The eSports King’s Crush

"This gentleman, do you recognize..."

Before Mo Nan finished speaking.

The handsome-looking man interrupted him: "Now you want to say that I recognized the wrong person, huh?"

You really can’t pretend you don’t know me.

After all, we have known each other for too long.

A swish sound.

Mo Nan walked out of the elevator.

He directly held down the man's wrist and stood next to him. His voice was a little low: "Don't tell anyone about seeing me like this."

Huan Leng turned his head and glanced at the person who was holding him, his eyes wide and deep, and finally said: "I'm not that boring."

Then, he shook off the other party's hand.

Mo Nan didn't care about this.

If it were in the past, he would definitely get angry directly.

However, the reason why he said this to the other party was.

It's also because this person is calling for coldness.

When it failed for the first time.

This person was opposite him. After the game, he grabbed him and only said to him: "Don't stay in this team. Come to my side."

At that time, he didn't accept it.

I didn't even understand his cold words, "A ungrateful person like you really deserves this."

Now he understands.

This person probably thought he was stupid.

He probably didn't want to talk to him either.

Mo Nan is self-aware, even though he had trained with the opponent when he first entered the circle.

At that time, the other party was quite small.

I don’t know why, but it has become more and more powerful over the past two years.

After they formed separate teams, they rarely contacted each other.

In addition, the distance between the two is getting bigger and bigger, he keeps failing, and the other party not only reaches the national finals, but even the champion this time may be their Maoling, a star-like existence... …

For three years, there has been no one who has moved forward or backward but himself.

Mo Nan doesn't blame anyone.

He just turned sideways, making way for the elevator, and laid his eyes on his wrist.

He only blames himself for not being strong enough.

He smiled a little, still looking wanton.

Huan Leng doesn't want to care about that person.

But it always feels like an eyesore.

Stupid eyesore.

"Qiao Yu, go find some clothes for him and tell him not to wear such clothes for whatever reason." Huan Leng dropped these words and walked into the elevator: "I'm going to get takeout. "

Qiao Yu, who was entrusted with the important task, blinked.

The captain is... because he came to do a show with Hei Yan, so he decided to establish a good relationship in advance?

No, that's not right.

The captain shouldn't take this into consideration.

So now it's just because you can't stand Mo Nan, right?

Mo Nan didn't expect that the other party would decide to give him a set of clothes.

But since it was delivered to his door, of course he had to change it.

After all, it was simply uncomfortable to let him go out like this.

But Qiao Yu looked at him from the side: "What was your relationship with the captain before?"

"It's like the current trainees." Mo Nan put on a T-shirt and smiled evilly: "He wasn't so cold back then. He was quite cute."

Cute? Qiao Yugang wanted to ask something.

The door over there opened.

It was their captain, and he was holding a takeout bag.

Qiao Yu immediately retracted his words.

Mo Nan walked over: "Thank you, I'll return the favor to you later."

"No need." Huan Leng glanced sideways, with a hint of meaning in his eyes: "Don't talk so much in the future. Since we are here in Black Flame, just play your game well. I will wait for you in the national competition."

When Mo Nan heard this, he paused: "Okay."

Broken black hair fell.

The absence of Xiao Jieguo also concealed the secrets behind his eyes that no one knew about.

There will be no more national competitions.

Only he himself knows this matter...

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