The eSports King’s Crush

Chapter 59 "Northern Brother" Cooking

That night.

The two shared a room the next day.

Different from the first day.

When Feng Nai came in this time, the person in the bed next door had not yet returned.

He threw the keys into the closet.

Feng Nai's indifferent eyes glanced over there, took a towel and paced into the bathroom.

Mo Bei didn't go far. She was sitting on a bench in the community, her black hair was a bit messy, but her face could not see the slightest emotion.

Was that how her brother felt at the time?

No one will stand on his side.

Because people want this result.

Mo Bei could almost imagine the mood in which he went home to treat a hand injury.

Impossible to recover.

Trauma plus long-term strain.

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

Even so, but still want to come back.

Even if no one here welcomes him.

Mo Bei remembered that when she was a child, she liked playing games, and he also liked playing.

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

My father also disapproves of a little girl who is obsessed with games.

As soon as he wore her skirt, he smiled and said, "Go, brother to help you."

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

What Monan looks like.

She knows best.

Why still want to come back.

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

Then while it's dying, relight it.

Mo Bei stood up, the windbreaker on his body was blown and hunted, and the back was solitary and noble and melted into the night.

At half past twelve in the morning.

When she pushed the door into the apartment.

Cats and cats are rumbling over the refrigerator, muttering in their mouths, "Give me a bag of milk, why are they raw?"

After speaking, one side of his eyes coughed gently: "So what, are you hungry?"

What the other person's eyes really revealed was basically obvious.

Mo Bei dropped the windbreaker on the chair, and his voice was light: "What do you want to eat?"

"Last time that fried noodle was very good!" Cats and cats eyes were all bright.

Mo Bei glanced at the refrigerator: "Not enough ingredients."

"Then ..." Panda was dwarfed.

Mo Bei lowered his eyes, no emotion on his face: "You wait there, I'll watch and do it."

Hearing that Panda was almost moved to cry.

At the age of seventeen, it is just when the body grows. Once hungry, it will really lose its sovereignty.

Plus hungry people are not alone.

I used to drink cold water, and when I smelled the aroma coming out of the kitchen, I automatically took the tableware and sat down beside the dining table with a handsome face. He knew nothing to eat.

I don't know what Mo Bei will do.

Only faint rhythmic sounds of falling swords were heard.

It's like cutting meat, it's like cutting vegetables.

That's the sound.

Feng Nai, who had a wet black hair, walked upstairs, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "Shanxi, I seem to say, let you don't I ’m going to make your dark food in the evening. After eating all the food like last time, do you have no energy to play the game the next day? After eating your food, no one will play the friendly match tomorrow afternoon. Just fine, after all, you are the sixth enemy, poison ... "

In this case, Feng Nai stopped because he saw that it wasn't the wintry that was standing in the kitchen and wearing an apron to cook ...

(End of this chapter)