Even if you have already withdrawn from the wine game just now.

Feng Yi's mood was not immediately relieved.

He stood under the tree, tilted his head and lit a cigarette, which he put between his lips.

At the beginning, Feng Yi thought it had something to do with his personality.

Now he found out that not necessarily.

If it's a small point and you enter a team like that, no matter how careful you are, maybe it will end up the same way.

If a teenager becomes famous and gets in the way of others, he will be pulled out.

Feng Yi lowered his eyes, a little afraid to imagine that scene.

The hand hurt indeed.

But abandoned by teammates in that situation.

It's not just that it hurts.

Feng Yi didn't even know how to reply to the messages sent to him by Xiao Budian.

Tell Xiao Budian, you are right, your brother's hand injury is indeed likely to be healed again?

Feng Yi took a deep breath and let the smell of tobacco echo between his noses.

He worries that knowing all this will stop playing games.

Doing inning, hand injury, backstabbing.

No one gave Monan a chance to make it clear.

It's all negative talk.

That's how he left.

and be scolded for being incompetent.

Xiao Budian wants to get it back, so she will use her brother's name to return.

If Mo Nan's hand is gone, it won't be any better...

Feng Yi pressed his eyebrows.

The phone has a caller ID.

He paused, pressed the answer button, and his voice was deliberately lighthearted: "Hey." ”

"Uncle Feng, it's me." After Mo Bei's training share was finished today, the first thing he did was to call Feng Yi: "My brother's matter, has there been a result?" ”

Feng Yi listened to the light voice over there, and finally replied: "Yes." ”

Mo Bei's face turned sideways, and his light-colored eyes became deeper and deeper because of the words he heard.

The hands on the long legs became tighter and tighter, and even the joints were a little white.

Of course, Feng Yi didn't tell Mo Bei everything.

He hid the fact that Mo Nan's hand injury is likely not to heal: "So your brother's hand injury may need more time to heal." ”

"As long as it can be cured." Mo Bei let go of her hand, and her palm was printed with a string of red, but her voice was light: "Wang Jun, Lu Yifan, Yang Mengruo, Chen Yu, these people are all involved, right?" ”

Feng Yi let out a "hmm".

Mo Bei's eyes became a little dark: "Uncle Feng, if my brother's hand can't be good, I also want to abolish Lu Yifan's hand, he took all my brother's things and stepped on my brother's position, this is what he deserves, this thought, after my brother's hand is good, I will put it down." ”

Feng Yi didn't know how to answer this question.

Little Spade asked him to come back and look at Little Dot.

There were other things he could really watch.

But the mentality is a thing.

Flesh and blood relatives, hurt, can't get by, what should I do.

Let her go to the game without a purpose.

It's simply not possible.

Feng Yi couldn't even tell her that Mo Nan couldn't get better.

What I'm afraid of is ruining something more important than winning.

"Don't worry." Feng Yi looked at the cigarette butt: "Mo Nan will definitely be fine." ”

Mo Bei's voice has not changed, but those who are familiar with her know that at this time there is hope in her tone, which is small but very clear: "I asked my brother, he can do daily operation training now, from today onwards, he will play auxiliary, I will play other positions, practice a few sets of tactics, so that when he comes back, it will not be a blank, and he can also cooperate with a good team." ”