Feng Nai was sitting next to Mo Bei, his eyes moved from the man's hand on the mouse to the game page, and then his eyes fell on the assassin on the opposite side
But more than others, he wants to know why the person he recruited is an all-around player.
Even if he wasn't familiar with Mo Nan before, he could tell from his resume.
Apart from being a good assassin, this person should not be so skilled in the rest.
Most importantly, what else does this man really not know.
If it weren't for such a staged game today, would he never have come up with this kind of hero
What are you worried about
It's not that Mo Bei couldn't detect Feng Nai's scrutinizing gaze.
So even though she knew that if she didn't try her best, she might not be able to defeat the assassin on the opposite side, Mo Bei was still operating with her right hand.
Using the left hand will indeed be smoother than it is now.
But Mo Bei knew very well that in that case, someone next to her might see that she was Bey...
"When did you meet this hero?"
Feng Nai asked casually.
Mo Bei didn't stop his hands, and his profile was as clear as usual: "After being fired."
Feng Nai seemed to laugh, and tapped his fingers on the side of his face: "Our assistant brother is really a genius, he can train to this level in such a short time."
Mo Bei's voice was very weak: "The captain is not the same."
Feng Nai's eyes flashed: "I am the same for everything."
"In the past few days, you are also training other heroes, and you are Mvp every game." Mo Bei was very calm.
Wang Dongdong was a little dumbfounded when he heard it in the live broadcast room.
God K is training other heroes.
This is a strategic secret.
Why did Brother Nan just say that
Whoever imagined it, Feng Nai didn't care: "I'm practicing, and it's because of practicing that I feel that your fighting is a bit unusual."
Mo Bei didn't answer this sentence, but naturally turned his gaze back to the game, waved the mouse and went on the road.
Feng Nai looked at the complicated situation, so of course he wouldn't distract someone too much.
But, apart from these, what else is he hiding from himself
This question gradually planted a seed in Feng Nai's heart.
And the other end of the game.
Not in China.
A blond boy with yellow hair was wearing earphones, blowing gum, and waving the mouse to harvest heads.
Sitting next to him was a man in gold-rimmed glasses and a battle uniform.
Originally, I was reading a magazine.
At this time, he raised his eyes and glanced towards this side: "The roamer on the opposite side played well."
"That's right, as many people as I kill this guy, he can get them back." The blond boy turned his head: "The most important thing is that I wanted to fight against their blue just now. He discovered that when the low-end game, there will be someone who can match my consciousness."
The man listened, his handsome side face was a little faint: "Are you playing Huaxia clothes?"
"Yeah." The blond boy bit his chewing gum: "That's why I'm even more surprised. They have some professional players, and they don't play well. Why does this person seem to be better than professional players? Captain, do you think I will die when I meet him?" Bar."
Hearing that, the man stood up, put the magazine aside, took the boy's mouse with his left hand, swipe it lightly, and looked at the record: "You go to this person and challenge yourself."
(end of this chapter)