No matter what status.
With her brother's character.
But anyone who has seen it should be familiar.
Thinking of this, Mo Bei imitated her brother, raised his hand, and said, "Hi".
The man wanted to say something.
Huan Leng opened his mouth: "Qiao Yu."
Qiao Yu who was called immediately smiled, and said in a voice that Huan Leng couldn't hear: "Mo Nan, didn't you say that our captain was cute before, this time we are doing a show, take care of each other."
cute
Her brother misused adjectives again.
Mo Bei raised his eyes, his face remained unchanged, he was holding his trouser pocket with one hand, and nodded slightly.
Huan Leng walked over.
The two teams passed each other.
It doesn't seem to be any different than before.
When there are other members of the team.
Mo Nan is always like this.
Huan Leng's footsteps stopped for a moment, and the voice followed: "Don't forget what I told you."
"Of course I won't forget." Mo Bei also rolled his eyes. After all, according to her brother's character, he would pay back when he heard such words.
Even Mo Bei didn't know what he and her brother had agreed on.
Huan Leng walked over and sat down in front of the mirror, with sharp edges and corners.
The stylists immediately gathered around and started working.
It's getting late.
Two hours until the show starts.
Backstage must be busy.
No one will be allowed to talk too much.
But even so.
After Huan Leng sat down, looking at the two figures that were gradually disappearing in the mirror, his brows still furrowed slightly.
"Captain, what are you always looking at in the mirror?" Qiao Yu stretched out his head, and then said, "Ah", "Are you looking at Mo Nan?"
Huan Leng didn't speak.
Qiao Yu chuckled: "Captain, you really pay a lot of attention to this Mo Nan."
Huan Leng raised his eyes: "You talk a little too much."
"Aren't I concerned about you, captain?" Qiao Yu asked quietly, "Is it because you two had a very good relationship when you were trainees, that's why you are like this."
Huan Leng closed his eyes and let the hair stylist blow his hair: "Who told you that we have a good relationship?"
"Then captain..." Qiao Yu was a little confused.
Huan Leng opened his eyes: "I just want to know what level the person who was able to compete with me for the first place at that time is now."
"Fight for the first place?" Qiao Yu's eyes widened: "Was Mo Nan that good at that time?" Can he keep pace with their captain
Huan Leng didn't speak again.
Qiao Yu said to himself: "But the time they played against us, they lost, and they lost badly. They didn't even win a single round. I've also watched some of his game videos, which are pretty average."
Huan Leng squinted his eyes: "It was normal at that time."
"That's right." Qiao Yu smiled: "Since Mo Nan switched to playing support, he feels that his level has improved a lot, and he has some predictions and positioning, which is really amazing."
Huan Leng blew his head and stood up: "When he first played assassin, he was not at the level you saw."
"But he's really not doing very well." Qiao Yu didn't understand.
Huan Leng couldn't tell anything except that he could see that the person's condition was getting worse and worse.
But there is a point.
He always felt that today's Mo Nan was exceptionally quiet.
Although each is a team.
They haven't met a few times.
Every time they meet, he and Mo Nan can't speak.
If the other party didn't say anything, he didn't need to speak.
Later, the gap between the teams widened.
He didn't even need to speak.
When the man saw him, he also regarded him as a stranger.
But today, the truth is rare...
(end of this chapter)