It's night.

The two of them slept in the same room the next day.

It's different from the first day.

When Feng Nai came in this time, the person in the next bed had not returned.

I threw the key on the closet.

Feng Nai's indifferent eyes swept over there, pulled out a towel and walked into the bathroom.

Mo Bei didn't go far, she sat on the bench in the community, her black hair was blown a little messy, but she couldn't see the slightest emotion on her side face.

At that time, was that how her brother felt?

No one will be on his side.

Because that's what people want.

Mo Bei could almost imagine what mood he was in when he went home to treat his hand injury.

It is impossible to recover anymore.

Trauma plus long-term strain.

For a professional esports player, what it means is obvious.

Even so, I still want to come back.

Even no one here welcomed him.

Mo Bei remembered that when she was a child, she liked to play games, and he also liked to play.

However, their pocket money was only enough to buy a ticket to the Asian competition.

The father also didn't approve of a little girl's obsession with games.

He put her skirt on, smiled and said, "Go ahead, brother help you block it." ”

Mo Bei lowered his eyes, his fingers tightened, and he withdrew his thoughts.

What does Monan look like.

She knows best.

Why do you still want to come back.

Probably because there is something deep in my heart that has not been completely extinguished.

Then rekindle it while it is dying.

Mo Bei stood up, the windbreaker on his body was blown hunting, and his back was arrogant and noble into the night.

Twelve o'clock in the morning.

When she pushed the door open and entered the apartment.

The cat and bear were rummaging through the refrigerator, muttering, "It's okay to give me a bag of milk, why are they all raw." ”

After finishing speaking, a side eye coughed lightly: "What then, are you hungry?" ”

What the other party's eyes really reveal is basically obvious.

Mo Bei put the windbreaker he took off and put it on the chair casually, and his voice was faint: "What do you want to eat?" ”

"That fried noodles were very good last time!" The cats and bears have their eyes lit up.

Mo Bei glanced at the refrigerator: "The ingredients are not enough." ”

"That's ......" cats and bears are in shape.

Mo Bei lifted his eyes, and his side face did not have any emotion: "You go over there and wait, I'll watch and do it." ”

Hearing this, the cat and bear were so moved that they were about to cry.

At the age of seventeen, it is the time to grow the body, and once you get hungry, you will really lose your sovereignty.

In addition, the hungry are not cats and bears alone.

In the cold past, when he smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen, he automatically took the dishes and chopsticks and sat down at the dining table, with a handsome face.

I don't know what Mobei is going to do.

I could only faintly hear the rhythmic sound of falling knives.

It's like cutting meat, and it's like cutting vegetables.

That's the voice.

Let Feng Nai, who was wet with black broken hair, paced down from the upstairs, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "Han Xi, I seem to have said, let you stop cooking your dark food at night, do you have to eat it all like last time, and you don't even have the physical strength to play the next day?" After eating the food you cooked, no one will play in the friendly match tomorrow afternoon, just throw it directly, after all, you are the sixth person in the enemy army, and you are poisoned ......"

Speaking of this, Feng Nai stopped because he saw that it was not Han Xi who was standing in the kitchen with an apron and cooking......