Listening to the voice over there, Mo Bei's eyes became darker and darker.
Because after Mo Nan finished talking about that, he asked her: "How have you been for the past two days, are you used to it? I watched K's live broadcast before, and now I feel relieved. I was worried that you would be..."
Having said that, Mo Nan paused for a moment, did not continue, but changed the subject: "My sister is still the best, the universe is invincible and handsome."
Mo Bei knew what he was about to finish, and was worried that she would be rejected by her teammates.
Probably so.
It doesn't matter how others judge.
If even teammates are framed.
No one can win.
Because here, as long as you put on a layer of skin, you can splash water wantonly.
People will feel adoration, some people will think that it is a revelation.
After all, Mo Nan lost.
So, she wants to win it back.
A lot of things, there will be a lot of words.
Only win, no.
Mo Bei raised his eyes, looked at himself in the mirror, and was about to speak.
I heard Mo Nantu say over there: "By the way, what's wrong with your hand, I've been with mom all day today, and I dare not open the Internet. In order to prevent mom from seeing you, I took her to the temple. I’ve been taking pictures all the time, and the rebroadcast hasn’t come out yet, so I can see a small clip of you, isn’t your shoulder injury serious?”
"No." Mo Bei's voice was light: "It will be healed tomorrow, but it's your hand. What's the situation now, what does the doctor say?"
Mo Nan paused for a while, and then quickly said: "You don't have to worry about me if you say that you will raise it again. You should help me think about how to deal with this chef competition. Is it too late for me to learn how to cook now? ?”
"It's too late." Mo Bei punctured his fantasy: "As soon as you cook, Mom will see that it's not me."
Mo Nan stood up and frowned: "Why did I forget this, what should I do then?"
"Buy me a wig." Mo Bei's eyes narrowed: "I'll go back, brother, come here."
Mo Nan's beautiful and unruly face was a little stiff; "Yes, in the past?"
"That's right." Mo Bei's tone was light: "I couldn't leave the base that day, and I had to complete the basic training. Brother, it's okay for your hands to do this kind of intensity training. As long as you talk less that day, don't put insoles. won't be recognized."
Heightening insoles... After Mo Nan was silent for a while, he said, "That's not the point. The point is that it's too difficult for me to do your facial paralysis skills."
Mo Bei raised his eyebrows: "I don't have facial paralysis."
His sister has denied her facial paralysis since she was a child.
Mo Nan laughed softly: "Okay, you don't have facial paralysis, but you are in the same room with K now, are you really not afraid that I will go, and he will directly kill me?"
"You pretend to be me, no." Mo Bei glanced back at the wooden door, and after there was no movement, he said, "Tomorrow I will move to another room."
Mo Nan was still thinking, if possible, he no longer wanted to use the keyboard and mouse.
He didn't tell Beibei that his hand was hard to heal, basically there was no chance.
But these thoughts, after seeing that game, all disappeared.
His sister, no matter what she showed.
But I like e-sports, the feeling I have had since I was a child, it seems that I have never changed.
So she can't let her know that his hands can't heal this matter anymore.
That would destroy her original intention.
"Okay, I'll go there."
(end of this chapter)