"Evoke Leng is the rich second generation you want to play games with, right?" After Mo Bei's message was sent, he didn't receive a reply for a long time.

Until she wanted to edit something more and send it over.

There was an update on the phone: "He is very strong, he always knows what path to choose, unlike your brother and me, who are too wasteful, this is probably the gap between us." ”

Monan didn't say that to anyone.

When he lost to Calla Leng for the first time.

What the mood.

It's not jealousy, it's not unwillingness.

It's you who feel like you've been going hand in hand.

That person is already too much stronger than you, and you're just spinning in circles.

Even in the back, even meeting and greeting will be taken into account, after all, the other party's team is national-level.

And he is completely different.

Monan began to realize that he was starting to go downhill, and it was at that time.

But no one is to blame.

He began to overdraw himself while others were dormant.

Even in the end, there is no use value at all.

People have no chance of being born again, and they will not have regret taking medicine.

Monan closed his eyes, and his mind was full of images of the doctor shaking his head at him.

When I opened it again, the speed of the reply was faster: "So Bei, you avoid him, I'm really afraid that he will see that you have a problem." ”

"Yes."

After Mo Bei finished sending these two words, he looked at the hand that was about to be deleted with the sentence "This is probably our gap" and stopped.

Her brother has been fiery and uninhibited since he was a child.

But that doesn't mean her brother doesn't want to make progress.

That's because people say, "Your brother is so bad at studying, you must not be good at studying either." ”

In the second exam, you can directly score 100 points, and throw the paper on the other party's table: "Look clearly, who is poor in learning, and then shout in front of my sister in the future, and see you in the playground later." ”

This person was so far away by the little friend he cared about the most.

What kind of mood is it?

Many people will say that winning or losing really matters?

It seems that I still don't understand the difference between gaming and esports.

Any athletic event.

It's all a dream.

And Mo Bei, when he really saw the dream shattered.

It was three years ago that the Imperial League was dissolved.

It was three years later, when her brother had a hand injury and told her, "I'm back, I'm not going to play again." ”

Then shut yourself in your room for three days.

Mo Bei was wondering if her brother's dream was also shattered.

But, at the end of the day, none of this helps.

No one understands, so they don't explain anymore.

There is a lot of dirty water, so they just roll in the mud.

Framed, looked down upon, and has no use value.

None of that matters.

The important thing is that when the dream is shattered, she sticks it back for her brother.

What she wants.

Very simple.

Win until the day her brother can come back.

Then, watch him win the championship.

She said she never came with hope.

Whatever it is, covering up your identity is the most important thing at the moment.

Mo Bei lowered his eyes, his fingers moved slightly, and the last message disappeared from his phone...

Outside the lounge.

Feng Nai didn't go anywhere, but leaned back with a slender body and asked the activity assistant for a cigarette.

That kind of look has never been seen by the activity assistant.

The bridge of the tall nose is cold, and the eyes are very dark, but there is no temperature at all.

This made him feel a little chill at the back of his neck when he wanted to step forward.

Mr. Feng was not there again, and went to the broadcast room to communicate.

He's an assistant, so he doesn't want to ask much.

Now he is only worried about one thing, can he still do a good job in the show like God K......