The other players looked at each other in blank dismay, lowering their voices.
"Bey actually cooperates with others to take pictures like this?"
"Didn't she say she doesn't like fans?"
"Is that sugar in her hand?"
"Should bey not eat sugar?"
Just when people are talking.
Mo Bei peeled off the sugar skin and raised his hand.
Feng Nai, who was looking sideways at her, raised his eyebrows, his eyes were unclear.
Mo Bei's expression was clear: "Here you are."
Feng Nai smiled suddenly, and leaned over to bite the lemon candy, with a wicked look on his handsome face: "Boyfriend?"
"Yes." Mo Bei looked serious. After feeding, he picked up his shoulder bag, took a carbon pen, and went to fill out the form.
Feng Nai, on the other hand, chewed candy between his white teeth, met the gaze with his black eyes, and smiled slightly, with a loose voice: "She likes to call me her boyfriend when she meets people, you just need to get used to it."
Cat, Cat and Bear: …
Teng Hui: ...
Other Pros:…
Little Devil Bo wore a small beret, raised his hand and lowered the brim of the hat, and smiled coldly: "Where's your face?"
Feng Nai glanced at him, and attributed all such behaviors to envy, jealousy and hatred.
Why should he care about a child.
The other pros looked up at the planes taking off. They really needed to get used to it, and it was nothing like the overseas expedition they imagined.
Only Zhao Sanpang stood there, his eyes full of memories.
He watched Mo Bei walk by, and suddenly remembered that the little facial paralysis was like this at that time.
Talk less, eyes are cruel, those eyes are clean and stubborn.
Now, she is so big.
Laughing still can't laugh, but the back view still hasn't changed.
Qin Xinji, Little Spade, Luo Luo, Captain...
Zhao Sanpang closed his eyes fiercely, and then opened them again!
"Milan, here we come."
This sentence made Mo Bei's pen tip pause, and the leaning backpack drooped down.
The sky at Capital Airport is endlessly blue.
Line up, check in, board the plane.
The contestants are all arranged together, and the flight time of more than ten hours must be prepared in advance.
Feng Nai received the most attention undoubtedly.
As the captain of the team, his current state will always make people who are not in the black inflammation state worry at ease.
Although some professional players didn't say it explicitly, the vague atmosphere could be felt.
Zhao Sanpang will not solve this kind of thing. After all, in the e-sports field, strength is king, and if you want to convince others, you have to make achievements.
Everyone knows the truth.
But two or three people who asked to go to the bathroom midway would always have a chat.
"We arrived in Milan, how did we play the first game?"
There are many people and there are many queues.
After hearing this sentence, Huang Mao put away the phone.
"The Fat God will arrange it, that's not what we should worry about."
"I'm afraid of a round trip, and I'm not reconciled. After all, King's state is very likely to... "
"do not talk."
Someone tugged at his sleeve.
Huangmao looked back.
Apart from the people in the same cabin behind him, there was also a figure standing out from the crowd. I don't know if he heard it. After all, after putting on the hat, only the white and beautiful chin could be seen on that face.
The whole person is still the same, lazy and expensive, not close to strangers.
"King." Huang Mao took a deep breath, extremely embarrassed, wishing to disappear when he was wronged.
Feng Nai's eyes were dark and unpredictable, and he looked out of the cabin, not knowing what he was thinking.
In fact, he didn't care about these things.
However, a sentence kept popping up in my mind.
"Bey is standing by your side, you can ask her what she has paid for this championship."
(end of this chapter)