"This gentleman, do you think..."
Before Mo Nan finished speaking.
The handsome and cold-looking person interrupted him: "Now you want to say that I misidentified the person, huh?"
You really can't pretend you don't know each other.
After all, we have known each other for too long.
Swish.
Mo Nan walked out of the elevator.
He directly pressed the man's wrist, stood beside him, and lowered his voice a bit: "Don't tell me about seeing me like this."
Huan Leng turned his face sideways, glanced at the person holding him, his eyes were deep and shallow, and finally said: "I'm not that boring."
Then, he shook off the opponent's hand.
Mo Nan didn't care about this.
If it was before, he would definitely have lost his temper directly.
However, the reason why he said this to the other party.
It's also because this person is Huan Leng.
When it failed for the first time.
This person was on the opposite side of him. After the game, he grabbed him and only said to him: "Don't stay in this team, you come to my side."
At that time, he didn't accept it.
I don't even understand his cold sentence, "People like you who don't know what to do, really deserve it."
Now he understands.
It is estimated that this person thinks he is stupid.
Probably don't want to talk to him either.
Mo Nan is self-aware, even though he had trained with the other party when he first joined the circle.
At that time, the other party was quite small in size.
I don't know what's going on, but the past two years have grown more and more powerful.
After they formed their own teams, they seldom contact each other.
In addition, the distance between the two is getting bigger and bigger, he keeps failing, and the opponent not only made it to the national finals, but even this year's champion may be their Maoling, a star-like existence...
For three years, there is no one who has advanced or retreated, only himself.
Mo Nan doesn't blame anyone.
He just turned sideways, giving way to the elevator, and set his gaze on his wrist.
He only blames himself for not being strong enough.
Laughed a bit, still wanton.
Huan Leng didn't want to care about that person.
But always feel an eyesore.
Stupid eyesore.
"Qiao Yu, go find him a piece of clothing, and tell him not to wear such clothes to make his eyes hurt for whatever reason." Huan Leng dropped these words, and walked into the elevator: "I'm going to get takeaway. "
Qiao Yu, who was entrusted with a heavy responsibility, blinked.
Captain, this is... because I came to do a show with Hei Yan, so I decided to establish a good relationship in advance
No, not right.
The captain should not have considered these.
So now this is simply dislike of Mo Nan, right
Mo Nan didn't expect that the other party would decide to give him a set of clothes.
But since it was delivered to the door, of course he had to change it.
After all, letting him go out like this is simply uncomfortable.
It was Qiao Yu who looked at him from the side: "What was the relationship between you and the captain before?"
"It's similar to the trainees in the same period now." Mo Nan put on a T-shirt, and then smiled evilly: "He was not so cold back then, he was quite cute."
Cute? Qiao Yu just wanted to ask something.
The door opened over there.
It was their captain with a takeaway bag in his hand.
Qiao Yu immediately retracted his voice.
Mo Nan walked over: "Thank you, I will return your favor later."
"No need." Huan Leng glanced sideways, with a light expression in his eyes: "Don't talk so much in the future, since it's Heiyan, just play your game well, and I will wait for you in the national competition."
When Mo Nan heard this, he paused: "Okay."
Black strands fell.
The absence of Xiao Yao also covered up the secrets that no one knew in his eyes.
There will be no more Nationals.
This matter, only he himself knows...
(end of this chapter)