A voice suddenly came from next to my ear, clear and light: "Yang Mengruo, you must act quietly, or hang up."
At this moment, only brother Nan's eyes could be seen in the live broadcast room, as if they glanced from this side.
but
Yang Mengruo? ?
"Is it the Yang Mengruo I know?"
"My goddess wow!"
"My dream fairy is also watching the live broadcast?"
"It's not watching the live broadcast, brother Nan is obviously talking to the people in the game..."
At this time Yang Mengruo was already stiff.
how come! How did Mo Nan know it was her
This is impossible!
Yang Mengruo's first reaction was to clear himself up: "Nan Shen, how could I be Yang Mengruo, you are mistaken."
"You have three numbers, and this is one of them." Mo Bei's mood has not changed, and his voice is still weak: "And if you are not Yang Mengruo, you will definitely be the same as others. You don't understand what I am talking about, not denying it. .”
Yang Mengruo's fingers froze and continued typing: "I really don't understand what Nanshen is talking about. I never thought that Nanshen would think that I am Yang Mengruo just because of my ID."
"Of course it's not just because of the ID." Mo Bei squinted, still holding the mouse in his hand, his eyes were indifferent: "There is Chen Yue in the third row of your friends."
Hearing this, Yang Mengruo's expression changed, he actually knew it was her.
Why!
Yang Mengruo couldn't figure this out.
And she didn't even know that the person in front of her was not Mo Nan, but Mo Bei.
Before Mo Bei decided to play for her brother.
She has watched a lot of her brother's game videos.
Being sold at critical moments, and often being acted out, the tricks are only understood by professional players, and ordinary audiences can't understand them at all.
At that time, Mo Bei saw that there were problems with several accounts.
Dreams and dreams are one of them.
The approach has always been the same.
This ID appeared in her brother's last live broadcast.
Mo Bei also knew that it was the last live broadcast that overwhelmed her brother.
Mo Bei watched the replay of the live broadcast many times.
It was because of watching too much that I realized what kind of situation her brother was in.
Was reviled by countless people.
But he was still thinking about leaving, and winning with someone who liked him.
Yang Mengruo probably knows it well.
As someone who watched his hand being broken but didn't call an ambulance, how could he not be clear.
That person's hand was not in a normal state at all.
But he gave the head to the opponent again and again, and said: "Brother Nan, you are so good that you will recover the score, otherwise, how can you be a professional player? Everyone can win every game when they have fans. , and I want to say one more thing, Brother Nan, you have been too lazy recently and haven't practiced much. Other professional players are working hard every day. We like you and can let you be like this, but as a professional player, you are a bit uncomfortable. Very qualified."
When Mo Bei watched the replay, he could clearly see the direction of public opinion caused by this sentence and her brother's pale face.
Even if you want a pure farewell, you can't.
Because whatever you do is wrong.
She understands her brother.
Can't get a national championship.
Maybe nothing.
Betrayed by his teammates, besieged by fans, someone waiting to see his jokes... These things, he said, were the fault of his lack of rigor and personality.
Mo Bei couldn't forget her brother's extinguished eyes.
He cares.
Even though he said nothing to her with a smile on his face.
Mo Bei would always wonder if his hands were shaking when he was helpless at that time...
(end of this chapter)