Mo Bei was called over by the club.
Probably means that the impact is not good.
"Be careful in the future. If you continue like this, no one can protect you. In the circle, it's better to restrain your temper, because things like taking pictures and sending fans to the police station should not happen again in the future. It will cause resentment."
There is no way to explain it like this.
Sometimes, you clearly know what's going on, but in the face of deliberate public opinion, you can only make compromises.
"The next game, you don't want to play, think about it."
The club manager sighed.
Hei Yan has many substitute players.
Mo Beixiangnan is a good seedling.
It's a pity that this is already the case, so we can only deal with the matter coldly.
Mo Bei didn't say much. Her lower abdomen was still hurting. After she came out of the club, she went back to the apartment.
There was cold sweat on his forehead, and he took a painkiller before falling asleep.
Probably that's the difference.
A game is no longer a game.
Instead, think about your audience, what they want to see.
It's really ridiculous.
Mo Bei slept deeply this time.
There is no need to compare the next game, and it happens to be able to wait at home until the manager passes.
It's just that, as the club manager said, many people don't want to see Mo Beixiangnan play again.
From their point of view, this person played too much.
Treat fans too harshly.
Mo Bei had already thought of the consequences when he did this.
But compared to being scolded, in her heart, Yun Shen's safety is more important than anything else.
So, nothing.
On the contrary, Nailin couldn't see his little brother being attacked like this, so she secretly decided to seek help.
"Mom, do you have Uncle's phone number?" Xiao Nailin widened her eyes.
Madam Feng lowered her eyes: "Why did you think of asking for your uncle's phone number?"
"Didn't uncle be an agent before?" Nailin's eyes were dark and moist: "Even my elder brother has an agent, but my younger brother doesn't even have an agent. If something happens, he can only be scolded." , I want to help my little brother find an agent."
Mrs. Feng smiled: "You have a good idea, but your uncle won't agree. He doesn't bring anyone, not even your brother. Do you think he will agree to bring others?"
"Why didn't you bring someone with you?" Nailin didn't understand.
Mrs. Feng squinted her eyes: "Because the Dimension is disbanded, there is no point for him to be a broker anymore. The business of the Feng family abroad must be taken care of by him. Do you think your cousin still has time to be a broker? He I probably don’t even watch e-sports games now.”
"Is that so..." Xiao Nailin poked her own cheek, with disappointment in her eyes.
Mrs. Feng patted his head: "It is still possible to hire a manager at home, don't worry, your little brother is not so easily defeated, isn't your brother still there?"
"Yeah." Nailin nodded heavily, and went back to her room to play for a while, but still felt that she wanted to ask his uncle for help, so she sent the video of him playing games with her little brother to his uncle in the mailbox.
Of course, it was all done with the help of Lao Wang. Xiao Nailin just hopes that others can know that his little brother deserves the best, even the manager.
After all, he is the president of the little brother's fan club, so he has to try something.
In the afternoon, Black Flame Base.
"Prohibition?" Feng Nai played with the silver lighter in his hand, suddenly smiled, and mocked unchangingly: "Why?"
(end of this chapter)