The eSports King’s Crush

Wang Dongdong was also worried about this.

Hence, at night, he gave Mo Bei a call, his tone sounding sincere. “Brother Nan, I do know that your jungling support skill is very formidable. However, during team fights, supports have to get marginalized. Otherwise, there’s really no way to continue playing. During the first battle of the National Preliminaries, you must prove yourself. According to the news I heard, many people disapprove of you remaining in Dark Flares. You know what that means.”

Mo Bei’s voice was very indifferent. “Have you misunderstood anything about my support skills?”

“How could I have misunderstood? You’re totally playing support with the style you use to play assassin. You are extremely aggressive.” Wang Dongdong had at the very least analyzed the videos.

Mo Bei dismissed this lightly. “Then, there has been a misunderstanding.”

Wang Dongdong wanted to say more.

However, Mo Bei said, “I’m going to sleep. We’ll talk another day if there’s anything else.”

Wang Dongdong was speechless. Now, who exactly was the one entering the competing arena? Why was he so nervous when the other party was completely fine?

Brother Nan, you don’t even look the least bit like you’re trying to show people what eSports is!

When Feng Nai walked out after showering, he saw his roommate hanging up a call.

His right hand, which was drying his hair, stopped for a moment. His gaze shot to the clock hanging in the bedroom. He had seen people in a relationship before.

They usually called each other at this time of the day.

It was already very clear who the other party was.

Feng Nai’s almond eyes looked up. He casually threw the towel aside and, leaving his chest naked, he picked up a lighter. His voice was still aloof as he said, “That phone of yours better not ring after I fall asleep.”

Mo Bei gave him a sideways glance. Instead of speaking, she lifted her hand and threw something over.

Feng Nai caught it and looked down at his palm. A bag of hot strips?

“There’s no one here, Captain. You can eat it now.” Mo Bei stood there and bowed her head, pressing it down on the pillow at the head of the bed. Her back was tall and slender.

Feng Nai said nonchalantly, “Who told you that I didn’t eat it because there were people around?”

What other reason could there be?

Mo Bei did not respond.

A second later, she heard the sound of the bag being bitten open.

After she finished tidying up her bedding, she turned around and saw that he had already put a hot strip between his lips. His face was still handsome and distinctively aloof.

His black hair was dripping with water, the drops sliding down along his collarbone.

Feline animals probably all said one thing while their hearts felt something else.

Mo Bei retracted her gaze, trying her best not to look at him to avoid seeing anything that she shouldn’t.

A person who looked so handsome and attractive while having a hot strip in his mouth was indeed hard to find.

Mo Bei compared her looks to his.

She realized that Little Lin was right. His brother could totally make money by using his appearance.

No question about that.

After he ate, his level of resentment should be lower.

Feng Nai indeed had slightly more patience than before.

It was all thanks to Trouble Lin’s Little Brother’s evident act of goodwill. He had brought a bag of hot strips up for him.

Some things could be forgotten.

However, this guy had never mentioned previously that he had a girlfriend.

Feng Nai moved his eyes to glance at the bed beside him.

Mo Bei had already lain down, her arm resting on the side of the bed. She seemed slightly tired, and her black hair messily covered her forehead, revealing a section of her fair neck.

Feng Nai did not stare any longer.

When he saw this, he retracted his gaze.

After closing his eyes, he still thought about that section of skin, which was more tender and fairer than a girl’s…