Mo Bei turned his face sideways, holding the little devil in one hand, and the other hand hanging on the side. The wind blowing in whizzed past, and gradually became a little cold with the sound of cars and people.
Her black hair was messed up, but it didn't affect the cleanliness of her face at all.
Only the arc of the chin can be seen faintly.
Pale and with other indescribable things.
No one could see her expression clearly.
She seemed to have thought about it for a long time, but it seemed that she hadn't thought about anything.
Almost a minute passed.
She just opened her mouth.
Just one question.
"Did my brother give me the chance of surgery?"
The voice was so soft that it could be blown away by the wind.
But those who know her well can tell that the breath inside is a little unstable.
There are very few things in this world that can make Mo Bei's breath uneasy.
Even at the border of the snow-capped mountains that never melted all year round, he was extremely uncomfortable, and he was still trying to complete the assigned task in the shortest possible time.
At that time, her painful forehead would sweat, but she was never unsteady.
The purpose is to go back to this place faster and faster.
Go back to the arena where you can play with that group.
How many times, this idea, supported in the depths of her heart, made her not reveal any weakness.
Today, her voice is a little hoarse.
She said, "An'an, don't lie to me."
Feiying froze over there, you must know that such a thing cannot be let bey know.
With her personality, if she knew that only one of the two could be selected for surgery, she would not accept it.
What's more, that person was Mo Nan.
Feiying looked at Little Devil Bo, this is Z's son, he must be good at comforting others, at least say something. , so that she can survive the test.
Little Demon Bo's hand was still in Mo Bei's palm. He raised his head, looking like a child, and his eyes were black and clear, but when he spoke, he looked like a gentleman: "Yes."
Two words, no denial at all.
Flying Eagle in a fluffy coat really wanted to drag the child over to let him talk properly. If it wasn't the little devil, he would have threatened him a long time ago.
The appearance of Little Demon Bo left a deep impression on him, so he ordered a takeaway and was tied up behind his back in a daze.
Feiying didn't want to go through this kind of thing again.
But it's better to say something casually than to just throw the word "yes" in the past.
Mo Bei looked at him, his eyes deepened and deepened.
After being quiet for more than ten seconds, Little Demon Bo opened his mouth: "Sister Bei, do you want to give up? Give up the chance of surgery and let Brother Nan heal his hands."
There were too many emotions in Mo Beiyi's eyes.
Little Devil Bo seemed to be stating the facts: "So what if you let him do it, he has already retired."
"Sister Bei." There was tenderness in the little devil's voice: "He cut off your retreat and blocked thousands of troops there just for the sake of a possibility. You should know better than anyone else."
Mo Bei's hands were clenched tightly, and the tight palms were full of crescent moons.
"Can't you bear it?" Bo Xiaogui slowly let go of her hand: "If so, I will use other methods to make those people shut up."
Mo Bei looked back and pulled the scarf up: "Let's go to the organizing committee."
Just, just go to the organizing committee? Really not participating
Feiying looked uncomfortable and wanted to touch some data.
Little Devil Bo tilted his head: "You stay here because you want to be captured by those people sent by my scumbag?"
Feiying has always acted according to his own preferences. He raised his head and looked at the figure.
At the subway entrance, the wind was blowing, and the man remained silent all the way.
No one could really see Mo Bei's expression clearly.
What's more, she didn't know how hard every step she took from here was.
When he was young, he said, my sister is better than me, let my sister go.
When he grew up, he said, you know what, my sister is a genius jungler, you guys are all scumbags.
Later, he said, little face paralyzed, you have to go forward, don't look back, don't worry, my brother is here.
In order to keep her qualification, he stood there vigorously, even when facing the camera, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
He said: "I, Mo Nan, will officially retire from today and will never play again."
Mo Bei bowed his head and pulled up the scarf.
"His hand deserves it all."
"No matter how you say it, there are 0 kills and 6 deaths."
"It's okay for others, Mo Nan, why did you make it to the finals?"
These voices, they let her take them as a passing cloud.
impossible.
Never possible.
Mo Bei looked down the building. Because of her arrival, some people who were going to interview the organizing committee were surrounded.
"Bey! It's bey!"
Someone ran over there with a microphone in his hand.
"Bey, you can't keep up with your hand speed, what do you think about this?"
"Is your personal interests more important, or team awareness?"
"Some people say that if you really love this profession, you would have retired a long time ago. After all, whoever does it will win. This is going to go outside to play games. Winning is the most important thing. Have you ever considered this kind of statement? How about giving up the position automatically?"
Every question, when it comes to you abruptly.
Mo Bei raised his eyes, the sockets of which were red a moment ago, but now there was nothing in them.
Then, she smiled, with a wanton expression on her face that had never been seen before.
"why are you laughing?"
The person who was near was shocked by this smile.
Mo Bei paced closer, his eyes fixed on the big screen put on by the organizing committee.
That was the scene when the Imperial League won the championship.
Before the light shines, we all have to accept the embarrassment and difficulty in front of us, even the slander and calculation.
Even if you tell yourself so.
The strength of the hand will still increase uncontrollably, and even the voice has a sense of oppression.
"You never know what I rely on to support me to get here."
"Mo Nan's name, have you heard of it?"
The people who interviewed her were all at a loss. What they asked was whether she would voluntarily retire for the sake of the overall situation, and Bey suddenly asked Monan what to do.
"God Bey, don't change the subject. I usually like to watch your videos, so I want to ask you on behalf of the fans. In this situation, should you take the initiative to retire? The fans think you are too tired. If the hand is not suitable for hitting again, don't talk about such a trivial matter as who Mo Nan is."
Mo Bei looked at her hand, and she relaxed her strength: "Small things?"
"The most important thing now is the Milan competition. If you are here, it may affect the overall strength of the team. After all, your hand speed has already..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Bei interrupted: "Want to know?"
The man nodded.
Mo Bei's voice was still weak: "You said just now that you replaced the fans?"
"Dimension fan." The man said with a serious face: "After all, you were once the heir of the Dimension."
Mo Bei took a step closer: "Is it a title for you? Self-proclaimed, can you count as a Dimension fan?"
The man had indeed never been in contact with those people before, and after a change in expression, he said again: "Even if I am a spectator watching the game, you should be worthy of it. Your original intention to play the game, not to mention that it is related to our external record."
"My original intention to play the game..." Mo Bei stood up straight, with his hands in his trouser pockets. At that moment, there was a wind blowing, and his hair was messy. It was a handsome face with a clear and restrained restraint, and thin pale lips. The words are full of black material: "People like you don't deserve to know."
The whole place was a little bombed.
"What does she mean?"
"Don't you know what's going on now?"
"I'm really convinced, how can I be so crazy."
"I used to sell some cool and cold school girls, I want to boycott her."
The sound swept along with the shooting.
Mo Bei didn't look away, she walked past the man and walked directly towards the revolving glass door.
Little Devil Bo followed behind her, and instead of going in immediately, he stopped beside the person just now.
That person was still pointing his fingers out of anger, and he didn't forget to say to the colleague next to him: "This kind of person is not worthy of being a professional player at all. Which professional player is like her, only thinking about his own self-interest!"
Little Devil Bo didn't hesitate, and stepped on it, his face was fair and dignified.
The man was about to curse in pain, but the one who bowed his head was a child.
The little devil moved his feet away.
The man narrowed his eyes: "Where is the brat, if the parents don't care, let me take care of you."
Before he raised his hand to grab someone.
A black shadow over there grabbed his wrist, and his eyes were so cold that he could freeze people.
Little Devil Bo didn't look at him, like a little blood-sucking prince with oriental blood in the 19th century: "This guy just used the Dimension, charged according to commercial charges, calculate the price for him, if he doesn't want to give it, throw it to my scumbag father Said that he confessed to my mommy, thinking that my mommy should be with him instead of marrying Qin Mo."
That person: ... When did he say that! etc! Qin, Qin, Qin Mo? !
"Please, sir, the young master has re-registered the right to use the Diamond League, and you...need to pay."
It's come to this point, it's not as simple as paying. Mr. Qin couldn't bear it when he heard such words. Sure enough, the young master wanted to make this person die a miserable death.
It really should be cured, the mouth is so short~
At this time, if you are stuck here, you just want a result. No one will look forward to Mo Bei's good, that's for sure.
Topics, popularity, including the strongest team they want.
Feiying followed Mo Bei all the way.
Sometimes he really wanted her to just be like him, be a hacker, have a good time, how could there be so many things.
Use Mo Nan's surgery opportunity to exchange for his own.
How did she accept it.
The elevator is going up.
until the top stops.
Then someone came out to greet him: "Is Mo Bei Xiangnan? This way please, I am sent by Mr. Xu to wait for you. The situation inside is a bit complicated."
As he said that, he looked behind Mo Bei, only seeing a person in a down jacket, and didn't see the familiar figure, so he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Young Master Feng, are you here?"
If Young Master Feng was here, the situation might be a little more friendly to Miss Mo.
The fact that Young Master Feng didn't come means that he didn't care about it and let the organizing committee decide
That…
(end of this chapter)