The eSports King’s Crush

That night.

The two shared a room the next day.

Different from the first day.

When Feng Nai came in this time, the person on the next bed hadn't come back yet.

He threw the key on the wardrobe casually.

Feng Nai's indifferent eyes swept over there, took out a towel and walked into the bathroom.

Mo Bei didn't go far, she sat on a bench in the community, her black hair was blown a little messy, but no emotion could be seen on her side face.

Was that how her brother felt at that time?

No one will stand by his side.

Because that's what people want.

Mo Bei could almost imagine how he went home to treat his hand injury in what mood.

It is impossible to recover.

Trauma plus long-term strain.

What it means for a professional e-sports player is obvious.

Even so, I still want to come back.

Even if no one here welcomes him.

Mo Bei remembered that when she was a child, she liked to play games, and so did he.

But their pocket money is only enough to buy a ticket for the Asian Games.

My father also didn't approve of a little girl being obsessed with games.

As soon as he put on her skirt, he said with a smile: "Go, brother will help you block it."

Mo Bei lowered his eyes, tightened his fingers, and withdrew his thoughts.

What does Mo Nan look like?

She knows best.

Why do you still want to come back.

Probably because there is something deep in my heart that has not been completely extinguished.

Then re-ignite it while it is dying.

Mo Bei stood up, the windbreaker on his body was fluttering, and his back blended into the night with aloofness and elegance.

It was half past twelve in the morning.

When she opened the door and entered the apartment.

Cat, Cat, and Bear was rummaging through the refrigerator, muttering: "Give me a bag of milk, why is it raw?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced sideways and coughed softly: "Then what, are you hungry?"

What the other party's eyes really reveal is basically obvious.

Mo Bei put the windbreaker he took off on the chair casually, and said in a flat voice, "What do you want to eat?"

"The chow mein last time was really good!" Cat, Cat and Bear's eyes lit up.

Mo Bei glanced at the refrigerator: "There are not enough ingredients."

"Then..." Cat, Cat and Bear froze.

Mo Bei lowered his eyelids, without any emotion on the side of his face: "You go and wait over there, I will watch and do it."

Hearing this, Cat, Cat and Bear was so touched that he was about to cry.

At the age of seventeen, it is time to grow the body, once you get hungry, you will really lose your sovereignty.

In addition, Cat, Cat, and Bear is not alone in being hungry.

Han Xi who was drinking water, when he smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen, he took the bowls and chopsticks and sat at the dining table with a handsome side face.

I don't know what Mo Bei is going to do.

Only the rhythmic sound of falling knives could be vaguely heard.

It's like cutting meat, but also like cutting vegetables.

This is the voice.

Let Feng Nai, who had wet black hair, paced down the stairs, a smile was still on the corner of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Han Xi, I seem to have said, I told you not to Cook your dark food at night. After eating all of them like last time, don’t you even have the energy to play the game the next day? After eating your food, no one will play in the friendly match tomorrow afternoon. It’s very straightforward. That's fine, after all, you are the sixth man in the enemy army, poison..."

At this point, Feng Nai stopped because he saw that it wasn't Han Xi who was cooking in the kitchen with an apron on...