Even if you have already left the drinking game just now.
Feng Yi's mood did not immediately ease up.
He stood under the tree, tilted his head to light a cigarette, and put it between his lips.
At first, Feng Yi thought it had something to do with his personality.
Only now did he realize that it wasn't necessarily true.
If it is a small one, and joins such a team, no matter how careful it is, it may end in the same way.
If a teenager becomes famous and blocks the way of others, he will be pulled out.
Feng Yi lowered his eyes, a little afraid to imagine that scene.
Hand injuries do hurt.
But was abandoned by teammates in that situation.
It's not just pain.
Feng Yi didn't even know how to reply to the message that Xiao Budian sent him.
Tell the little one, you are right, your brother's hand injury, there is indeed a possibility that there is no way to heal
Feng Yi took a deep breath, allowing the smell of tobacco to linger in his nostrils.
He was worried that the little guy who knew all this would no longer like playing games.
Make a game, hurt your hand, and turn your back.
No one gave Mo Nan a chance to speak clearly.
All negative comments.
This is how he left.
And be called incompetent.
Xiaobudian wanted to get it back, so she returned under her brother's name.
If Mo Nan's hand could never get better...
Feng Yi pressed his eyebrows.
The phone has caller ID.
He paused, pressed the answer button, and his voice was deliberately relaxed: "Hello."
"Uncle Feng, it's me." After Mo Bei's training quota for today was over, the first thing he did was to call Feng Yi: "Is there any result about my brother?"
Feng Yi listened to the light voice over there, and finally answered: "Yes."
Mo Bei turned his face sideways, and his light eyes became darker and darker because of what he heard.
The hands beside the long legs were clenched tighter and tighter, and even the joints were turning white.
Of course, Feng Yi didn't tell Mo Bei everything.
He hid the fact that Mo Nan's hand injury might not heal well: "So your brother's hand injury may need more treatment time."
"As long as it can be cured." Mo Bei let go of her hand, a string of red marks was printed on her palm, but her voice was flat: "Wang Jun, Lu Yifan, Yang Mengruo, Chen Yu, these people have participated in the battle." ?"
Feng Yi let out a "hmm".
Mo Bei's eyes became a little dark: "Uncle Feng, if my brother's hand can't get better, I also want to abolish Lu Yifan's hand. He took all my brother's things and stepped on my brother's position. This is what he deserves." Yes, I will let go of this thought after my brother's hand heals."
Feng Yi didn't know how to answer this question.
Little Spade asked him to come back and look at the little one.
There were other things he could really see.
But mentality matters.
Flesh and blood relatives have been hurt and can't make it through, what should they do.
Let her play the game without purpose.
This is simply impossible.
Feng Yi couldn't even tell her that Mo Nan might not recover.
Fear of ruining something more important than winning.
"Don't worry." Feng Yi looked at the cigarette butt: "Mo Nan will definitely recover."
Mo Bei's voice has not changed much, but anyone who knows her well knows that there is hope in her tone at this time, small but clear: "I asked my brother, he can now do daily operation training , Starting today, he will play support, and I will play other positions to practice a few sets of tactics, so that when he comes back, he will not be blank and can cooperate well with the team."
There is something, it is indeed something, the school grass owes everyone, and I will make it up tomorrow.
Please tell the girlfriend you see, Ann.
(end of this chapter)