Everyone knows.
Feng Nai was known as the number one jungler in the national server.
The most active MVP professional player.
After Diamond, the only person who can enter the world ranking with a comprehensive score.
But that's the kind of player.
He has never qualified for the real world championship.
As for Feng Nai, everyone knew it.
Even so many failures.
He never said that he wanted to win the championship.
On the day of the losing game, he was still replaying.
Every year.
It also seemed like grass was growing in the studio.
It even makes people wonder whether he has ever suffered from losing his qualifications.
Today, they see a stronger desire to win than ever before.
It's not like what the sneering King would say.
But at the moment of seeing.
I don't know why, but sad and happy.
Someone replied: "We are waiting for you to win the championship. You, Mao Da, Hanshen, Hui Da, Brother Nan, we are waiting for you."
Of course there will be overwhelming other messages.
When the secretary in professional attire handed the tablet to Feng Yi, his brows were slightly condensed, very beautiful: "Young Master Feng still can't hold back."
"Back then, Z didn't hold back." Feng Yi laughed, and put his hand on his head: "The two people are really similar in some respects, no wonder the little facial paralysis is very soft-hearted towards my poisonous nephew."
After hearing this, the secretary said earnestly: "God Bey has liked God Z since he was a child, the unconditional kind, and seeing someone like him, it's not wrong to have a crush on him."
At that time, Feng Nai didn't know that he had been clearly arranged.
Someone is soft-hearted towards him because he is like someone's master.
After arriving at Feng's house.
The only problem he faced was rubbing alcohol on someone.
Only by applying it to the joints can the best physical cooling be achieved.
Feng Nai leaned over, propped one hand on one side, looked at someone on the bed, and was about to make a move.
Hearing patter patter, a small figure ran over.
"Brother, what are you doing? I brought the medicine box to my little brother." Nailin was holding a very cute little medicine box: "It contains all the medicines you usually take. Don't feed it to the little brother."
Feng Nai, who was interrupted, moved his fingers quickly, pulled back the zipper of the school uniform, and then looked sideways.
Only then did Xiao Nailin see his brother's posture, and her brows furrowed heavily: "Brother, what are you doing? You are bullying little brother!"
"Put away those messy thoughts of yours." Feng Nai stood up straight, and let him look at the alcohol bottle in his palm: "The doctor told you to wipe the alcohol if the fever doesn't go away."
Nailin said "ah": "So there is a way, brother and I will help my little brother wipe it off, it's so fast."
With that said, Nailin stood by the bed and was about to make a move.
Feng Nai didn't need to press his wrist.
Just free one hand and press down on his forehead, enough for him not to be able to reach this side.
Lin Keng Keng's arms have always been short.
"Brother, with you like this, I can't see anything!"
Feng Nai's voice was loose: "Keep your voice down, I don't need you. Have you finished your homework, just come over here, aren't you afraid that Dad will check your homework?"
When mentioning homework, Nailin curled her mouth: "Dad is playing outside every day, and I saw him and a woman being photographed yesterday."
"Linkengkeng, you are in kindergarten now, what... pay attention to your quality and rhetoric."
(end of this chapter)