In an instant.
All sounds fell silent.
Mo Nan turned around very slowly, and what he saw was Huan Leng's swaying eyes.
"Feel sorry."
He's saying sorry.
Didn't stick with it.
I'm really sorry.
That was probably the only thing left for that person.
Huan Leng clenched and clenched his hands, even wanting to hold him down, asking, what was the matter with agreeing to him.
But he couldn't ask.
Until now, he can still see the man's hanging right hand, with the fingertips shaking.
A pale face, still smiling.
Mo Nan knew that he shouldn't stay with this person for another quarter of an hour.
It's because, some people, if you look at it more, you will regret it.
If I could do it all over again.
He will definitely be friends with him when he is in the youth training camp.
Mo Nan withdrew his gaze from Huan Leng's body, and looked at those stunned faces: "As you wish, there are two places for the red team. If this is the case, then there is no need to continue the competition."
If so, it's acceptable... people are still looking at each other.
Over there, Mo Nan approached the shady person again, slamming each word, with a fresh voice: "I can retire, but you also remember, the data on the screen, three mvp, the most damage in the game, single The person who enters the jungle alone and turns the whole battle situation around, she has never had the backstage you mentioned. She stands here and walks step by step. She should have gone to the arena that belongs to her. Let me hear that your guess is distorted, and I will beat you all over the floor, after all, I am no longer a professional player."
At the end of the sentence, he tugged hard on the listing card on his chest, smiling wickedly, like a raging fire.
Huan Leng watched from the side, and already guessed why he did this.
What else can make a person who likes playing games so much give up the possibility of touching his dreams.
The only thing is that he decided to give this dream to the little facial paralysis that he must bring with every sentence.
Huan Leng still remembered that when this guy was in the youth training camp, it snowed heavily that day, and the cold man didn't want to reach out.
At that time, Mo Nan didn't have a mobile phone, so he went to the supermarket outside, and when he made a call back, his whole body was cold from the cold, and he still said to him: "I have to make a good call, it seems that I was on camera last time, and my sister saw it, Damn! Huan Leng, look at me, tell me seriously, how was my performance last time."
At that time, he didn't bother to talk to him.
Mo Nan snorted: "Even if we're not friends, let's look down and see you. Let's evaluate your opponent and let you evaluate. Hurry up."
"You asked me to evaluate my performance in the last game?" Huan Leng asked slowly.
Mo Nan kept nodding there. He was quite a tempered person, wearing a plush hat, and he didn't know which little girl he was pulling: "Speak, be honest."
"I was the one who won the fucking game last time, and you asked me to judge you?"
The memory is deep, because it was the first time he brought such helpless dirty words with someone.
The man was there, and he laughed hahaha: "Then I'm pretty handsome, and I didn't embarrass my sister. You don't have a sister at first glance. It's impossible for a person with a sister to be so cold. You must have never felt it when you were young." Love it, sorry, let me tell you, I will definitely win the championship in the future, I have promised my sister, I will definitely not lose to you, you see we both have different starting points, you... "
Him at that time.
I just want to kick this girl-picking maniac out of the dormitory.
can now.
He wanted to tell him not to give up, but he could only grab his sleeve.
Moran.
Moran...
(end of this chapter)