"I didn't do those things, I just wanted to play well..."

When Mo Bei walked in, what she saw was her brother suppressing what he wanted to fight for.

But the other side of the phone obviously didn't want to give him this opportunity, and even changed someone to answer: "Mo Nan, you are still so naïve, did you do those things, does it matter?" Even if I let someone frame you, so what? What's the difference between you and a waste now, don't embarrass the manager anymore, even if the manager helps you speak, the other team members won't agree to you coming back and lowering our level. ”

Syllable!

The crisp hang-up sound made Mo Nan's fingers stiffen.

Clearly, the club had made the decision to abandon him because he was no longer useful.

Unwilling, he's really unwilling!

"Brother." A slightly cold voice rang out of his ears.

Mo Nan turned around and saw his sister, who was about to put away his embarrassment.

I heard Mo Bei say again: "In the next game, I will play for you." ”

"What?" Mo Nan was shocked, and his eyes shook and lit up.

Mo Bei grabbed his trouser pocket and chuckled: "What, you don't believe in my level?" ”

"How could I not believe in your level." Mo Nan muttered, "But ......"

Mo Bei interrupted him casually: "The two of us look the same, no one in that circle has ever seen me, I pretend to be you, and no one will suspect it." ”

Indeed, no one but him knows, that secret.

Three years ago, it was popular in the Glory A area, which was sought after by countless players, but it retired at the most glorious time, and the national costume was the first, and the gender was female.

If it was her comeback, even Mo Nan couldn't imagine what kind of sensation it would cause!

"Are you really going?"

"Of course." Mo Bei said as he picked up the scissors and swiped at his long hair, his movements were handsome, and when he turned his eyes sideways, a messy short black hair brought out a faint glow: "I have to tell those people that my brother is not someone who wants to bully, he can bully." ”

A month later.

High-speed rail train station.

Because it was a holiday, there were a lot of people on the platform.

In the middle of that, the young man with a clear figure was very eye-catching, and his young body was put on a dark blazer, giving him a thrilling handsomeness without disguise.

There are already quite a few girls looking this way.

The young man smiled lightly, causing a crimson color.

Wang Dongdong, the little assistant who came to pick up people, couldn't help but be stunned after seeing this scene.

After all, he couldn't connect the elegant teenager in front of him with the non-mainstream who smashed the keyboard as soon as he lost the game.

What the hell is wrong with this person, it can't be a ghost, right?

Mo Beilai had seen Wang Dongdong's photos before, and according to her brother's meaning, the assistant was the only person he trusted.

Since that's the case, let's start with him first and see if he can tell her identity.

"Dongdong." Mo Bei walked over with a smile.

Wang Dongdong looked like he was tongued by a cat: "You dyed, dyed your hair?!" ”

He said, why does it always feel different.

It turned out to be dyed hair.

It must be because of this that he has the illusion that the other party has become elegant!

"Well, dyed." Mo Bei thought of her brother's piercing yellow hair, and smiled: "What? Not good-looking? ”

Before Wang Dongdong could answer, the two of them suddenly encountered a current limit, and bursts of screams rang out without warning.

"Ahhh K God, my favorite K God! ”