Chapter 1188: No. 1,198, Mo Nan, do n’t like it if you do n’t like it

Chapter 1188 Chapter 198, Mo Nan, Don't Order If You Don't like It
At that time, I didn't like to deal with people, and because I didn't grow up, I didn't know how to converge my own edge, and many people couldn't get used to him.
He is different. Sixteen-year-old Mo Nan has light in his eyes and is full of suffocation. Whoever sees him wants to be friends with him.
He sometimes sits in his own position, often watching him box lunch with others and grilled sausages outside the youth training camp door.
I probably noticed that he was watching, and he would throw one over: "Aren't the coach not letting us go out? I'll let the boss send him in, please?"
Call cold and eat less of these things outside.
He didn't understand this kind of food that could not see what meat was. How did Mo Nan get down and eat with every taste, he was not afraid of food poisoning?
He couldn't see where he was smart, but he didn't throw the grilled sausages and just left them there.
After training, someone surrounded him.
Before he could do anything, a figure grabbed the opponent's collar faster than him, and shouted to let him go first.
It is really funny and secondary.
But how did the second person get the shadow in his heart?
Probably too sorry.
The man who was on par with himself was now standing there, pointed by Wan Fu.
Huo Leng slaps his right hand, and when he releases it, the man also comes to the center: "I invited him to join, not me who asked for it. If any of you are not satisfied with the position of Mo Nan, you can ask Challenge, when did you also develop the habit of saying gossip, is training often too short and makes you feel free? "
Probably not expected, their captain will come at this time.
The talking reserve players froze.
Someone stood out: "Call the team, you said that the most taboo inside the team is dictatorship. The victory or defeat of the game is not determined by one person, but depends on the cooperation of everyone. Why do you invite Mo Nan, didn't discuss with us. Whether this approach violates the original intention of our team, I think we have at least the right to know. "
"That said, we don't even know, he came."
"It's a bit unreasonable. Honestly, I don't like it."
Huoleng listened to the sounds around him and said coldly: "It is stipulated in the team that each substitute player will be decided by the starting team member, coach and manager."
Call those who spoke to him: "Mo Nan passed all the votes. You want the right to know. After the trials are played well, you can vote against anyone after you have become a formal contestant. You have n’t played yet. In the case of qualification, it doesn't make sense to select teammates. "
"If you don't like it, you can leave the team at any time." Huoleng reached out and opened his cabinet, his face was sharp and angular: "Need me to remind you that you are not regular players?"
This last sentence made several people nailed there.
In a sense, they really have to be selected, just like Monan.
Reserve players are not entitled to participate in decisions.
The man who proposed the dictatorship also realized that he had crossed the line and his face was a little pale. He couldn't just pass by like this, and hesitated: "Can the team say that it can challenge, is it true or false?"
Huoleng closed the cabinet, and the room echoed.
After watching the singles over there, I wanted to come over.
Who is this silly boy who introduced him, and how to come to the captain's words are questioned.
I feel that I am playing well and the team can challenge at any time. Everyone knows this and is still questioning here.
The candidates in this session are really ...
Huan Leng didn't let him speak. He copied it into his trousers pocket with one hand, and put the white towel on his shoulders, and said: "True".
The man was very angry: "Then I will challenge him now."
Then he looked at Mo Nan: "Senior should not refuse me with any good excuse for hand injury?"
Mo Nan didn't say much, just put down the towel: "Let's go."
Two words, it doesn't hurt.
At the training camp, everyone prepares a computer.
There are scales and exercise times.
Candidate players do not have gaming chairs, only regular players do.
The training camp is divided into one and two floors.
There will be a large screen downstairs for projection, and an internal battle will be held every three days to select new combatants to the bench.
Three consecutive years, it sounds easy.
Actually here, if you don't make progress today, you are tantamount to falling behind.
Because here is the strongest team in the country.
"Everyone chooses to assist in the middle of the road, one hundred and one hundred blood towers." Huan Leng stood there wearing a uniform, with a faint voice: "Go ahead."
There is an unwritten heads-up rule in Heroes.
To see who kills the other person first, it means one blood.
To see who made up 100 soldiers first, that means one hundred.
In the same way, if you fight against each other, you are not allowed to go to other lines or wild areas. Whoever pushes down the first tower will win the game, otherwise it will automatically give up the game.
As a professional player, even the reserve players will not understand these.
It's just clear that someone got a hole.
When choosing a hero, he brought healing.
"Choose one with blood control!"
The people next to him were also giving him tricks.
When I went into the game, I saw that the alternative team members had taken the therapy, and the manager standing on the second floor had his eyebrows twisted.
But this time, Huoleng did not explicitly say that he could not bring healing, so he could not say that he violated the rules.
Only in this case, Mo Nan was clearly suffering.
Originally a post-choice hero, he couldn't get the strongest supporting role in this version, but now the opponent has brought healing.
It's hard to fight ...
"Captain." Zhong Dan opened his mouth, he wanted to say that he would have to reopen, otherwise Mo Nan could not fight.
On the big screen over there, the figure of Mo Nan had already stepped out of the fountain.
His handsome face seemed unsurprising to everything in front of him, as if he could have anticipated no matter how much the opponent did not respect the bottom line of the battle.
It is also this group of people who have been holding on to the point of bey "playing".
Said that the other party violated the spirit of e-sports and caused bad influence.
they know.
Presumably Mo Nan knew better.
He thought Mo Nan would be angry.
Unexpectedly, he was only there to supplement the soldiers, without saying a word.
In the single, I looked at them and called the team.
Huan Leng could not see any emotion in his eyes.
The man was thick and controllable, and suppressed Mo Nan as soon as he came up.
Mo Nan didn't even dare to come out.
It's really not easy to get out. If you go out and get charged, it's easy to lose a blood.
Such a heads-up match, not to mention Mo Nan, even if it was him, he might not win with certainty, because from the beginning, the showdown was not fair.
"Senior, sometimes people have to serve the old."
The man saw that Mo Nan didn't even dare to come out, and his voice was full of arrogance: "I know you have a good talent before, it must have been two years, not to mention you assassin, what transformation assistance Do all of your brothers and sisters like to play reversing, and then you are beautiful, seeing you hit my face, I can do everything. Senior, you are not bey, not to mention bey, how many years have passed, are you still holding emperor? Meng Blow, I did n’t see her much. As for the seniors, do you want me to teach you how to play auxiliary?

The people standing by his side laughed after hearing this.
Because, even if he was hiding under the tower, he couldn't resist the attack of that man.
How long before this, Mo Nan's health has been beaten half.
"Senior, it's too slow. Just like your hand speed, and you want to return to your career? You can't even hide your skills. I'll call the team today. He wants to be a teammate. He is not the talented person at the time. Mo Nan, don't hold on to the past, look at us newcomers! "
Talking, the man held a sledgehammer, a sudden rotation, and utterly consumed half of Mo Nan's blood.
Now Mo Nan ’s blood is very unhealthy. If he does n’t go home, he may lose his life at any time, but if he goes home, he will be greatly cut off in speed, and he may not even be able to keep the tower. .
The manager stood on the second floor and was supposed to handle things. At this time he stopped and didn't move.
A low eye looked at the direction of calling cold.
It's too ordinary.
Although he was unwilling to hit the teenager.
But now Mo Nan is really too ordinary.
Maybe if he stabs the guest, he still has a little look.
Changing to the auxiliary position, overall, there is no trace of my sharpness.
Even more, each of the reserve players here has his own characteristics and guts.
Hand speed is too slow.
The state is not right.
He even wanted to ask Huoleng, do you still think this is the top player who is comparable to you when you are in the youth training camp?
"kill him!"
"Come on!"
"Just to fight like that! Don't let him come out!"
"It's too ordinary. What's the point of summoning a team to invite such a person back, take a blood and let him go!"
No one likes people from the airborne,
They are even several years behind.
In their opinion, Mo Nan's peak period has long since passed. Whatever he did, what did he do to fight with those of them who could hardly carry out their dreams?
Call him a senior, it is their education, he really treats himself as a dish?
"Okay, I know what you mean, so I won't play here anymore." The man held the mouse with one hand: "Some people should come back from where they came from, really thought they fell into the smelly ditch It can still come out, and today I will let my seniors serve the old! "
With that said, the man swayed, lifted the sledgehammer again, and rushed towards Mo Nan, who was still blood!
"He wants to cross the tower!"
The manager shook his hands and took his eyes off. There was no need to look any further.
Once the dynasty no longer exists.
Mo Nan is unlikely to survive.
I just hope that Leng Leng will put down his regrets and look forward.
Because no matter how regretful, the "Mo Nan" who was still able to leave Chan with a single blade was dead and died in that frame.
Now he's scared and unsuitable for playing e-sports ...
(End of this chapter)