The eSports King’s Crush

"You don't play the assassin position, are you afraid that I will see something?" The voice seemed to stay in Mo Bei's ears, casual but impossible to ignore: "Your style of play is similar to Bey."

Mo Bei swung the baseball bat horizontally, his face remained calm: "To play the assassin position, you need to be able to lead the rhythm of the whole team. I'm just worried that I won't be able to lead the team. If the captain can rest assured that the entire team will be in my hands , I don’t care what position I play.”

"Really?" Feng Nai's gaze on the side of the young man's face did not lessen his doubts: "Then let me see how your assassin is doing, okay, now we can settle the old accounts between us .”

"I agree." Mo Bei's side face was still cold, no matter what he did, he just needed to divert the other party's suspicion of her.

Swish!

The baseball bat falls.

The two shot almost at the same time.

The hem of the school uniform seemed to be blown up by the wind.

The same skill is beautiful.

Whether it's the avoiding posture or the side face when waving their arms, it's enough to drive the girls crazy when they see them in this state.

But probably because the strength is too equal.

Only then will the baseball bat be matched twice in a row.

No one has ever gotten a real bargain from anyone.

And the other side.

Zhao Jianjian, who was surrounded by students from No. 1 Middle School, almost opened his arms and yelled indecent assault for help.

If he is a girl, this trick can still be used.

Unfortunately, he is a man.

Zhao Jianjian was about to hold his head, ready to meet the fist coming from the opposite side.

Hearing a childish voice, it sounded from not far away: "Aren't you the strange brother who was with the little brother that day?"

little brother?

Blame brother?

Zhao Jianjian subconsciously opened his eyes to look at the speaker. It was the prince-like child standing in front of him. Because the speaker was too small, he just noticed him.

"Fuck, why are you here!"

Zhao Jianjian is still very humane, knowing that Brother Nan loves this child, he immediately shouted: "Go!"

Unexpectedly, instead of leaving, the child turned his head to the very leading vice president of the No. 1 Middle School and said, "Brother Qing, this brother is a friend of my younger brother, please don't hit him."

Zhao Jianjian: ...Huh? What is this operation?

Where is this kid from No. 1 Middle School?

You Muqing, vice president of No. 1 Middle School,

After hearing that, he frowned: 'Little brother? '

This guy is Mo Nan's follower.

How did he know Xiao Nailin's acquaintances?

What's more, who is this little brother?

Anyway.

One thing, You Muqing is very measured, that is, you can't do anything in front of Xiaonai.

Otherwise, their brother-controlling boss who doesn't even bother to fight will definitely let him taste a good fruit.

So Feng Nai didn't know that Nai came to school today.

But then the result is the same.

So, You Muqing decisively glanced to the right.

All the people in the No. 1 Middle School stepped back.

Zhao Jianjian, who still couldn't believe that he was saved, was stunned.

It was Xiao Nailin who said, "Brother, why are you alone, where is little brother? I'm here to ask little brother to pick him up for dinner at my house."

Watched by more than a dozen people from the No. 1 Middle School who had a date with him, Zhao Jianjian expressed that he was under a lot of pressure, so he wanted to find an excuse to escape: "Ah, Brother Nan, Brother Nan, he hasn't left yet." Zhao Jianjian said at the same time He said, his eyes flickering: "How about I take you to him, little brother."