"There is an easier way to go." Ye Bing didn't avoid her gaze.
Mo Bei's eyes were dark: "I choose this one."
There are more important things than liking.
Maybe the idea was still vague before.
But now it is becoming clearer little by little.
Win it, take the championship.
From the moment she decided to register with Mo Beixiangnan's ID.
I just came back with the dream of two people.
Simple love can't support these.
"The master used to say that my style of play is fierce, and he asked me to follow the example of my wife." Mo Bei's voice was very weak, and his voice was low: "I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it. If I am too rigid, I will break. There is no way to resist, it is unacceptable to encounter darkness, it is not suitable for playing professionally, some battles in this world must be fought by oneself."
Ye Bing's eyes trembled, he put down his hand, and then smiled, even knowing that it would only become more and more difficult for her to go on like this, but it seemed that only this was the bey.
He once thought, what will happen to that person after he doesn't play? Will there be no way to adapt to this professional intensity and those distortions anymore.
Now Ye Bing realized that he was wrong.
She was never pure white.
Just standing there, eyes lowered and unable to ignite the fire again.
Growing up, that's about it.
It has never been liking that makes you overcome obstacles.
Instead, he passed by and stood up again.
This reminded Ye Bing of the World Championship he had watched.
They lost the game against Huaxia.
The final tiebreaker.
Everyone thought they would win.
But there is such an id, who has already fallen down, but uses the resurrection armor to turn against the wind.
Obviously there is no chance.
The voice of cheering is also weakening.
But there is such a person.
He didn't give up, he made the ultimate outfit, was covered in mud, and broke the crystal.
That is probably the imprint left by the Dimension on Bey.
No.
It should be said, as long as you see bey.
You can see, they used to be.
"I will go back to China tomorrow, and I will watch your game live." This is why Ye Bing asked her out now. If he missed the domestic group match because of watching this game, the manager would also think about it. To her is bey.
All he can do is probably to help her keep this secret forever.
How could someone as smart as Mo Bei not understand: "Thank you."
"Always so polite." Ye Bing held a coffee cup, with a good-looking side face: "If you have time, you can reply to my messages more, or you can find me over there. You will definitely like my new keyboard."
When Mo Bei heard this, he didn't speak yet.
A whisper came from next to my ear: "Sorry, two, the gentleman over there, I asked you if you want to drink something after talking for so long, he can help you order..."
It was obvious who the gentleman over there was referring to.
Feng Nai's temperament was already provocative, but now he was wearing a black suit with the neckline ripped open, giving him a deadly laziness.
Mo Bei looked over.
He raised his eyelids.
Nothing.
From the eyes of others, he is still a handsome evildoer.
But Mo Bei knew.
This should be some hate value.
I looked at the time.
seven o'clock.
Are you hungry
The only thing Mo Bei, the daughter of the universe, thinks about is feeding.
Instead of ordering anything to drink, he asked the waiter to serve Feng Nai a dessert.
This is not the purpose of Young Master Feng.
So, just when Ye Bing wanted to chat with Mo Beishen again.
The waiter came again...
(end of this chapter)