However, Mo Nan hadn't noticed this yet, and only two people could hear his voice: "I was shocked when I saw you later. What did you eat to jump so high all of a sudden? You don't have a face. How to change, you will definitely attract many people to like you when you go out like this, and if you change your hairstyle in the future, you will still be very tender."
Huan Leng frowned, just about to pull his hand off.
I heard him say another sentence: "But this is also good, no one bullies."
Huan Leng paused: "Mo Nan, is there something you didn't tell me?"
Mo Nan stopped talking suddenly, laughed again, and leaned back angrily: "There are too many things I didn't tell you, which one are you talking about?"
Huan Leng's brows tightened even more.
"Okay, what can I do." Mo Nan looked sideways: "I just think that this afternoon's game will not be that simple."
Huan Leng could more or less tell: "You have Xu Yiwan on the opposite side, and her style of play is very popular."
"Her style of play?" Mo Nan smiled slowly: "You mean the field of the left."
Huan Leng saw that his eyes were cold, knowing that he would not be happy if he said this: "She typed it before."
"Huan Leng." Mo Nan's voice dropped suddenly: "Is it easier for the latecomer to do anything? She has played it before, so what? It proves that she is better than my sister?"
Huan Leng lowered his eyes: "I didn't mean that."
"I know, everyone thinks so." The corners of Mo Nan's mouth hooked up again, feeling extremely angry: "Little facial paralysis is just the person who created the style of play, anyone can play it, people like to watch show off skills, and whoever is more show off will win." Who do you like more? There’s nothing wrong with that. Since my sister came back, she hasn’t played again, so people think Rookie Rising is more handsome and worth seeing than her.”
Hu Leng looked at him: "Mo Nan..."
"No one has ever cared about what she has done, or even what she has experienced in order to come back." Mo Nan continued to smile: "Fortunately, our games are never called to the guards, Huan Leng , you can wait, wait until a while later, when you go to Milan, my sister will definitely play the left domain again, when you have seen her, you will understand that the essence of the left domain is not just show skills .”
There are very few times when Huan Leng can't understand Mo Nan, but now, he doesn't understand where his uneasiness comes from.
Probably even when he was talking about such things, the person with a bit of a temper could already say something with a smile that was unacceptable before.
On the way to the championship, there is never a lack of ridicule.
It's just that sometimes I doubt it, a proof of self-worth.
Now he is firm enough, but that kind of firmness, I don't know why, Huan Leng actually saw the light imprinted in his eyes when the most brilliant fireworks were lit.
That will make people can't help but think about the darkness after burning out.
Thinking of this, Huan Leng stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Nan's wrist.
Mo Nan was puzzled: "What? Car sickness again? You have this problem since the youth training camp, and you haven't fixed it yet?"
As he spoke, he handed over his own water.
Huan Leng didn't answer, and his voice was calm: "You must win this game, Mo Nan, you promised me to go to the world competition together. We were not in the same team before, so you lost the promise first."
Mo Nan snorted: "Did you believe what I said to coax you back then? I thought you were burnt like that, but I didn't know it was me."
(end of this chapter)