The eSports King’s Crush

Chapter 21: Brother Nan can answer questions!

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In a tiny apartment.

Mo Bei was putting his hands behind his back, applying medicine to himself.

It's not that serious, it's just that he will join the team in a few days.

After becoming a public figure, such fights cannot be repeated.

Therefore, the school affairs must be settled clearly before that.

I don't know why that k dared to participate in this group fight.

Oh yes, he was wearing a mask.

Mo Bei's face was cold, and no one would understand how he wanted to fight with the captain before joining the team.

However, probably that person was more than she just wanted to hit someone.

This is what Mo Bei saw when he turned on a live broadcast when he wanted to know more about the Black Flame team.

King has a lot of fans.

Many people on the replay barrage are calling for their husband.

Of course, the most important thing is that someone is asking how the injury on the corner of his mouth came about.

Mo Bei naturally saw the man's cold eyes after hearing this question.

It seems that it is not over yet.

Mo Bei thought this way, the effect of the medicine came up, and he fell asleep half lying on the sofa, with black broken hair falling down, covering her clear side face.

the next day.

Feng Nai was trained.

Although the person who trained him sounded more like pleading: "K, God K, I lost, I have been bombarded by the media since yesterday, and everyone is asking me, what is the injury on your face?" What happened, could it really be..."

"He was beaten up." Feng Nai cut off the words, shaking the mouse in his hand.

The man choked,

Feng Nai turned his face, chuckled, and took a cigarette in his mouth: "What? Don't believe it?"

"It's a little dreamy." The man murmured, and suddenly said seriously: "God K, our team relies on your face to get sponsors, and if the media finds out that you fight, they will definitely catch you Don't let this matter go."

Feng Nai stood up, brushed the soot off his battle uniform, his legs were slender, and his eyes were cold: "Correct me, it's not a fight, it's self-defense, didn't I tell you, I was the one who was beaten?"

You can't tell from your expression at all, you are the one who was beaten, and now you look like you won't get back, I have your last name!

"It's time, go to class, when will my new assistant come?" Feng Nai asked casually.

The man began to look down at the documents: "It is said that it will be reported next week."

Feng Nai turned his eyes.

The man misunderstood, and continued automatically: "I don't know the name, age, and gender yet, and the new assistant seems to be more introverted."

"Forget it." Feng Nai withdrew his gaze, the little brother who was facing the pit, should be able to tell who the opponent is by looking at his style of play today.

It's a pity that Mo Bei doesn't go online every day.

Mo Bei didn't have any serious high school experience.

She went to a technical school in Jiangcheng.

Worried that the courses here will be different, I read the book in advance.

After all, in the competition, if you fail any subject, you will be disqualified.

So when she picked up the carbon pen and answered the monthly exam paper.

Zhao Jianjian was shocked again!

Brother Nan was actually writing the questions seriously, without sleeping, scratching, or throwing the dice!

Let me just say that throwing dice to answer questions is a feature of No. 2 Middle School.

There are four options a, b, c, and d, bought by a certain treasure, and if you encounter a question you don’t know, choose which one you miss.

This is still the trend brought up by their Brother Nan, why now... Zhao Jianjian held the dice in his hand, and then looked at the noble and indifferent Brother Nan next to him.

(end of this chapter)