"Brother Nan, I..." Before Zhao Jianjian could speak.
The other side interrupted him: "Can't find a place? You are there, I will pick you up."
When the words fell, Mo Bei pressed the hang up button.
He raised his eyes to meet the eyes of one big and one small, and said in a light voice, "My mother can't find a place, so I'll go pick her up."
You have to leave here to change clothes.
Otherwise, I saw her mother in a while.
All will wear out.
Mo Bei thought about things comprehensively, and stood up after he finished speaking.
Nailin is very well-behaved: "Then I'll wait here for my little brother."
"Okay." Mo Bei patted his head before pacing away.
In front of the gate of No. 2 High School.
Zhao Jianjian was organizing his words: "Brother Nan seems to be very busy, who is he going to pick up?"
However, Feng Nai's focus was not on what he said.
It was someone who was obviously able to be contacted, but he sent so many messages, but she didn't reply to him.
Feng Nai stood there, even the air he breathed in was cold.
That person, when will he be able to put him in his heart.
Probably because she knew she had the idea of leaving.
That's why Feng Nai was like this.
Falling in love with someone for the first time.
It was also clear for the first time.
The person you like may not necessarily like you.
"Forget it." Feng Nai withdrew his gaze, the profile of his face was already extremely cold.
Standing there, Zhao Jianjian didn't understand what Young Master Feng meant by forget it.
It's not that Mo Bei in the corridor didn't see the news.
When I turned on the phone, there were already four.
5:40 See you at the school gate.
5:45 I'm here, come out after you finish your work.
6:00 Didn't receive the message
6:20 The phone is out of battery
That is just now.
Mo Bei didn't return.
Because if you go back, it means you're going to lie again.
She didn't want to lie to him anymore.
Especially when he thinks that he is still waiting for her at the school gate.
Most importantly, Mo Bei had no time or thoughts.
For her in the current situation, the most important thing is to contact her brother.
Only her brother knew where all the clothes he had prepared were.
Mo Nan realized that his cell phone was ringing.
But he couldn't answer the phone because the person on the other side didn't know why, and suddenly asked a very sharp question: "Heiyan's provincial final, that game didn't look like your style of play at all, and when, Your hero pool is so deep?"
"I practiced." Mo Nan answered smoothly: "You can't always be in a daze."
Huan Leng glanced at him, his eyes were dark: "The left hand is the main hand, is it also practiced?"
Mo Nan knew that if the answer to this question could not satisfy him.
Something is bound to happen.
When this person asked him this way, he had realized that it was not his style of play at all.
Thinking of this, Mo Nan suddenly smiled angrily, then rolled up the sleeve of his right hand up to his arm, and let him look at the marks left on it: "My right hand is getting more and more useless, and now I can still use it." I can use it, but in high-end games, it is easy to make mistakes in positioning, and I can only use my left hand in the future. After I knew it, I started to practice, and now it is finally effective. It seems that my left hand is also very powerful."
When Huan Leng saw the scars, his eyebrows were wrinkled, looking very cold.
But fortunately, he didn't continue to ask about the style of play.
Probably because the scar was too glaring.
Mo Nan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Huan Leng raised his eyes: "So, what exactly do you want to talk to me about?"
Chatting was just an excuse. When asked by the other party, Mo Nan got stuck and said, "I just want to thank you."
(end of this chapter)