Mangzhong's name is Xie Xinmang, and at this time he lowered his head slightly, not daring to look into the eyes of the person in front of him.

Liu Wanhao also looked fond of the handsome and lovely young man in front of him, and couldn't help but raise his voice: "What's the matter, this shy, you're not happy to let you play the game?" ”

"Happy."

Xie Xinmang slurped and spit out two words.

"Then Mr. Liu, Xinmang will ask you."

The man on the side looked a little embarrassed, and he kept rubbing his hands, which were dark and thick, and there were many calluses.

In contrast, Xie Xinmang's hands are white and slender, but he is not good at words.

He was in the ROC Academy.

Originally, it stands to reason that he skipped class to play games in an Internet café, and his incompetent father should take him home and beat him.

But he didn't want to do it, this son was born to his wife in her forties, and his body was not very good since he was a child, and he didn't get better until he was ten years old.

Compared to his sister, he didn't suffer at all.

However, he just doesn't like to read and loves to play games.

Xie Wen's family tossed and turned, and in a metropolis like M City, he had no connections at all.

Fortunately, the emperor lives up to his wishes.

One of his relatives seems to know a recent team? Come and ask Xie Xinmang if he is willing to go.

This time changed the life of this family.

When he joined the team, Leng Shuanghan and Xu Mingjing had been in ROC for two months.

After getting acquainted, they brought this shy little brother under their wings.

Liu Wanhao had just retired at that time, and he was called by the person in charge of ROC to take over the youth team, and he was a little aggrieved.

However, as the days passed, his extinguished fire began to faintly burn again.

He saw his former self in Cold Frost.

Xie Xinmang's heart is very grateful to Liu Wanhao, it was his words that pulled him into the world of e-sports.

People, after all, there are some fledgling plots.

His eyes are always focused on Liu Wanhao, and he desperately hopes to get a word of encouragement, a compliment or even a hug from him.

Liu Wanhao also discovered his problem, compared to others, Xie Xinmang seems to be a little clingy.

He didn't care, he just thought it was the blind worship of adolescent boys.

Xie Xinmang has worked harder, and he has trained himself almost very comprehensively, which also means that he needs to spend more time.

While he was still young, he almost began to train to death.

Liu Wanhao frowned, Xiao Mang, what's wrong?

Everyone persuaded him to find his most suitable position to play, and he didn't need to be exhaustive.

And he looked at Liu Wanhao's face and cried a little aggrieved.

I've tried so hard, why can't you give me most of your attention, why don't you pay attention to me at all!

Liu Wanhao thought that he understood, it turned out that the psychology of children was worshipping.

To tell the truth, there is indeed a preference in the heart, and he does not deny it.

But in other respects, he is almost always a bowl of water.

Since then, he has also begun to pay attention to Xie Xinmang.

Mangzhong's heart was jealous of Leng Shuanghan, on his 17th birthday, Liu Wanhao held a cake and walked towards him slowly, those eyes were looking at him, only him.

It was probably the perfect day.

That night, he had a beautiful dream, and the coach in the dream did whatever he wanted, treating him as his own day, and letting the left side of the family never turn to the right.

He woke up and thought about it for a long time.

Lu Xixi's appearance made him happy for a while, and then he was disappointed again.

He knew that his gambling approach might completely disappoint Marriott Lau.

But he really wanted him to know that he could see that he could see frostfall, why did he look at frostfall differently.

He is paranoid, but he doesn't regret it, if there is really something to regret, it is probably Lu Xi's regret......

The frost in front of him was unshaven, his face was expressionless, and he smashed his fingers one by one.

Mang Chong knew that he deserved it.