"You are already strong."
This is Huan Leng's last sentence.
Because of this sentence, Mo Nan stood there without moving for a long time.
Then, propping his forehead with one hand, he suddenly smiled.
Reluctantly and evilly, he put his hand on Huan Leng's shoulder: "I didn't realize it before, you are quite discerning. To be honest, brother was amazing just now, move your position and fight back..."
"Talk too much." Huan Leng didn't wait for him to finish, and stood aside in disgust.
Mo Nan didn't care either, he was holding his trouser pocket with one hand, and when he smiled, he showed his teeth which matched his little paw very well.
Huan Leng only glanced at it, and didn't stay any longer.
"Hello." Mo Nan raised his voice again.
Huan Leng glanced sideways.
Mo Nan: "Thank you."
"Recover your hand speed." Huan Leng didn't turn his head back: "You can't keep up with me now."
Mo Nan looked at the cold back and touched the bridge of his nose. This guy is still the same as before. He doesn't know what a moving atmosphere is. He deserves to be single until now.
The manager was still standing there, seeing these two people, he seemed to see a new start for the team.
After all, compared to Hei Yan, the awareness of their assistants is indeed much worse.
People who are not familiar with this game tend to ignore the support position, and only focus on the position that can be played by Kerry and C.
Be it money or otherwise.
But anyone who has been in this industry for a long time knows that it is really too difficult to find a good assistant.
Hei Yan really picked up a treasure and met Bey.
Anticipation, hand speed, command, accurate calculation down to the second and the opponent's mana consumption and passive time.
There is a team that Bey is willing to assist.
If it hadn't been like that at that time.
Already a champion.
He didn't understand before why Huan Leng insisted on getting Mo Nan back.
Now he understands a little bit.
Mo Nan is very familiar with this game.
Knowing what his opponent is thinking, he can predict it.
Not just talent, but experience accumulated over a thousand days against various opponents.
It is really too long.
Managers for a long time have forgotten one thing. Back then, the young man who made a knife shot broke into the top ten with an unnamed team.
The dark horse that year exceeded everyone's expectations.
And that boy was none other than Mo Nan.
The only thing everyone remembers is him who was so popular, sold people, and killed 0 and 6.
But I forgot the shock of that year.
It was too sharp to fall so quickly.
Today's Mo Nan seems to have understood this truth.
The manager looked away again.
Mo Nan was about to go back, but he hadn't taken a shower yet.
The loser stood there without moving: "Do you think you can go to Milan to compete if you beat me? With your hand speed, stop dreaming!"
Mo Nan ignored him, even his eyes were pale.
The manager frowned and was about to speak.
"And your sister, I heard that she is back again, what qualifications does she have to come back as a substitute..."
Before he finished speaking.
There was only a bang.
Something fell through.
It's a mouse on a computer desk.
Mo Nan stood there, still holding the thread in his hand, his eyes were dark and dull: "I'm so sorry, my hand slipped."
"How could it be hand slipping, you clearly did it on purpose!"
Mo Nan smiled slyly: "How do you prove that I did it on purpose?"
Lin Yu Feiqi's hands were trembling: "Everyone is watching you smash me."
"I smashed the wall behind you." Mo Nan walked over: "Little friend, I just wanted to say that it doesn't matter how you pour dirty water on me, my sister. You try to black it out."
I have been cracking down recently, this matter has been mentioned, but because some relatives seem to never see it, I write it here.
You were deleted and tried to find management, but you are still persevering in YY, Mo Nan's episode was stifled, they are indeed brothers, I can only say that as his biological father, I tried my best to keep him, but I never won you.
Crackdown is some bad ideas, if you speak out, this book may be blocked.
During this period, some inappropriate ideas will be deleted and banned.
If you think there is no problem, there is a problem.
Everyone speak positively, there are welfare activities here to participate in.
Tell me how Mo Bei taught you to persevere, and you will have a chance to get wristbands, pillows, backpacks, etc., provided that you meet the familiar rules.
It's hard to control you in the field of writing, because if you like it, I can't help it.
But whether your love is sincere or not, if you still come to YY and don’t abide by the book rules at this time, for the sake of friends who are waiting for the update, I will beat you out as a black man, be good, wait for sugar, Ann...
(end of this chapter)