"If it's the captain, it's normal to have a good relationship." According to her brother's personality, Mo Bei lowered his eyes slightly. If it was her, he wouldn't talk so much: "Also, of course I can't be like before, after all, I am mature now , I also know how to do some things, and don’t say what shouldn’t be said.”
There was no warmth in Huan Leng's eyes: "That would be the best."
Yu Luo, he didn't say anything more, just walked over.
Mo Bei paused for a moment. If the host hadn't asked that question on the show, she probably wouldn't be able to send Huan Leng away with just a few words.
Her brother was right.
Chen Yu, Wang Jun, Lu Yifan, even Wang Dongdong, these people would only think that the change of "Mo Nan" came from blows, after all, his hand was injured.
Only Huan Leng really knows her brother well.
She was deliberately imitating his brother, and it seemed that she hadn't completely cleared up the suspicion.
The situation after the provincial competition, which team will be encountered, is still unclear.
But now Mo Bei just hopes that he won't encounter Huan Leng as soon as he comes up.
If it was a duel, she wasn't sure if her style of play would be discovered by the opponent.
Anyone who plays e-sports knows that when watching a game, it feels one way, but when actually playing against it will be another feeling.
During the trainee period, he and her brother were evenly matched.
He must have sparred many times in the game.
It should be the person who is most familiar with her brother's style of play.
Mo Bei looked away, trying not to touch it again.
Feng Nai was originally walking in front, but when he saw the shoulders of the two people touching each other, he stopped.
Clutching his trouser pocket with one hand, he looked back.
At this distance, neither Feng Nai nor the other person knew what Huan Leng and Mo Bei had said.
But Mo Bei's stay gave Feng Nai a qualitative change in his eyes.
A second passed.
Two seconds passed.
That person still had no intention of leaving.
As if caught in some memory, that Qingjun's face was a little different from usual.
This made Feng Nai's fingers tense, and then he walked back with a faint mockery in his voice: "Little brother, is your soul going to be hooked away, you even forgot about the meeting later gone."
Mo Bei raised his eyes: "Soul? Hooked away?"
Feng Nai said a little casually: "Seeing that the former trainees of the same class are all friends, what did he say to make you stand here for so long?"
Mo Bei's eyelashes moved slightly: "I said something about the past."
"Oh?" Feng Nai seemed to smile slowly: "I'm not interested in your past, but I would like to remind you that if we enter the national competition, we will definitely face each other. If I find out, you are right I have many ways to punish people, such as being merciful to my former friends."
Mo Bei thought he would ask in great detail, but now that he knew he wouldn't, he said, "A game is a game."
"Although you seem sincere, in order to avoid danger, it's better to keep in touch less." Feng Nai's voice faded slightly: "To prevent some fans from thinking wildly after seeing it."
Mo Bei was a little puzzled: "What are you thinking?"
"For example, for you to form a CP or something." Feng Nai's eyes were very dark: "You praised him so much in the show, there must be someone who thinks so."
Mo Bei avoids the serious and ignores the trivial: "It's just some brain supplement, it should be fine."
"It's troublesome to delete." Feng Nai smiled: "So little brother, please be quiet, understand?"
Mo Bei: ...
(end of this chapter)