Only after playing, will you know that what Bey said is correct.
Huan Leng didn't speak any more.
Adolf put down the bitter gourd juice in his hand, looked up blankly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The person in the center of the topic sits in a stable position, but those eyes have never moved away from Mo Bei's body, and the cool eyes seem to have been put into something, deep, clear, and hard to see.
No one could see what Feng Nai was thinking.
For Bey, it is inappropriate for anyone to be so sure that he is the key to the Huaxia team's victory.
But after going through so many 1v1 games, Adolf also changed his mind. He swallowed: "Let's not talk about old K, God Bey, how long have you been planning this?"
Mo Bei lowered his eyes: "The first day in Heiyan."
As soon as this sentence came out, not only Adolf, but even Teng Hui and the others paused.
Adolf's eyes trembled: "You weren't the replacement Mo Nan at that time..."
"If it were my brother, he would do the same." Mo Bei's tone was very light, as if stating a fact: "What he wants has always been to play in the World Championship."
Huan Leng stopped, and lowered his eyes.
Adolf glanced at his captain, and decisively changed the subject: "Then, do you know the shortcomings of each of us?"
Mo Bei took a sip of water, and said in a flat voice, "Basically understand."
Adolf muttered, "Damn it, it's a good thing I didn't meet you during the national competition. It's too scary, and I know each of us thoroughly."
Mo Bei looked at him: "Ye Bing, TY can do this."
heard the words.
There was silence at the table.
It is because they have never analyzed the gap between them and the world's top teams so thoroughly before.
No one wants to admit that they are weak.
But in the field of e-sports, not making progress sometimes means regressing.
This is Milan, win or lose.
They can't be the same anymore!
What others can do, they can too.
If the previous thinking was wrong, then smash and reshape, just give them a little more time!
"That's right, I'm starting to reflect." Zhao Sanpang, who came back with the beef, stood outside the door with a naughty smile, and turned his head to look at Feng Yi: "Feng Hu, we can't neglect these bastards." Hurry up and practice, output, crazy output!"
Feng Yi, who was dressed in a neat suit, only glanced at his nephew, then stretched out his hand to push the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Someone trains alone."
"That's for sure, that nephew of yours is completely black, full of bad water, and doesn't know what's hidden. You really have to see where his limit is." Zhao Sanpang laughed more and more ruffian: "Since our little They all believe that he is the secret weapon, so you have to listen to it no matter what."
Feng Yi took off his glasses and wiped them twice: "Fat God, public revenge is not advisable."
"Why do I call this public revenge?" Zhao Sanpang said maliciously, "I call it special love for special people."
Feng Yi also knew that his nephew was in their circle, and the hatred value was already full, after all, he stole their group favorite.
He doesn't care about anything else.
However, there is one thing that needs to be paid attention to. Feng Yi checked the pockets of his trousers and looked at the interview car parked downstairs.
Little Demon Bo pushed the dining car over and took a look outside, but from a different angle. He wanted to point his toes to look at it. After looking, his eyes darkened: "Those people called here."
(end of this chapter)