Everyone present was aware of the problem with the number of meals.

Of course, this also includes Mobei.

She looked over, and her handsome side face did not show any emotional waves.

I just shook my usual hand and prepared to go to the refrigerator to see what else could be done.

"Everyone's rice is divided into a fifth."

Suddenly, a nonchalant voice sounded.

It was Feng Nai, he was standing there, wearing a pure black team uniform, still in a lazy and lazy posture, but his eyes were dark and thorough.

Then, with one hand in his trouser pocket, he paced up to the assistant. "This month's bonus is gone. ”

"Yes." The assistant lowered his head and wiped a cold sweat, and after following the god for a long time, he would understand that this person seemed to only have a good face, but in fact, he had his own bottom line in terms of treating team members.

Grandma Ash glanced this way.

I don't understand why the boss wants to embarrass the assistant for that Mo Nan.

In his opinion, Monan is actually not qualified to be their teammate.

The assistant is understandable for not counting him.

Although the other party's cooking skills are beyond imagination, this is not a chef competition.

The rice will be set aside, anyway, it doesn't matter if you eat more or less.

I hope that when the friendly match comes, Monan can convince him.

Otherwise, he really doesn't want to be on a team with such a person.

As long as he thinks about it, he feels uncomfortable with the means that this person used to rub their heat.

Now the Internet is full of what he used to do.

Sometimes, he also admires Monan.

It's all like this, and you still come out to play?

Don't you have a little bit of self-esteem?

The atmosphere at the dinner table was not very warm.

Even if there are cats and bears, foodies, it has not improved.

After all, in a sense,

Not to mention that people on the Internet are unwilling to accept Mobei.

Even within the team, Mo Bei has not yet been regarded as a member.

After the meal, it was time for an internal meeting for the friendly matches.

"In this competition, K God can't be played, otherwise the difference in strength is too great." The assistant conveyed the meaning of the company: "Each team will have two people who are randomly matched ordinary players, so the format of the friendly match is three rows against three rows. ”

After hearing her name next to Mo Nan, her grandmother frowned: "Do you want to line up like this?" ”

"The list is set by the company."

Grandma Ash stopped talking, obviously dissatisfied with such an arrangement.

Forget it, anyway, there is a cold past, and even if Mo Nan is too pit, the two of them will be able to bring two with three.

There is also nothing else to pay attention to.

The only point was that the assistant had to talk to the new assistant alone, and called Mo Bei aside.

"What's that, Monan." The assistant coughed lightly, and due to the mistake at work just now, his tone of voice was also a lot more restrained: "It's too much trouble on the Internet, during this friendly match, you pay attention to the camera and stay away from K, otherwise the fans will be dissatisfied, and KGod himself doesn't like this, after all, you haven't passed the heat, I'm afraid of ......"

"Okay."

Before the assistant could finish speaking, he was interrupted by one of these words.

Mo Bei looked at him, his eyes were very light, without the slightest wave, as if all that could be reflected was the game screen on the screen in the distance: "Is there anything else?" ”

Probably the other party's attitude is too indifferent.

It always felt unreal to him.

The assistant paused stiffly: "No ......"