Mo Bei knew very well in his heart that everything Yu Zixin said could happen.

The ears could hear nothing but ridicule.

She can't forget what some people said before the start of the national preliminary round.

Her brother's hand injury is not healing.

Compared to the record of 0 kills and 6 deaths.

Compared with so many people talking about her brother's black history, saying that her brother is Tuhai's cancer.

Her brother can no longer play games.

Who cares.

After all, he has such a bad reputation.

Of course she doesn't care what happens to her brother.

That's the truth.

Again, she is indeed fighting on behalf of her.

Even Uncle Feng had foresight.

But in people's eyes, she is a substitute.

It's just one thing, Yu Zixin is wrong.

She never came to get justice.

She just wanted her brother not to regret it.

Love esports.

Eyes glow.

Even so.

The little figure was still in the snowy night, and pulled her collar: "North, you have to be obedient when you enter the Imperial League, don't be so paralyzed, and tell my brother if I am short of money, my brother now secretly goes to the Internet café to help people clear the keyboard, and he can earn living expenses." ”

He gave her everything.

Including the love and dreams that have always been there.

If you don't like it that much, just try to cater to yourself.

Play it as a business game.

No one will care anyway.

Mo Bei could even understand her brother's pain at that time.

Those who do not adapt to the rules will eventually be eliminated.

But she couldn't think so.

If even she thinks so.

All along, her brother's persistence is nothing.

When Mo Bei raised his eyes, Yu Zixin and Lu Yifan had already left.

When the clerk came to collect something, he saw the young man pinching the teacup and his knuckles white.

"Are you feeling unwell?" The clerk asked.

Mo Bei stood up, and her eyes were blocked by black broken hair: "No." ”

The clerk wanted to ask something.

Mo Bei had already walked out of the café.

The sun outside was just right, but it didn't make people feel the slightest warmth.

Because the longer you walk, the more you'll find out.

You can't prove anything.

Mo Bei grabbed his trouser pockets and looked across the road.

She stood at the crossroads like that.

There is a surging flow of people all around.

What if it becomes completely black.

Isn't it good to repay others in the way of others?

Mo Bei thought a lot.

Eventually, the sight fell on one point.

Those were two little people.

The girl said, "Brother, there is a person in our class who always calls me ugly, and I also learn her method, and tell others that her family is poor, and now no one in the class plays with her at all." ”

The boy grimaced: "Don't do this." ”

Girl: "Why?" She said me first, I'm just going back. ”

Boy: "It's okay to go back, you can fight with her, but you can't be her, it's a joke and a gossip, if you become like that, I won't buy you a cone to eat, and I don't want you as a sister." ”

The girl sighed, still carrying a small schoolbag, and her face turned red: "I won't be in the future." ”

"It's pretty much the same, my sister can't be like that."

Not sure why.

This sentence would have coincided with a voice from so long ago.

"My sister is not paralyzed, she plays games better than you, don't you accept it? I don't have the ability to fight. ”

Mo Bei stopped.

You can faintly hear the singing coming from the overpass.

Someone is singing.

"The direction of the headwind is more suitable for flying, I am not afraid of thousands of people blocking it, I am only afraid of surrendering."