After hearing this sentence.
Mo Nan raised his hand to drink and stopped for a moment, casually: "Well, it's ready long ago."
Huan Leng wanted to see something from the face in front of him.
But he found that this person was indeed different from the youth training camp.
Huan Leng is the most clear about his temper, he is hot-tempered, and sometimes it is just a little bit.
Huan Leng never liked this kind of person.
Mo Nan was different.
When he gets angry, he is always defending something.
Come and go quickly.
Unlike some people who are outspoken, it hurts others.
It's just that the principle is much stronger than others.
Him now.
If not still drinking like this.
Huan Leng could hardly see the edges and corners of the young man who stood in front of him at the beginning.
In three years, a lot has happened.
Will his style of play change with time
Huan Leng is still thinking.
Mo Nan was a little wary.
He asked him to come out, probably not just for drinking.
If he asks him about the game again, he must change the subject.
However, at this moment.
The person at the next table hurriedly rushed to sell the bill.
It hit Mo Nan's shoulder all of a sudden.
Mo Nan subconsciously stretched out his right hand hanging on one side to block it.
That strength is not small.
If he didn't block it, the zipper of his coat would hit him in the face.
"I'm sorry brother, I didn't see it." The man quickly apologized, full of embarrassment.
Mo Nan just said, "It's fine."
I thought it was just a small episode.
When Huan Leng looked over, his eyes suddenly deepened.
He directly pulled his hand over, pressed it on the table, and lowered his voice: "Didn't you say that your hand is already healed? Then what is it?"
The last few words were stained with deep meaning.
Mo Nan followed his line of sight to look over, his anger dissipated, and he said: "After the game today, I fell while playing with Cat, Cat, and Bear. It's no big deal, but professional players, always pay attention, just go The hospital put on a bandage."
"The bandage happened to be on your injured hand before?" Huan Leng's eyes approached him, and at this time there was no warmth at all: "Your personality has changed because of your hand injury. No matter what you do, your first reaction It's protecting your own hand, how could it hurt it again? How long are you going to lie about it?"
Mo Nan's hand holding the beer bottle was already turning white, but nothing could be seen in his state: "No one can avoid accidents. When there is trouble, why do I care so much. Why should I lie? My hand hurt Okay, it doesn't have much to do with you, do you still drink? If you don't drink, pack up and go, here at one o'clock in the morning to listen to your wild thoughts, very boring."
After he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand. Seeing that Huan Leng hadn't spoken, Mo Nan was about to get up.
The voice from over there reached his ears, slowly and deeply, as if it could freeze the temperature of the whole skewer shop: "Who is playing for you today."
That's all.
Mo Nan's heart began to sink rapidly.
In a place that Huan Leng couldn't see, that handsome face was gone, and it was so pale that one could doubt it, and his wrist started to ache again because of the cloudy sky.
He didn't do anything, and turned his back to Huan Leng with a smile, as if he didn't care: "It's really getting more and more absurd."
"Using the dragon pit, through accurate calculations, to ensure the superposition of HP and moves." Huan Leng looked at the man's straight and clear back, and his eyes fell on his hands again: "It's not your style of play at all. "
(end of this chapter)