The eSports King’s Crush

Chapter 848: Eighty-Five Seventy-Seven

Only this time, the chance to prove.

Mo Bei did not return the message from Feng Nai in the end.

Especially at this time.

Not to touch emotions.

The next day, when the assistant brought in the aunt to cook.

The first thing I saw was a bowl of noodles on a computer table.

Then Mo Bei stood up and tilted his eyes slightly: "Trouble you."

The assistant's meal, just want to ask you if this is just up, or did not sleep yesterday, I saw the teenager paced upstairs.

No need to ask, it must have been a night.

Otherwise, according to Mo Nan's routine, this point should go out for a run.

The national competition is about to begin.

Aunt is planning to make some rib soup for these children in the base.

It is said that the children are not exaggerated at all.

After all, the oldest person here is 20 years old.

Older than aunt's son.

She looked up at the figure who was going upstairs, thinking about sending a glass of milk in.

Walked to the door, only to find that the door was half-covered.

The teenager was lying in bed, covered with a thin quilt, and was already asleep.

Probably too tired to be so.

The aunt didn't say anything, and when she wanted to step back, she bumped into the person behind her.

It was Feng Nai. He seemed to have just taken a shower, and his black hair was still a little bit moist. He wore a linen-colored home suit, a loose top, and a white collarbone.

"She's not up yet?" It doesn't look like someone's routine.

The aunt lowered her voice and said, "I didn't wake up, I just slept."

Just sleeping?

Feng Nai's brows twisted lightly.

After the group training yesterday, she went down to practice again?

After Feng Na's eyes darkened, she took the milk from her aunt and said, "I'll send it in."

"Okay, okay." Aunt also knew who the captain was at the base. "I'll go down and make some soup."

Feng Nai said, "No," and said nothing, the door was closed when he entered.

Walked to the bed and looked down at the half of the face slightly exposed on the pillow.

The thin, light-colored lips were the closest to him.

Very pale color, but with a luster that people want to approach ...

Feng Nai put the milk on one side, and bent down halfway, so that the long legs were bent, and one knee fell on the wooden floor. The slender hands gently cut Mo Bei's hair, and kissed lightly. Not even noticed by the person who fell asleep.

"You never really care about it so much, aren't you afraid of being discovered? Just sleep without closing the door."

Feng Nai's voice was also low, and he could clearly feel the alienation emanating from her.

Including yesterday's message, there was no reply to him.

Feng Nai is also very concerned.

He wondered what she was thinking.

But she never intended to tell him.

Compared to these.

Feng Nai will also go to the company to determine the lineup for the first national battle.

He finally glanced at Mo Bei again.

This time when he went out, he did not wear a uniform, a trench coat, or leather boots, but because he was wearing a tie and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he added a business model for no reason.

There is a saying that Yebing is right. The company has the company's measurement. In the first game of the national competition, it is Tuhai.

In this scene, the company did not plan to let Mo Bei fight south.

Public opinion is on the one hand. What's more important is that the other party must already be familiar with Mo Nan's combat methods. After all, there is Lu Yifan on the opposite side.

(End of this chapter)