Feng Nai stood there casually, with a lazy voice: "Is there a problem with higher technical content?"
The interview was conducted live.
This answer caused the barrage to fly: "My God K has started to mock again."
"Answer the question well, really, I, God K, are just so bad."
"Mvp should be my god, thank you."
The reporter seemed to be ready to be ridiculed, and continued: "The reason why I asked God K this question is because we have seen it just now. Whether it is the entrance or the number of kills, all your operations are beautiful for all to see. Watching the live broadcast Some fans also said that you should be the MVP of this game, after all, you did the damage, and Mo Beixiangnan just followed you to grab some kills."
Hearing this, Feng Nai's originally light-colored eyes seemed to be less distracted at last, and he turned his gaze over, with the same attitude: "Ask the question just now again."
"What's the problem? Ah!" The reporter reacted, still a little skeptical: "Who do you think should win the mvp this time?"
Feng Nai's eyes turned to the camera, and his face looked more handsome when he looked closer: "Mo Bei Xiang Nan."
The reporter paused, because the shock was too strong.
Feng Nai turned his eyes: "You don't ask why?"
The reporter said again: "Why?"
"It's so obvious, do you need me to explain it carefully?" Feng Nai said slowly, "Didn't you see that Yas's ADC was beaten by our support brother to doubt his life? Even the assassin on the opposite side was a little self-closing, and he was beaten wherever he went. restraint."
Reporter: ... Didn't you ask me why
"Also, head-grabbing? Who said that?" Feng Nai seemed to smile: "The person who said that shouldn't be very good at playing games. In the future, you can think about winning melons, raising frogs, and competing Don't play games like this."
Fans who got ridiculed: …
The reporter didn't want the scene to be too cold, so he immediately said: "It should be that everyone is not professional, so you can't tell. Hearing what God K said, Mo Beixiangnan should have played very well."
Feng Nai didn't answer and asked instead: "Did you watch the match just now?"
The reporter froze for a moment, nodded and shook his head again: "I didn't read all of them."
"Then you really don't realize how strong Mo Bei Xiangnan's support is." Feng Nai put his hands in his trouser pockets, and returned to a casual posture: "Precise positioning, perfect finishing, coordination The output, especially the last wave. The ultimate change, flash to resist the damage for me, this game, he deserves the mvp."
Not to mention the reporters, even the people who watched the live broadcast had never seen God K praise anyone so much.
The reporter finally found his own voice: "It's rare to hear God K praise people, today is really special."
"Did I exaggerate?" Feng Nai's voice was very weak: "It's just a fact."
reporter:…
This is not called boasting, so what is called boasting!
When Mo Bei walked over, this was what he heard. Changsheng stood there gracefully, looking at the person who was surrounded in the center like a superstar.
It really didn't occur to him that he would speak for her.
The reporter felt that this interview was completely out of routine: "Then in the eyes of God K, what shortcomings does Mo Beixiangnan have?"
"Him?" Feng Nai seemed to really think about it: "The cooking is delicious, the game is good, and it's pretty clean. It doesn't seem to have any shortcomings. If I have to say it, it's too attractive and troublesome."
Fans: ...
(end of this chapter)