Mo Bei put down his phone and didn't reply, just put one hand to his lips.
Looking out of the window, his face was a little hot.
Seeing that she didn't reply, Feng Nai simply sent a voice message: "Are you there?"
Mo Bei: "No."
"Play together when we get there?" Feng Nai said with a slight smile in his voice, "I'll take you to the top."
Mo Bei: "I'm cheating."
"Don't grab Lin Keng Keng's position." Feng Nai converted it into text again, probably because she didn't want Nailin to hear it.
Mo Bei lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and replied "OK".
She wanted to see if he played other positions.
His one-handed adc today.
Let Mo Bei see a lot of things.
He should not only practice adc.
That is to say, the all-rounder
Thinking of this, Mo Bei lowered his eyes. As a captain, he is really strong.
Everyone wants such a teammate.
It would be nice if we could get to know each other sooner.
Ding dong.
The phone rang again.
A voice note lay on the screen: "I'll wait for you."
It was also these three words that gave Mo Bei a sense of returning to the past.
At that time, he often sent her these three words.
The feeling of being waited on.
As if that place is worth going back to.
If not lazy.
Back then, she would probably lose all interest in the game.
It's really amazing.
This man became her captain.
Also said he likes her.
Mo Bei's fair fingers slid the page again, and the voice echoed in her ears so low that she couldn't help raising her hand and wanted to press it a second time.
Mo Nan has noticed his sister for a long time, and now after seeing her little action, he couldn't help it: "Bei, let me tell you, you can't believe a single word that guy K said, do you understand? That face looks better, but there are too many girlfriend fans, if you are not careful, you will be torn to pieces. There is no love in e-sports, this is obvious to everyone... "
Before Mo Nan could finish speaking, Mo's mother pinched his ear: "You are envious, jealous, what's wrong with Ren Naier, don't talk nonsense, and black people behind your back, see if I don't break your legs."
Except for K who has thoughts about his sister, he has never been black.
The main reason is that this guy K is not black, and he is too shameless.
Also, since when did his mother call him Nier!
"Don't always instill these strange concepts in your sister." Mo's mother: "I think Nair is pretty good."
Mo Nan gave in: "Yeah, yes, yes, Mom, can you let go of your hand first, hoo, your son's ears are about to fall off."
"You're the only one who can pretend." Mother Mo said so, but she didn't exert any more force on her hand, and after she let go, she said, "Tell me, what the hell are you two doing, what happened at the dining table just now."
Mo Nan was very innocent, matched with his angry face: "What's going on?"
"I don't know your grades yet. How could you have passed the No. 1 Middle School?" Mo's mother narrowed her eyes: "Could it be that Bei went to take the exam for you?"
As expected of a real mother, she guessed right, this terrible sixth sense.
Mo Nan coughed: "Although I don't usually work hard, isn't this the third year of high school? I also want to start being an individual. Mom, starting from the parent-child relationship, the best education is to give the child the greatest trust."
"My trust was broken when you hid the test paper." Mother Mo heheed twice, and said again: "And you are preparing for the national competition now, how can you have time to study?"
It's hard for Mo Nan to speak now, it's all his fault in the past, he always used lack of time as an excuse for not studying, and it's true that all of them are back.
"I helped my brother with tutoring." Mo Bei opened his mouth and rescued her brother from the predicament: "Suppress the next question."
Mo Nan immediately said: "Well, this wave of pressing questions is really amazing, and I got 80% of the questions right."
Such rhetoric did not dispel the doubts in Mo's mother's heart.
She never liked to embarrass her children.
I also understand that there are too many things they don't want her to know.
Otherwise, at that time, she asked Bei if her brother didn't fight well, that's why this happened.
Nor would Bei give her that answer.
Mother Mo didn't tell them.
Although she doesn't know the Internet, she doesn't use a smartphone.
But then she had someone read it for her.
The son may be expelled from the team.
This is the answer that Mo's mother knew at the beginning.
At that time, as a mother, I was relieved.
So fine.
Not that it has to go that way.
So even when Mo Nan came back, she didn't ask much.
She knew that no matter what she said, she was poking her son's wound.
That's probably how it goes with age.
They can't keep up with the times.
But I understand better than anyone else that silence is the best way to deal with it.
It's just that Mo's mother didn't expect that her son would go back again.
"How about the team?" Mother Mo asked.
Mo Nan smiled: "Very good, Mom, I will send you back, so I have to go back to the base and train."
"Well." Mo's mother stared at him: "Get along well with your teammates, I think everyone is doing well this time."
Mo Nan: "You just look at how handsome K is, and I'm not bad. Mom, you'll know my beauty when you look at my sister."
"Is that comparable?" Mother Mo knocked on him.
Mo Bei followed suit.
Mo Nan cast a glance at her, and this little face paralyzed joined in the fun.
"I'm leaving too." Mo Bei said in a calm voice, "There is a graduation project over there at the school, and I still haven't eaten from a few restaurants."
Mother Mo believed this sentence.
My daughter used to cook, and she also likes to taste things everywhere.
Then there is inspiration.
Anyone who learns to cook knows it.
Inventing new dishes actually requires inspiration.
Mother Mo didn't stop the two of them.
But in fact, the two of them went back to the hotel together.
Mo Bei's clothes needed to be changed.
There will be a sports meeting at school tomorrow.
She has a long-distance running event, so she can't wear clothes.
Usually there are not many classes.
Mo Bei is not the kind of person who pays attention to group activities.
This time I was caught sending messages in class.
Originally, the conduct points were not enough, and if they were deducted, they would worry about their eligibility for the next game.
The exchange condition between the head teacher and her was to let her apply for a project.
Since you want to participate, of course it is the one with the highest score.
Mo Bei chose long-distance running without hesitation.
After the selection, it was discovered that there was a certain master among the competitors, who was probably here to earn moral points in the No. 2 Middle School team.
So I have to go to school tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Mo Bei took off his wig and looked up at Mo Nan: "What did the doctor say?"
Knowing that she was asking about his hand, Mo Nan paused on his back, looked back and smiled, "It's pretty good."
"Then you go to the national competition." Mo Bei's eyes were very pale.
Mo Nan tightened his right hand: "It should not work."
"When will it work?" Mo Bei's eyes were very deep, and the dark ones were a little dark in color.
Mo Nan smiled: "Wait for me."
(end of this chapter)