Mo Bei knew very well that everything Yu Zixin said could happen.
The ear hears nothing but ridicule.
She couldn't forget what some people said before the national preliminary competition.
Her brother's hand injury will not heal.
Compared with the record of 0 kills and 6 deaths.
Compared with so many people talking about her brother's black history, saying that her brother is Tuhai's cancer.
Her brother can no longer play games.
Who cares.
After all, he has such a bad reputation.
Of course she wouldn't care what happened to her brother.
This is the truth.
Again, she is indeed pinching.
Even if Uncle Feng had the foresight.
But in people's eyes, she is just a substitute.
But there was one thing, Yu Zixin was wrong.
She never came to seek justice.
She just wanted her brother not to regret the past.
I like e-sports.
The eyes glow.
Even so.
That little figure was still in the snowy night, wrapping her collar around: "Bei, you have to be obedient when you enter the Imperial League, don't be so paralyzed, and tell your brother that you are short of money, and now he is secretly going to the Internet cafe to help others." You can earn living expenses by clearing the keyboard."
He gave her everything.
Including love and dreams all the time.
If you don't like it that much, just try to cater to yourself.
Play it like a business game.
No one would care anyway.
Mo Bei could even understand her brother's pain at that time.
Those who do not conform to the rules will eventually be eliminated.
However, she couldn't think so.
If even she thought so.
All along, her brother's persistence is nothing.
When Mo Bei raised his eyes, Yu Zixin and Lu Yifan had already left.
When the clerk came to collect the things, what he saw was the boy holding a teacup, his knuckles turning white.
"Are you feeling unwell?" the clerk asked.
Mo Bei stood up, her black hair blocked her eyes: "No."
The clerk wanted to ask something else.
Mo Bei had already walked out of the cafe.
The sun outside was just right, but it didn't make people feel the slightest warmth.
Because the longer you go, the more you will find out.
You can prove nothing.
Mo Bei copied his trouser pockets and looked across the road.
She stood at the crossroads like that.
Surrounded by a surging flow of people.
So what if it's all black.
Isn't it good to repay the body in the way of others
Mo Bei thought a lot.
Finally, the line of sight fell on one point.
Those are two little people.
The girl said: "Brother, there is someone in our class who always says I am ugly. I also follow her method and tell others that her family is poor. Now there is no one in the class to play with her."
The boy straightened his face: "Don't do this."
Girl: "Why? She talked about me first, but I just went back."
Boy: "It's okay to go back, you can fight with her, but you can't become her, a showman and a gossip, if you become like that, I won't buy you a cone, and I don't want you as a sister .”
The girl said ah, still carrying a small schoolbag, blushing: "I won't do it in the future."
"That's about the same. My sister must not become like that."
do not know why.
This sentence actually coincides with a voice from so long ago.
"My sister doesn't have facial paralysis, she just plays games better than you guys, don't you agree? Don't accept that she has the ability to play a game."
Mo Bei stopped.
You can vaguely hear singing from the overpass.
Someone is singing.
"The direction against the wind is more suitable for flying. I am not afraid of tens of thousands of people blocking it, but I am afraid of surrendering myself."
(end of this chapter)