There was no message on Mo Nan's back.
After hearing Huan Leng's last words.
He suddenly turned around, grabbed his collar with one hand, his eyes were on fire, but his smile didn't stop. At this moment, the aura of the campus boss was clearly revealed: "What do you mean? I'm a terrible cook, so I can't Hit like this?"
The shopkeeper thought they were drunk and wanted to fight.
Even the waiter's expression became tense.
Facing this circumstances.
Huan Leng's expression didn't even change, and the voice quality remained the same: "Do you want everyone to know that your hands are still not healed, or do you want people to photograph two e-sports players fighting in a skewer shop? ?”
Mo Nan looked at him, and slowly relaxed his fingers.
Huan Leng's side face was like a knife carving: "If you leave now, you will also say that we broke up on bad terms."
Mo Nan's eyes paled, and after sitting down, the corner of his mouth curled up, changing the subject: "In your heart, do you always think that I'm good?"
"No." Huan Leng can still eat at this time, it's all because of the points he just said, the guy in front of him is much restrained compared to before.
If it was before.
He won't take the punch.
Not to mention continuing to eat at the same table with him.
It's not that he hasn't been punched by him.
But now this person.
What is the reason for enduring it
Can you still laugh
Huan Leng almost already had the answer in his heart.
He put down the bottle and met Mo Nan's eyes: "You are very strong, otherwise why would I want you to be in the same team as me, but now you have no way to perform that kind of operation at all, the bandage cloth in your hand The edge has already started to turn yellow, it can't be that it was just caught up yesterday, do you still want me to continue? Mo Nan, who is playing for you?"
Mo Nan had never breathed so hard before.
He has always known that it is not your teammates who know you well.
It was him who used to be enemies.
He has been avoiding contact with this person.
Just worried about what will be seen.
until today.
Mo Nan's hands hanging aside were clenched tightly.
The sounds in the store also followed away.
On the contrary, the waiter was slightly relieved when he saw that there was no intention of fighting.
An idea was echoing in Mo Nan's whole head.
What to say to make him believe it.
What other reasons could be concocted.
The more I thought about it, the more my fingers trembled.
Huan Leng looked at him, his eyes fell on the slender fingers that couldn't be stabilized no matter what.
When he first met this man.
Did not see his face.
If you play a hero in an Internet cafe, there will be a notification from the entire Internet cafe.
The king went online and took another pentakill.
When Huan Leng heard the notification, he looked in the direction of the man, and all he saw were his undulating and quick fingers, clean and slender, with well-defined joints.
Such hands are indeed very suitable for playing e-sports.
What's more, it is higher than his points.
Huan Leng remembered that person's ID.
Logically speaking, their age at that time should not appear in Internet cafes.
He was brought there by his cousin, who seemed to have done this kind of thing too much, with his schoolbag still lying beside him, and he also said that he would clean up the Internet cafe for the Internet fee.
Huan Leng rarely remembers anyone.
It's probably the complete opposite of his family, but he has such a beautiful record.
That's why he paid special attention to this person when he was in the youth training camp.
Not afraid of the sky, not afraid of the earth, very angry.
Now, he seems to be waiting for his trial...
(end of this chapter)