The eSports King’s Crush

The eyes of the whole class were wide open, as if there was no way to connect with the Iceberg Prince and the angry Mo Nan in front of them.

It was not easy for one of the yellow-haired ones to find his voice: "Nan, Brother Nan?"

"Huh?" Mo Bei knew about Huang Mao, her brother's friend in class, Zhao Jianjian.

"Brother Nan, why did you become like this? How can we go to the opposite No. 1 Middle School to collect protection fees from those good students!" Zhao Jianjian called out in a unique voice.

Mo Bei couldn't count the number of times he sighed, and how many things her brother had done that she didn't know.

"Brother Nan, don't keep sighing, I know you are in a bad mood because of the competition, but we have an appointment with the opposite No. 1 Middle School, so why don't you go change your clothes and save your image in the playground after this evening! "Zhao Jianjian said seriously: "Otherwise, they don't know how vicious we are!"

Mo Bei put his schoolbag away, and said in a calm voice, "Go to class first."

Okay, okay, class?

Zhao Jianjian really never thought that these four words would come from Brother Nan, the king of skipping classes!

What are they doing in class?

Behind the teacher's back, playing games on the mobile phone under the desk,

Or flirting with girls from other classes.

When did you have a good class!

Zhao Jianjian doesn't believe in evil anymore, why don't we discuss such an important matter as an appointment? It doesn't fit his Brother Nan's personality at all.

He simply took out his mobile phone and sent a message in the WeChat group: "Brother Nan, are you there?"

Class 4 socialite: "Why are you called Brother Nan?"

Wolfdog Class 3: "I guess there is no cigarette left, I want a cigarette."

Class 5 Huangmao: "About a fight, it's serious business, don't interrupt."

Class 4 socialite: "That's really a serious matter, Brother Nan, come out!"

The phone on the desk kept vibrating, and the noise caused Mo Bei to turn his eyes lightly and indifferently.

Zhao Jianjian signaled the other party to look at the phone with his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Brother Nan did take out his phone, but the next second.

Zhao Jianjian only received a WeChat notification.

"Your Big Brother Nan" has left the group? ? ?

This is so embarrassing! !

Is there still an appointment for today's fight?

Obviously, whether or not to make an appointment is not up to Mo Bei alone.

When she was carrying her schoolbag and wanted to solve the accommodation problem.

A group of people were on the playground outside the school. They saw that she didn't recognize her at first glance, but at the second glance, the cigarettes all fell off, and they reached out to stop them: "Look who this is, our professional player is so big! Young master, it's a pity that he is now a waste."

"Why did you dye your hair black and put on your schoolbag? Are you ready to start a new life?" The boy in school uniform bent down with disgust in his eyes: "Scumbags like you who came out of school should be rotten to the end. Still wanting to please God K? Oh, show some face."

Hearing this, Mo Bei raised his eyes.

Zhao Jianjian watched from a distance, and when he realized that something was wrong, he ran over immediately, and persuaded his fiery brother Nan in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, we have few people, it's not worth fighting."

2 vs 10, this is the rhythm of being wiped out in the game.

What's more, his Brother Nan looks okay on the surface, but he is completely a paper tiger when fighting.

Well, I have to think of a strategy to escape quickly.

Zhao Jianjian turned his eyes, just wanting to wink at Brother Nan.

But before he could blink, he heard a sudden sound of wind in his ears.

It was No. 1 Middle School who raised the baseball bat.

Dead, this time both he and Brother Nan are dead!

Just when Zhao Jianjian was protecting his head and was about to roll around on the spot.

Bang!