Finally found the opportunity.
Those who can't understand the group CP.
Of course, I will take the opportunity to express all my usual grievances.
After all, in their eyes, Mo Nan didn't deserve to have anything to do with God K.
Many people don't understand why there is another kind of person.
It's very simple.
In this world, if you will like someone.
In contrast, some people will hate a person.
I hate Mo Nan.
So as long as there is a little disadvantage related to Mo Nan.
They will quickly gather together as if they smell fresh blood.
On the other end of the computer, because you don’t have any responsibility, you can evaluate a person or an event according to your imagination. You call this freedom of speech.
But few people have thought that sometimes it is an emotion that is highly transmissive.
Demonize the person in their mouth.
Only then will it appear that they are well-known teachers.
And now, the moment has finally come.
The barrage also has endless levels.
Someone said: "It can't compare to Mo Nan, but anyone who wants to show some face won't drag me to K God to fry CP every day."
"You really can't compare, but they can sell human designs."
"If you play well, you can say that you have strength, if you can't play well, you can say that you have an injury on your hand, and I am the same way."
"Anyway, it's time to be as quiet as a chicken."
"Without the halo, what is he?"
Feng Yi who was sitting in the car could see these bullet screens.
He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his expression made it impossible to see any emotion.
But his words let the assistant know that his eyes were floating.
"Today, let Bei and Yunshen go back to her. Try not to let her see these things."
The assistant fixed his eyes on the screen and said: "Okay".
Then he said, "Are you afraid that it will affect her mood?"
"For little ones, things like emotions don't show up." Feng Yi lost his smile for the first time: "This is what I'm most worried about. Mo Nan's hands can no longer play professionally. If you let her know about this and add these remarks, what do you think the result will be?"
The assistant paused and dropped his hand to one side. After a while, he whispered, "I don't dare to think about it."
Perhaps, for those who don't like playing games, nothing counts.
But for bey.
For that Bey who has been following God Z and the others since he was a child.
Not broken dreams.
Is no longer love.
The fear is that even the flames are extinguished.
When the Emperor League was there.
is also like this.
But no matter what.
There will always be a crowd at that time.
It makes people feel that even if you are covered in mud, someone will come to hug you and say.
Hey, I'm with you.
We want to win the championship.
Now, in Bey's heart, is there still such a person
Even when no one understands you.
Someone understands you.
The heights you want to reach are not here.
It is knowing that if you follow the same pattern, you can bring down the opponent.
But still not being that person.
Instead, he only plays games, knowing the world without being worldly.
When you are in a deep quagmire, you don't care if you will blacken him, the person who pulls you up.
"President Feng, are you hoping?" The assistant raised his eyes: "I hope that God K can be like the people of the Dimeng League, so that God Bey can still have a spare time."
Feng Yi looked at her, and suddenly smiled: "Otherwise, what qualifications does he have to take away the group favorite of the Emperor League?"
assistant:…
It really wasn't his own!
(end of this chapter)