Chapter 1235: First 1,245

Chapter 1235: One Thousand One Two Forty Five
The recorder really paused for five seconds before he started typing.
The onlookers were all staring at each other, but Mo Bei was as if no one was around, with a clear back.
"Mo North to South?" The recorder once again confirmed her entry ID.
Mo Bei said "um", there was no trace of emotions.
"Why doesn't she use the name bey?"
"Afraid of being scolded by fans of Imperial League, who doesn't know who she is now."
"The means are really clever."
The young player who didn't say a word, listened to the sounds around him, and then looked at the figure who was hit by him just now.
Watching her indifferently tear open the number plate, and then put it on her shoulders, could not help but, in front of her: "Why not bey?"
As soon as Mo Bei's long fingers stopped, his gaze fell on the young face in front of him, his eyes pale.
"Why? Really like these people say, are you afraid of being scolded?" The young player said here, his hands clenched: "I don't believe it! If you are afraid of being scolded, when you come back, Just tell everyone who is not, I don't believe it! "
Mo Bei posted the number plate before answering his question formally: "Bey was named by me when Imperial League was dissolved. I used the master's ID card to register the account. Real-name authentication is required to unfreeze."
The young player froze. He thought of many answers, but he didn't expect it to be such a reason.
Real name certification, ha ha ha ha, real name certification?
Yeah, when bey entered the imperial alliance, he was still young and had an anti-addiction system.
There will be situations where someone else's identity card is used for registration, and a literal description will be given at the time of the game.
Most of them are used by parents, bey uses z god? It's also quite nonsense.
The people next to me have so much discussion, and they have any speculation, but who can think of it, it is just the most essential real name authentication.
"What's more, there is no Imperial League. The account of bey doesn't make any sense to me." Mo Bei looked at him with a faint voice. "It doesn't matter if you use Mo Bei to the south, but there is my brother's name inside . "
Suddenly, even the partner next to the young player who was dragging him stopped.
This is my brother's name.
From the beginning, the person told everyone exactly what she came back for.
What plan, what purpose to learn her masters and girls dressed as men's clothing, what is the purpose of enthusiasm.
There are also many explanations, why choose this one.
Nonsense!
Her name says it all, and Mo Bei "turns" south.
Quite simply, if it wasn't for Mo Bei "facing" south, everything would be meaningless.
From bey alone, does she need to prove how capable she can be.
She came back as Mo Nan, not because she was stupid and not smart enough
Instead, she knew exactly what kind of situation she would face, and chose to bet her own career to prove something.
It wasn't because her brother couldn't do it. It was a betrayal of her teammates. It was her brother's hand that was really injured.
If one day I really want to make it out, what will it look like.
It turns out that nothing will happen.
She was retired, and the stereotype of Mo Nan in people's hearts still exists.
The justice she wants has never come, since it is so!
"Why are you coming back this time!"
The young player yelled, "You shouldn't expect anything, haven't you proven it once, it's useless, why are you back?"
Mo Bei stood there, with people behind and behind her, but she was the only piece of land here, standing against the light, even more incompatible with her surroundings.
"No one here likes you, do you understand?"
Even our insistence, in the eyes of others, does not seem to judge the situation.
do you understand!
Mo Bei looked sideways, looking at the red eyes of the young player, and then turned to look at the big screen: "I play a game, and if anyone can like it, I will certainly be happy, but even if nobody likes it, Influence me want to be a professional player, to play matches with the people I care about, to win the championship I want, this is just a trial, not yet to Milan. "
The sound was so muted that it was just as ordinary as a narrative.
But this sentence made the young players' chests feel shocked.
He is a professional player because of his love.
But pure love, there is no way to support a person to go to the end.
Playing with the people you care about and going further to win the championship is what he originally thought.
Which one of those people was not called because they were not liked.
Obviously the Imperial League has been dissolved.
The southern Hunan Iron Triangle was also fragmented by tampering.
Many people are talking about being unworthy.
so what?
Have they given up? Do n’t you love it?
If you do n’t love it, in that final, you wo n’t clenched your teeth and make a miracle.
For what it is, to win the championship, to prove to the world that we are not bad.
"Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha." The young player smiled and leaned on his partner.
His partner didn't speak.
The young player lowered his eyes: "It was us who never understood."
"Well." The man didn't let him judge the situation anymore.
Lifted his eyes and looked at the long, cold figure.
Previously, a group of people were walking this way.
Eleven, hunting in battle clothes, never turning back.
It's a person walking this way now, never backing off.
Which situation would be better?
no difference.
Because it ’s amazing, the figures seem to overlap, just like the gods were there.
But in a flash, it turned into a shadow.
No one was behind her, not even they dared to walk by.
Just then.
A sudden sound cut through the open space.
"It's exciting to say something. There's no expression at all. Didn't you say that others like you? Would you be happy? When you said this, you didn't really feel happy at all."
Who?
This was the first reaction of the people present, all looking for a sound source.
Mo Bei just stopped and leaned down.
"Here, small facial paralysis, you don't always look there. Little locomotives, your handsome brother like this, you can't see it. After a while, you shouldn't see the other side against you, right? "
Little locomotive, the kind of toy car that children like to take?
People really didn't want to look at that area.
Now I put my eyes on, and I saw a young boy with a sullen smile and a long leg. He was no longer in a hoodie and said nothing, even his eyes were different.
Behind him were four or five children, each with a toot.
He was like a child king, and he took a few bunches of marshmallow in his hand ...
(End of this chapter)