Mo Bei almost got out of the car, and the first person he saw was Wang Dongdong.
He told her many things.
"Brother Nan, really, talk less and do more."
"Brother Nan, stay away from God K during the competition, or you will be scolded."
"Brother Nan, damn it, you're so handsome, just restrain yourself, restrain yourself more."
Looking forward and looking backward, the only fear is that she will be cast aside just like her brother.
The sound of the heat outside can still be heard in the ear.
The audience is already waiting, queuing up to enter.
When the commercial vehicle came in, there was a burst of noise.
Many people are taking pictures with their mobile phones.
Everyone is looking forward to such a grand event.
Only those who are worried about you will always have a trace of uneasiness in their expectant eyes.
So he stood at the door, hesitating, afraid that if he left, you would not be able to face it alone.
Even if he can't do anything.
Even timid and afraid of getting into trouble, lest I say a wrong word or do a wrong thing, which will affect you.
"Just let us in, we're not looking at Mo Nan."
"Yes, let's see God K."
"You tell Mo Nan to fight hard, and don't hold Hei Yan back."
Even.
"What are you pushing? Really, Mo Nan's assistant is also good enough, I'm convinced."
This era seems to be like this, the person standing opposite is your uncle.
Can't touch, can't catch up.
Even if these people cross the line.
Wang Dongdong couldn't even call the security guard.
Because the person he brought was her.
Mo Bei is really not a good choice.
When Yu Zixin's phone call came.
She could imagine being greeted by her family.
She was never an innocent and romantic little fairy.
Know exactly what to expect.
But, after all, he still couldn't hold back.
Mo Bei buttoned the hat of his combat uniform, turned his head with a swish, and walked behind him.
Cat, Cat and Bear was still wondering why his brother didn't come in.
Over there, Mo Bei had already blocked a female fan, allowing her fist to land on her chest: "Now you are pushing people, not him, and you have crossed the line. "
The female fan was really helpless: "We have been in the queue here for such a long time, just want to see you, it is enough, I don't spoil fans at all."
Mo Bei had his hands in his trouser pockets, not intending to answer this question.
On the contrary, Wang Dongdong didn't want it to affect Mo Nan's reputation. After all, he had come to this point, so he opened his mouth to apologize.
"If you dare to say I'm sorry." Mo Bei looked sideways, and a cold light flashed: "Now you don't have to be my assistant anymore. When will I make you bow your knees and face who?"
Wang Dongdong paused.
Mo Bei turned around: "Come in."
This is the first time.
Mo Bei was ruthless in front of people.
The kind of coldness emanating from behind.
Of course the fans were not happy.
They think this person's EQ is really low.
Yes.
Just manage it.
It's just low emotional intelligence.
But today.
Mo Bei raised his eyes and glanced at the video playing on the screen.
"Don't forget, this time, we represent China."
That's what Shi Niang said during the World Series.
Many people didn't know about e-sports before.
People call them gamers.
Now people know.
But never understood.
What are they fighting for.
All-Star Era.
Mistakenly put popularity, persona, and face on them.
How many people can understand.
What she liked was never the virtual world in the game.
Rather, those who have been here.
Those people had told her.
This is esports.
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