There will always be regrets, but today's game is worth it.
He nodded to Mo Bei, and then met Feng Nai's eyes, such a cold and cold person, since just now, he has a lively look.
As for the blood stains on his palm, he won't mention it...
The scene of the two teams shaking hands with each other was broadcast live simultaneously. This was probably the most time-consuming handshake procedure.
But the viewing volume has remained high, and many former people have returned.
After looking at it twice, they said to their wives, "The teams we liked before were all like this."
"fine."
Respect each other, regardless of success or failure, it only depends on who is the hero.
The spirit of e-sports also conveys this point.
The commentators all came all the way to meet the Heiyan team, with bright smiles on their faces.
Not without miscellaneous voices.
It is also said on the barrage.
"Although Hei Yan won, but Bey's hand should not be suitable for playing again."
"If such a player joins the National Team, it will really be difficult for us to fight against others."
"Now it's just a domestic trial, and she can't take it anymore. I really feel sorry for her when I go outside. I think for her sake, let her retire when she is now honored."
"Nothing is as important as her hands."
There will be many voices.
Or worry, or consider reality.
There are also those who don't want her to show up.
"If she goes abroad and loses, it means that the Dimension has lost. The things my Dimension won back then cannot be destroyed in her hands. As a Dimension fan, I hope Bey can think about it carefully, really for the Dimension Alright, don't fight any more."
"I really hope that God Z can come back."
"This bey drama is too much."
Words like these don't go away.
As the best player, Feng Nai was also asked this question during an interview.
"Hei Yan won, everyone is really happy, especially God K's Longkeng Tianxiu, Left Field, which makes people's blood boil. I heard that it is because of this, the organizing committee also decided that if they play overseas , it is up to you to lead everyone to win higher honors. If this is the case, as the captain of the national team, what do you think of Mo Bei's current state? Can she withstand such a high-intensity game? Is her hand speed good? Follow up?"
Feng Nai's previous question only answered three or four words.
Someone was waiting for him outside, and just now he was holding him like a child, and some hallucinations were completely suppressed.
At this time, something appeared in his eyes, black like mist that could not be dispersed.
"You ask me so much, what do you want to do?"
The host paused: "If God K is not easy to answer, we can change some questions, but this is indeed what everyone cares about."
"There's nothing hard to answer." Feng Nai stood up and looked at the camera: "She hurt her hand, so she deserves it? I haven't received the news that the organizing committee asked me to be the captain, but if someone comes to talk to me, I will tell them that if the captain is Bey, I want to win a higher honor, now, do you understand?"
When the polite Sven said these words.
It will only make the back of the neck feel cold to those who listen.
Feng Nai was very close to the host, and his breath floated like a dark night: "There are a lot of question cards, for the sake of click rate, you really dare to ask anything.",
That person was a little flustered, she couldn't get used to Bey, and this was indeed what everyone cared about, she just changed the question up, is God K crazy? Just say that in public.
"On the field just now, I seemed to play too mildly. How about applying that style of play in real life?" Feng Nai said slowly, "What do you girls care about most? No, I should say what you care about most ? This face? CTR? Or climb up?”
The hostess' back was stiff.
The camera has been turned off, but his voice is right next to her ears, like a murderer, it sounds nice but it's terrifying.
People looked at Feng Nai sideways, wanting to tell the assistant beside him something.
A figure walked over there, holding a corn cup in his hand. After the game, the weather was cold, and he wore a scarf around his uniform. He was as cold as snow floating outside.
She came over with a very calm mood: "Eat first."
Feng Nai raised his eyes, and the hostility in his eyes disappeared slightly.
Over there, Mo Bei had already held his hand, whether it was intentional or unintentional, every time he held the one without blood, and then put the corn cup in his palm: "Put it down a little bit!" , or your stomach will hurt again, this is over, and I will take you to eat something else."
The corn cup is still hot, holding it in the palm of the hand, when the temperature diffuses, it is enough to make people awake.
Feng Nai curled her thin lips and said nothing, but it could be seen that the result of this kind of treatment would only deepen the rage.
Mo Bei met his eyes and sighed: "Want to teach her a lesson?"
The hostess just wanted to laugh because of this sentence, but there was another meaning on her face.
Mo Bei turned sideways and said, "How about sitting up, your director's co-pilot?"
The hostess suddenly turned pale, and looked at the camera next to her. Seeing that the camera was not turned on, she argued, "What are you talking about?"
"His wife seems to be looking for you all the time. I'm not sure who it is." Mo Bei's dark eyes didn't change at all, and he just looked at her so clearly: "Can I inform you?"
The hostess was very stubborn, and looked back and forth twice: "I have no idea what you are talking about."
Mo Bei copied his trouser pocket with one hand, took out his mobile phone, and opened the album page. There was a photo in it: "Just take a look at it, and save it for this time."
The hostess really panicked at this moment, her eyes were wandering, and her face was even pale. She was really scared. If people knew about this, if that tigress came to work again, she would How to be seen as a joke! That dominatrix will definitely go to heaven, she has seen her pull other people's hair, she must not be like that!
The hostess looked at Mo Bei again: "It's all a misunderstanding, God Bey, really, I just asked a few questions, God K probably misunderstood me, I actually..."
"I heard your questions." Mo Bei looked at her: "He didn't misunderstand. He wants to make himself safer. Get out now."
Mo Beishun withdrew his hand, with a clear profile, as if he was stating something that couldn't be more normal: "Get out now, I won't send it, if we continue talking, I will send it to the other party, and by the way, email your entire company .”
(end of this chapter)