"Who told you, it will get to that point."
Bang!
The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.
A slender and tall figure slowly walked in from outside the door.
His face was paler than ever, without a trace of blood, as if he had just stepped out of the ice and snow, his side face was sharp and handsome.
The gentle laziness of the past is gone, only a pair of eyes are left, so dark that there is no warmth.
And his hands were stained with blood.
Drop by drop, falling down the fingertips.
But he didn't seem to notice that he was injured at all, looking at the person who was still talking: "Who allowed you to make trouble so far?"
It was Feng Nai. He was still wearing a battle uniform that he hadn't changed in time. The black collar set off his facial features deeper, with a straight nose and extremely cold eyes.
He glanced sideways and looked at the man.
The man was shocked: "I mean, so many people outside are waiting for the result, and this is an international competition. As a professional player, you should consider your own reasons. The organizing committee will receive information about bey every day. According to the report, everyone thinks that Bey's hand speed is not suitable for participating in the competition. Even if our organizing committee regrets the talents, we must stick to principles. The national team depends on the strength. Do."
When Feng Nai heard this, his face was still very handsome, without the slightest expression.
He seemed to live like Mo Bei, but he was different from him.
Because of the arc drawn at the corner of the mouth: "Yes."
"Since it's so difficult to do, just announce that God Bey has retired." Feng Nai walked over, stood on the right side of Mo Bei, and said in a calm voice, "Why are you calling her over?"
The man wanted to say something.
Feng Nai interrupted him softly: "By the way, let me announce that I will also retire together."
That's it.
He said it calmly.
But it made the faces of the people sitting over there change.
You know, why there is such a great hope of winning this year, a large part of it is because of Feng Nai's presence, including why they would consider letting someone replace Bey on the field, it is also because of Feng Nai's presence.
In today's battle, many people know one thing, that is, Bey's left field is not impossible to replace.
Since Feng Nai can fight, that's enough.
Therefore, there will be such a result.
But now, he actually said that he was going to retire!
How could he retire regardless of anything
"You are the captain of the entire team!" Someone couldn't help but shouted: "How could you, how could you dare to retire because of such a trivial matter!"
Feng Nai couldn't help laughing, with pale fingertips hanging to one side: "Small things? Do you know what the little things you are talking about are to me? You have ruined my god, and you still want me to continue fighting for it Hehe, which one of you people here is worthy of me playing this game, and I don’t have any ac counts in my heart? Why did I become a professional player? I won and now I finally stand in this position. What is it for! It’s for, and She's together... that place, if you don't go with her, it's meaningless at all, and you don't want to press me with the responsibility of a professional player, I am born without a sense of responsibility."
"You, you..." The popular one couldn't speak at all, and turned to look at the old man standing in the center: "Mr. Xu, what should we do in this situation? We dare not offend Feng Shi, but the competition is coming soon , the captain abandons the game, what should we do?"
Before Mr. Xu could speak, another person tugged on the sleeve of his colleague: "I think this matter depends on how bey does it."
"How does bey do it?"
"Yes, look at Bey." As he said that, the man sighed: "Bey, you are also a memory of a generation. You are really willing to retire for you when King is so important because of personal relationship issues." ?”
Mo Bei didn't speak, and didn't even look at him. Since just now, her eyes have been on Feng Nai's hand.
"Bey, you have to think about it. King has really retired. Everyone will guess that he is for you. Do you think this is worthy of the people who have been persisting in the e-sports industry for a long time? Whether it is practitioners or those who Are you not afraid of the audience who want to see us win again? Bearing these infamy."
Feng Nai's eyes narrowed, they were so dark and cold, just when he was about to speak.
Someone grabbed her wrist, it was Mo Bei, she still didn't look at others, her voice was very calm: "Don't be afraid."
Those two words made everyone present dumbfounded.
Her voice is always cold: "I have already carried it."
I have already carried it.
With this sentence, even Xu Lao, who was about to speak, let go of the teacup in his hand.
Do what the two kids want.
The incident itself is absurd.
A group of people standing on the moral high ground, using the darkest and most subtle means to force useless people to retire, and then let the other person fight with all their strength
How can this be
Who is holding on? Who hasn't given up yet? And who chose to come back no matter what they encountered, the original intention remained the same, and only the heart was full of passion
He has also seen this child with a high-spirited look.
Now, standing here, she said: "I have already carried it."
"It's not bad this time." Mo Beiyu fell, and met everyone's eyes. The desolation in the eyes revealed a shocking aura: "Just come and scold."
The tone was uneven from beginning to end.
This made some uneasy and well-meaning people panic.
It also panicked those who simply wanted to win.
"Bey, even if you don't care, you still have to think about King, he is retiring now, it will affect him and the Feng family..."
Mo Bei interrupted the man's words: "If the place where I stand is hell, he will go there one step ahead to catch me. I want him to stand there cleanly, as long as he plays well. But you always don't allow it, don't you?"
"There must be some misunderstanding here, bey, you were not like this before, think about it when you were in the Imperial League, Qin Mo must have taught you to be responsible."
Mo Bei looked at him: "My teacher's wife did teach me to be responsible, but my master also told me that if someone makes you unhappy, just do as you like and let him die."
The man choked.
Elder Xu sighed: "Bei, come on, come over to my place."
Mo Bei would not disrespect Mr. Xu.
Feng Nai, on the other hand, didn't want to go there, his handsome face didn't recover much temperature, it was still pale and colorless, but it showed the unruliness in his bones that needed to be beaten.
Mo Bei held his hand to keep his hand from drooping, then took the man's wrist, took two steps forward, and stopped in front of the old man: "Old Xu."
(end of this chapter)