Chapter 1355: One Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty, You Are a Young Man Here, Mo Nan

Quick as a wink.

All sounds were still.

Mo Nan turned around very slowly, and all he saw was cold and shaking eyes.

"I'm sorry."

He's saying he's sorry.

Didn't stick to it.

I'm really sorry.

That's probably the only thing that can be left for that person.

Zhao Leng's hand clenched and clenched, and even wanted to hold him down, ask him, and what was going on with the one who promised him.

But he couldn't ask.

To this day, he could still see the man's hanging right hand, fingertips shaking.

A miserable white face, still smiling.

Monan knew he shouldn't have spent a quarter of an hour more with this person.

It's because, some people, if you look at it more, you will regret it.

If only I could do it all over again.

He'll definitely be friends with him when he's in the Academy.

Mo Nan withdrew his gaze from Zhao Leng's body, and then met those stunned faces: "According to your wishes, there are two places on the red side, in this case, there is no need to continue the game." ”

If so, it's really acceptable...... People are still looking at each other.

Over there, Mo Nan approached the person who said shady, word by word, and his voice was fresh: "I can retire, but you also remember, this data on the screen, three MVPs, the first in the field in terms of damage, the person who entered the wild area alone, and turned the whole tide of the battle, she never had the backstage you said, she stood here, step by step, she should have gone to the arena that belonged to her, she shouldn't have been folded here by you, and let me hear your speculation with misinterpretation, I will beat you all over the ground, after all, I'm not a pro anymore. ”

As soon as he spoke, he tugged the tag on his chest, smiling evilly, in full swing.

Zhao Leng watched from the side, already guessing why he did this.

What else can make a person who likes to play so much give up the possibility of touching his dreams.

There is only one point, it is that he decided to give this dream to the small facial paralysis that he must bring with every sentence.

Zhao Leng still remembers that when this guy was in the academy, it was snowing heavily that day, and the cold person didn't want to stretch out his hand.

At that time, Mo Nan didn't have a mobile phone, so he went to the supermarket outside, made a phone call and came back, his whole body was cold, and he was still saying to him: "I have to fight hard, I seemed to have appeared last time, and my sister saw it, damn!" Call Leng, look at me, you seriously say, how did I perform last time. ”

At that time, he didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Mo Nan hesitated: "Even if we are not friends, we will bow our heads and not look up to see each other, you evaluate your opponent, let you evaluate, be happy." ”

"You're asking me to rate my performance in the last game?" Zhao Leng asked very slowly.

Mo Nan kept nodding his head there, a very temperamental person, with a plush hat, and he didn't know which little girl he was pulling: "Say, be honest." ”

"You won the last game against me, and you asked me to rate you?"

The memory is deep because of who he brought such helpless dirty words with for the first time.

The man was there, hahaha smiled: "Then I'm still quite handsome, I didn't embarrass my sister, you are a person, you don't have a sister at first glance, it is impossible for a person with a sister to be so cold, I must have never felt love since I was a child, blame the poor, I tell you, I must be the one who wants to win the championship in the future, I promised my sister, I will definitely not lose to you, you see that we both have different starting points, you ......"

He was at that time.

I just want to kick this girl-picking madman out of the dorm.

But now.

He wanted to tell him not to give up, but he could only tug on his sleeve.

Monan.

Monan ......