Chapter 1589: Before the game!

   Chapter 1589 before the game!
  "Hand speed, pay attention, Mao Maoxiong, did you not eat, and you, Feng Nai, I let you see your ball, but I didn't let you see the facial paralysis."
  Zhao Sanpang did not know where to find a speaker.
  At the entrance of the village, the village chief asks everyone to gather to talk about things. The voice is so noisy that it is difficult for people to ignore it.
  In this kind of environment, the trained players are indeed not bad in psychological quality.
  In addition, beside him stood a thin little demon in a white shirt.
  The thin little devil is holding a tablet in his hand, and will draw a stroke from time to time, and then stop, his eyes indifferent: "Slow."
  At the beginning, Mao Maoxiong was still not convinced: "How fast I poked, I can't be slow."
  The thin little devil is not nonsense, and the tablet is turned to let him watch the picture by himself.
  Mao Mao Xiong looked at the geometric figures and parabolic graphs above, and suddenly felt that he shouldn’t be here.
   "It's just one trick, so do the calculations?" Mao Maoxiong is about to cry and wants to find his brother.
   Mo Bei would not have any expression on his face, and he replied as he demolished the tower: "We all fight like this."
   Mao Maoxiong decisively turned his head to look at the gray.
  Sure enough, the same paragraph is lost!
  "Confidante!"
   "Teammate!"
  Two people hold their heads together!
  Mo Bei glanced at the two next to her, trying to comfort him.
  Feng Nai walked over and kicked one of them.
   Mao Mao Xiong raised his eyes.
  Feng Nai's eyes were light: "This is where you should sit?"
   Mao Mao Xiong screamed, away from his brother.
  The speed of dusting is faster, and I can’t wait to disappear immediately.
  Feng Nai sat down, did not turn on the computer immediately, but propped his chin with one hand and looked in the direction of the two, with a sharply angled face.
  He did not speak either.
  The more you do this, the more hostile you are.
  Mao Mao Xiong felt that the back of her neck was cold, and she couldn't hold it anymore, so she just stopped and said, "I'll clean the toilet!"
  Tenghui: "I will go too!"
  Feng Nai then retracted his gaze, and met Mo Bei's sight: "Now that the extra people are gone, should you start teaching?"
  The so-called teaching, one-on-one Pk jungle.
   Both use trumpets and are invisible.
  This is the idea of ​​Mo Bei and Zhao Sanpang together.
  Since you have forgotten, let a world-class jungler sparring.
   can get out of bey, but where will it go?
  Of course, as everyone knows, Feng Nai was the one who was blown by the hammer.
  But he likes to lose. After all, the harder he gets hammered, the more patient someone coaxes him.
   "I just didn't mean it."
  Mo Bei was afraid that his self-esteem would be frustrated, and he would often come over after killing someone once and whispered.
Feng Nai lowered his eyes, holding the mouse in his right hand, and said nothing.
  The complexion is pale originally, so that inexplicably makes people feel that he is hiding his thoughts.
  Mo Bei looked and looked again, and finally sighed, holding the mouse across his hand, and his breath was very close: "So, let's fight the dragon first, and use force..."
At the intersection of   light, you can see the corners of Feng's mouth rising slowly.
  Zhao Sanpang was watching: "Shameless, too shameless, at least your dad would not use this trick at that time."
  The thin little demon squinted, and added a glass of bitter gourd juice after the name Fengnai.
  Time is like being pressed the fast forward button.
  This kind of fully enclosed training camp.
  It's not that I have encountered problems.
  Netizens can’t wait to hammer Mo Bei and Feng Nai to prove that they are right.
  The organizing committee has received many opinions.
  Some people have been to Fengshi, all of them were Feng Yi said: "Professional players' strength should be used in the arena, but in public opinion." Blocked back.
  A week later.
Nine in the morning.
capital Airport.
  On this day, almost all the mainstream e-sports media are concentrated here...
  (End of this chapter)