Mo Bei looked at her Uncle Feng with a clear face, feeling more and more that that smile was very cunning.
It's different in front of the little one than in front of that poisonous nephew.
Feng Yi always wanted to restrain himself, he coughed lightly, and after he stopped smiling, he even lowered his voice a little: "If someone else's identity is used to compete, if this point is dug out, little one, what are you going to do with it?"
Mo Bei stared for a moment, then raised his eyes: "When my brother's hand is healed, he can replace me back."
"When?" Feng Yi's question always hit the nail on the head: "Before the national competition? Or after this competition?"
After a while, Mo Bei said, "I will hide myself well."
"I know." Feng Yi understood everything, so he was worried: "Until Mo Nan comes back, I will try my best to keep this secret for you, but there is one thing, you have to be mentally prepared, your original intention for doing this is What, no one cares, even if it is not accepted and misinterpreted maliciously, don't hate playing games, because some people like to watch you play."
Mo Bei felt that this was not like what her Uncle Feng said, so his eyes fell.
Feng Yi smiled again: "This is an empty email I received before I came here, without even a signature."
Nothing at all.
But who is sending the email.
Both of them are clear.
Especially Mo Bei, lowered his eyes, the arc of his chin was half hidden, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, it was very shallow but had a clean taste: "Master is looking at me."
"Yeah." Feng Yi chuckled, the only person who could make Xiao BuDian laugh like this.
Yun Shen watched from the side, taking a big sip of coffee happily.
Sure enough, Uncle Feng's return would make Bei feel a little easier.
She knew this person's personality, he was the kind of person who didn't say anything when he was injured, and would finish the game with a bloody head, and deal with the wound without saying a word.
Because he didn't want those people to be disturbed, he could even lose the honor.
Carrying so much.
Every step has to be thought through.
Don't be too ostentatious, if you are too ostentatious, you will be recognized as bey.
If you can't speak for yourself, your mouth will be guided by public opinion.
However, he was not defeated, was he
No matter from the Emperor League or now, she came alone, standing on the edge of the cliff, even though she was swallowed by darkness, she was still moving forward.
It's because there are people to protect and places to reach.
Yun Shen was worried that she would hate her too much, so she even forgot about liking.
But when she saw the press conference, she didn't talk about those encounters.
Yun Shen understood, bey is still bey.
She'll have no emotion on her face and flushed ears because someone likes her.
She will play every game seriously.
It's not that the original intention mixed with hatred is not called the original intention.
But the desire to win is stronger than others.
The chat continues.
It was because Feng Yi had to understand a situation: "You beat Xiao Nai with bey before, so what happened?"
"I don't remember." Mo Bei's memory of this has always been vague.
Feng Yi laughed again, the opponent his nephew never forgets, it's fine if he doesn't remember his nephew.
This opponent was still the one who made him show that expression in reality, but he didn't know it.
Interesting, really interesting.
"Uncle Feng, there is one thing." Mo Bei raised his eyes, and dropped a message that could be regarded as a bomb so far in a very low voice: "I want to exchange identities with my brother for two days."
(end of this chapter)