"So, what are you going to do?" Feng Nai turned his eyes away, and casually smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case, his voice was still calm: "I'm different from him, I can't play games, and I don't like to play such small games Children's games."
"This is not a game for children." Mo Bei lowered his eyes, took the cigarette out of his hand, and lowered his figure a little: "You probably don't have time to smoke, look at the screen, here."
Feng Nai looked at his hand that was held down again, and frowned.
You never know what your teammates are doing when they are ranked.
In the game, the mage watched his jungler walk slowly there at first, and then he seemed to be able to play blue buffs, but he was a little unskilled.
"In this game, economy is king. As a jungler, you have to eat money quickly." Mo Bei glanced at the jungle area: "The mobs narrated by the river have also eaten, and the jungler on the other side should be trying to catch people at this time. You just lost a round of economy, entered his red zone, and ate his beasts."
Probably when Mo Bei was holding Feng Nai's hand to operate, he encountered the team's voice.
This sentence explains.
It wasn't just Feng Nai who heard it.
Even teammates can hear it.
moment.
The news in the team exploded.
"What do you mean?! After a long time of arguing, I don't know how to fight at all."
"Fuck, my promotion match."
"What kind of players are they? Surrender, speed up."
When Mo Bei saw these words, there was no wave on his face.
Instead, he pulled Feng Nai up and let him sit in his seat.
"You play this one, use your big move, and just follow me all the time."
Big move
Feng Nai studied it.
As for why he did the research, since he was sitting at this position, he could see her clear side face just by turning his eyes.
so serious
It was just a game.
Feng Nai didn't care at all.
But inexplicably, after seeing her eyes, he wanted to shut up those who were still talking.
Mo Bei's hand was still injured, and his hand speed must not be as fast as before.
But Mo Bei has always been in a stream of consciousness and will judge the opponent's position.
After all, this is not a professional game, but also a middle game.
Mo Bei would switch places with Feng Nai because of these factors.
It shouldn't be a big problem.
But teammates don't think so.
In this case, it is indeed a bit of a collapse.
The shooter started to talk: "I chose the jungler when I first came up, and even said that I need to make up for support. Dragons don't even look at it, and they don't even know how to catch individuals."
Team news.
Feng Nai could also see that his pale eyes were a little cold at this moment.
He doesn't like it, these people are long-winded.
The shooter has something to say.
Mo Bei glanced at the map: "Feng Nai, come here."
full name
The person who was called did not refuse.
Mo Bei pulled his vision again: "Big move, come up." '
Feng Nai wanted to press the big move, but he couldn't after all. After the big move was pressed, it didn't achieve the expected effect because the distance was not enough.
After seeing this scene, Mo Bei turned his eyes to that overly handsome face again.
The thin lips were slightly pursed, and the eyes were slightly hostile. They were still handsome and unconventional, and even the arc of the chin was as white as if immersed in the light.
Probably never thought about anything.
The number one jungler in the whole server, K God, will lose his skills when playing support.
Also, no one would know the expression on his face after he lost all his skills.
Mo Bei saw all of this, couldn't hold back, rolled his eyes, and then took two steps back: "This distance should be enough, come up?"
(end of this chapter)