Seeing this, Zhao Sanpang was not in a hurry, and stood up straight, with his hands behind his back: "Oh, I'm suddenly thirsty."
Feng Nai didn't talk too much, got up, walked to the bar, handed over a bottle of sparkling water, and said in a calm voice, "I've watched the competition back then, Fat God is no better than Qin God, but the degree of meticulousness of thought is different."
Listening to these words positively and negatively, one can hear two meanings.
But Zhao Sanpang loves to listen to the positive: "Do you also think that Qin Xinji won by means? He has vision!"
Hearing this, the little demon Bo, who was passing by with the dinner cart, shook his little head, straightened his little chef's hat, and had nothing to say.
Over there, Zhao Sanpang had already started to confide in Feng Nai, and Qin Mo would be mentioned in two of the three sentences.
Feng Nai reminded him: "You just said that when Mo Bei was young."
Zhao Sanpang let out a hey: "Boy, what are you in a hurry for? Don't you have to talk about it from beginning to end? Well, you fat man, I think you have a good attitude, so I will tell you secretly."
Feng Nai sat there, seemingly indifferent, but his body turned sideways.
Zhao Sanpang smiled, and looked far away: "You should know that when the little facial paralysis played professionally, she was not yet an adult. At that time, she was small and very personable, and she liked to wear a baseball cap. Behind the group of us, there was a kid who didn't talk much, had no expression on his face, and looked rather dumb."
"Stay?" Feng Nai raised his eyebrows unexpectedly as he looked at the figure who couldn't hide his handsome body even though he was wearing earphones.
Zhao Sanpang also looked over: "Yeah, dumbfounded, she looks like a child, but in fact, she was just a child at that time, she was just that young, and she didn't care about playing games, where there is no money to play games." Wherever it is, it doesn't matter which way the pawn line is, as long as it wins, she doesn't care about other people's microphones, as if she has a small world."
"In the end, she was complained by teammates, friends and enemies, and the official emails were sent to her master. The reason was that the player's gameplay was special and exceeded the system's detection, so she asked her to play in a different way."
"At the beginning, she was banned, but Little Facial Paralyzed didn't take it seriously. Later, wherever she went, there would be supervisors in that district, and they would go in to guard the current round of rankings. Little Facial Paralyzed probably died in the end. She lost two games to her master. I lost two fights to Qin Xinji to prove that I am not dead."
"It's really interesting."
Zhao Sanpang took a sip of water when he said this.
"At that time, the whole base was bustling with activity, and the little facial paralysis often wrote letters. Every time she was banned, she would write letters and send them to the mail."
Feng Nai looked sideways: "Write a letter?"
"That's right." Zhao Sanpang suddenly got excited: "Actually, to tell you the truth, big nephew, Lin Feng and I have always thought that Little Facial Paralysis should have a childhood sweetheart. You have a lot of eyes, and you help analyze and analyze it. You see How can a child with facial paralysis who only cares about learning and games since he was a child and has few facial expressions, write letters patiently and seriously, saying that they are for friends in the country, isn’t it amazing?”
Feng Nai slowly narrowed his eyes, but nothing was revealed on his face, his handsome face was still stained with evil spirits: "It's just a passerby who came here for fun, why is Fat God calling him a childhood sweetheart? "
"Passerby?" Zhao Sanpang's spirit of gossip is immortal: "Passerby will be treated like this? Write the letter by hand, every letter is waiting for the courier to collect it, seriously, and she is just such a little partner , the feelings must be extraordinary!"
(end of this chapter)