"Oh?" Ye Bing lowered her voice, "I've seen the comments about you on the Internet..."
Mo Bei stopped and opened another bag of mustard.
Ye Bing looked at her with serious eyes: "Have you ever thought about switching to a foreign server? It will be much better if you change the environment."
"No." Mo Bei tilted his face, but he seemed to be stating a very common thing: "I am Chinese, and I am only here to represent the team that Huaxia belongs to."
Ye Bing paused and stared: "If this is the case, it will be difficult to walk in. If you make a mistake at that time, it is very likely that you will be on the bench. Sometimes public opinion is a kind of pressure."
"It doesn't matter." Mo Bei's eyes were deep: "I don't play in the World Championship."
Ye Bing frowned suddenly: "Aren't you going to play in the World Championship?"
"Yeah." Mo Bei looked at the snow outside the window, his voice was neither low nor high: "It's too far away, and there's no time."
Ye Bing didn't speak, he didn't know what to say.
He waited for this man for three years.
Whether as a teammate or as an opponent.
He all hoped to see the game id of bey again in the World Championship.
Even if this person makes their team no longer win streak.
But if they have never defeated this person, it means that their world champion team will always have regrets.
The strongest person in China did not come out.
For various reasons.
She sat here and told him that she would not play in the World Championship.
Ye Bing looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him: "It's a pity."
"There's nothing to regret." Mo Beijun said with a clear face, "My purpose of coming back was not pure in the first place."
Ye Bing lowered his voice: "Is that purpose related to Mo Nan?"
"Yeah." Mo Bei's face was calm.
Ye Bing tightened his fingers: "Are you beating for him?"
"Yes." Mo Bei's voice was light: "No matter what, I'm acting as a substitute, which has long violated the spirit of e-sports."
Ye Bing's throat moved: "You're going to get into trouble if you do this."
"I know." Mo Bei's eyes fell outside the window.
Ye Bing tried to speak: "The current public opinion is just the beginning, and the future will sweep over. By then, you will have no way out. The national competition has not yet started. Bey, quit."
Mo Bei's eyes lightened: "Whether I am Mo Bei or Mo Nan will not affect Hei Yan's performance, as long as you make sure of this, no matter what the result is, I have already predicted it and am waiting for it to come."
Ye Bing lowered his voice: "Once people know that you are coming back instead of your brother, it will ruin you. Why do you have to participate in the national competition?"
"When I first came back, I thought that I could prove it for my brother if I played well." Mo Bei raised his hand and took a sip of water: "The more you play, the more you will find out, that's not the case, it's not a national competition, and what everyone remembers is only 0 The record of killing 6 people can only be proved once again in the national competition."
Ye Bing's eyes fell, "What if you still can't prove it?"
"If the national championship can't prove anything, then these years can be nothing to me."
Mo Bei's words were very flat.
Ye Bing couldn't connect the person in front of him with the boy Hei at that time.
This man became famous as a teenager.
When playing games, both eyes are bright.
In Milan, he could still see the flame hidden in her eyes.
But now, when he looked over, except for the darkness, it was the snow scene reflected outside.
Can it be nothing in these years
(end of this chapter)