Nobody ever imagined it.
The unfathomable young master of the Feng family just received a message from someone.
Feng Nai didn't reply, but just looked at the words sent over there with a pair of dull eyes.
Seeing that there was no movement, Mo Bei lowered his eyes and said: "When I go, I will bring you some pork rib soup. I just finished the preliminaries, so take a good rest."
Knowing that this was her usual ending sentence, Feng Nai's eyes darkened.
When Fuji Hui pushed the door and came in, this was what he saw.
He reckoned that he probably shouldn't come in at this point, but there was indeed one thing.
"Boss, look at this." Teng Hui handed over his mobile phone.
Feng Nai swept his gaze away, and fixed his eyes on the word Mo Nan.
Teng Hui sat down: "I heard from my friend that Huan Leng really wanted Mo Nan to go, and they were quite repulsive there."
"So?" Feng Nai's voice was flat.
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Teng Hui scratched the back of his head: "I didn't know the reason why Mo Nan became like that before, but later I found out that someone wanted to pull him down, and he is Bey's brother, boss, should we do something? Ah, otherwise it would be too difficult for him..."
"Teng Hui." Feng Nai interrupted him: "How do you think you should help him so that it is not difficult for him? Whether he can stay or not depends on whether he can still play. The competition is that whoever can do it will stay." Now, since Huan Leng has brought him back, it means that Mo Nan has this ability, it's just that others don't believe it, you think Mo Nan or Huan Leng, who cares whether others believe them or not."
Take a break.
Feng Nai stood up, her voice sounded like it had no ups and downs: "At that time, even I couldn't make people believe that she wasn't a substitute, even now, it's still the same."
Teng Hui opened his mouth, and finally lowered his eyes: "I see."
It's just, guilt after all.
In the past, he had the most disdain for Mo Nan.
So when he saw that "Mo Nan" was their new teammate, he resisted and hated it.
That being said, it's probably over.
But he was also among those who destroyed Mo Nan.
Teng Hui knew very well that when he was with that group of people, rejecting discussions and demonizing that person.
That person is still holding on.
Now that he is back, there will be no flowers and applause.
Even bey will be denied.
Let alone him.
Teng Hui could probably imagine that from the communication of those people, he also felt it.
Disdain, despise.
Do e-sports players have to win and win all the time
Because if you lose once.
You are nothing.
Why did Mo Nan come back
Or at this time...
Training camp base.
Several candidates are also talking about this.
It's just that their demeanor is obviously full of disgust.
"I really don't understand what Summoner is thinking."
"Are we lacking in support? Xiaoxun's record ranks first in the national server, why use Mo Nan."
"He is so big, can his hand speed keep up?"
"Let's not talk about hand speed, I really don't comment on his personality."
"It's not all clear, it was framed."
"How can there be so many conspiracy theories, no one is framed, but he is framed?"
"I always thought that the team didn't like him very much."
"That can't resist someone coming to call for the team."
"Please? You mean, it's Mo Nan who wants to..."
"Didn't the call team answer the phone that day? It was Mo Nan who called. It's not like you don't know about the call team. He was very kind to the former players, especially when he came out together in the youth training camp. In the same batch, I heard that some people were miserable, and he also helped find a job as an interpreter, probably because he saw how pitiful Mo Nan was, so he let him try."
"Mo Nan really is, is this kind of thing still necessary?"
"Hush!"
Suddenly, a person lowered his voice, touched one of them with his shoulder, and signaled him to look at the door.
It was Mo Nan, and he also came to take a shower, holding the towel that was distributed uniformly during the training camp, and no one could tell whether he had heard what they said, or how long he had been standing there.
Because there was still a naughty smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was not very enthusiastic, he just walked over and passed them.
I don't know why, the more the other party looks like this, the more guilty they are.
Afraid that Mo Nan would tell Huan Leng, he simply preemptively said: "Senior, let's talk."
Mo Nan looked back, his black hair had grown a bit, and he caught him a little bit. If it was someone else, it might make people feel feminine, but Mo Nan was born with a naughty air of not being stingy: "Okay , what are you talking about?"
"We all know that you have been in the circle for a long time." One of them stood up: "I also know what happened to you. We are not interested in knowing what happened to you. After all, it is your business. I don't understand why all the team members They will all target you, is it really just their reason? Now that you are here with us, you should also know what kind of team we are. We have won the championship for three consecutive years and have never had any black material. If you come , we don’t know what problems will happen in the future, not to mention that your hands were framed by your teammates and you can’t play games, why are you suddenly able to play?”
Mo Nan looked at the man: "Nerve damage will affect hand speed. I really can't play assassin anymore. This time I am here to play the support position. When I joined the club, I reported my position."
"So what you said before was too much, but it's actually not that miserable, right?" Another person came over and said, "We don't understand your style of doing things. This is an e-sports arena. In the future, seniors will still talk about it. There are two things to say, maybe someone will pity you because of what you said, and let you go through the back door, but I don’t know if you are used to playing or not.”
In this case, for e-sports players, it is a deep-seated humiliation.
Huan Leng outside the door frowned when he heard it, and was about to push the door.
Hearing that person's voice came over without pain or itching: "I'm used to beating."
There is no emotion.
Even with a hint of a smile.
Neither happy nor unhappy.
Huan Leng stretched out his hand and stopped in mid-air.
These three words don't seem like the words that person would say at all.
He knew sixteen-year-old Mo Nan.
That fiery personality would snatch his milk away, and then look at him with an angry face: "Hey, Huan Leng, your face is really just like my sister's, it won't change for thousands of years, drink it Is the milk because you don’t grow taller? I’ll ask my mother to bring you some fresh milk when she comes next time. This kind of milk contains sugar, so it’s useless. I’ll drink it for you. "
At that time, he just thought this person was really annoying.
Later, one duel after another.
He never won half a point on him...
(end of this chapter)