person opened the door.

It was Huan Leng, with a deep voice: "Which direction did he go in?"

The waiter pointed to his left side blankly.

What plot is this?

Are the two of you going to continue fighting?

It's almost two o'clock in the morning in the north. This winter seems to refuse to pass. Heavy snow falls, turning everything white.

Under the street lights, there were no people.

In addition to the fried skewers pushing the cart, there were a few college students running out of the Internet cafe.

Mo Nan was quite eye-catching there.

Because he was the only one without a scarf.

When he left, he even dropped his hat behind him.

Snowflakes fell on his dyed black hair.

There was also a lot on my eyelashes.

But it was as if he didn't feel anything at all.

He just stood on the street, turned his head and lit a cigarette.

The dim light shone on his face.

Handsome, ruffian, bohemian, all become too blurry at this time.

All that's left is endless silence.

It's not like Mo Nan hasn't missed it.

Just like one thing.

When dreams are at their peak.

Youth and ignorance are the happiest things.

Six months.

Half a year has passed since he came out of Tuhai.

Really fast.

So fast if it weren't for the way he saw North on the field.

He almost forgot why he liked e-sports so much.

At that time, the family had no money.

They look down on national competitions.

My father always felt that playing games was not a good job, and he would not be able to provide conditions for them.

His sister was standing outside the Internet cafe, holding a steamed bun in her mouth and looking at the screen seriously. Although the guy never showed any expression, he knew that there was something burning in his eyes.

"Brother, the Imperial Alliance will win."

"Yes, I will win."

"If Dimeng wins, it means that even if our family is poor and we are not favored by others, it doesn't matter. We can do well in the future. Dimeng has not been favored all the way, but they have never given up.

"Ah, yes, after all, there is the idol Spade Z."

"Like a brother."

"Um?"

"When my brother was told that he was very good, he even got first place in the exam."

"That's because I don't want others to say that Mo Bei's brother is so useless. He is good for nothing except fighting. His sister's grades must also be fake. Stupid human beings. This little guy with facial paralysis can fake, just like a veteran cadre, but he still doesn't allow me. Eat spicy strips..."

"Eating spicy strips will cause stomach cancer."

"Damn it! You can't say nonsense like facial paralysis, you know? It will offend the vast number of spicy strip lovers."

"oh."

"Oh what? You said you got it. It's true. Brother, I have to worry more. Fortunately, I worked hard to make it big..."

"Won."

"I said, little face paralysis, listen to me carefully, I am a brother, you should give me the minimum respect..."

"Don't stand in front of me and prevent me from seeing my idol."

Mo Nan, who was ignored, took a deep breath: "Small facial paralysis really means looking at faces at a young age. I tell you, it's okay to look at idols. In the future, you can't just look at faces when looking for a partner. Handsome guys are all scumbags. Hey, Listen to me, don’t think you are as tall as me, you can’t hold your head, why are you so close to the wall?”

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