Chapter 1627: Personally pick teammates

  Chapter 1627 Personally pick teammates
   Huang Mao was silly, he turned his head and looked at the figure that seemed to be isolated from the world.
  Mo Bei is holding the tablet and is watching the 1v1 playback just now. The handsome face on the side makes people unpredictable what she is thinking. After detecting the gaze from the opposite side, she raised her eyes with deep eyes.
  The yellow hair is looked at, inexplicably aroused.
  He always has a bad feeling.
  This premonition came quickly and strongly.
   hasn't waited for his animal intuition to work.
   Mo Bei over there said: "Adolf."
  Huang Mao’s game ID is called Adolf!
  He didn’t hear it. God Bey should not call him!
  Call him at this time, what good things can be!
  Adolf wanted to run when he let go.
  Unexpectedly, the back collar was directly caught.
  The one who pulls people has a cold temperament and a polite attitude: "I heard that you really want to learn one of my tricks. I can teach you."
  Adolf heard the words, his eyes lit up: "Really?"
   "Yeah." Mo Bei's voice is not hurried or slow: "However, there is a condition."
  Can learn bey's tricks, regardless of the conditions, Adolf excitedly said: "You say it!"
"Use your best three top laners to fight against K." Mo Bei let go, but he felt even more oppressive: "Within two minutes, you have to blow him up. ."
   Adolf opened his mouth: "Put, blow old K's green tea, blow it up?"
  As if hearing the movement here, Feng Nai, who had just put down the form, looked over coldly.
Adolf's throat choked, desperately lowering his sense of existence, and his voice was extremely low: "God bey, can we change a condition, just your old K. During the national competition, I and the captain will round him up. He put me on the road and killed him four times, let alone beat him up. He will definitely remember me until I retire. I really don't want to be trembling when I open a live broadcast."
   "Don't worry." Mo Bei said nonsense with a clean face: "He is another personality now, this personality will not hold so much hatred."
  Adolf is also very foolish. Seeing Feng Nai put on glasses over there, he looked like a gentle scum and a white-faced scholar, he was dubious: "Really?"
   "Hmm." Mo Bei continued to flicker quietly: "Not to mention that this is a training camp. It is normal to fight between teammates."
  Adolf is right when he thinks about it: "Then, let's go. Don't direct him!"
   "Don't worry, I just can't tell." Mo Bei put the headset on his head: "Go."
  Adolf didn’t know where his courage came from, so he got a little bit of it in that moment.
  You should know, none of their team didn't want to catch the old K's green tea for a fight.
  After so many years, this wish can finally be realized in his hands.
  Think about it, a different kind of excitement!
   Adolf straightened his small chest and looked proud: "I'm going!"
   "Okay." Mo Bei's face still had no expression, raised his hand and made a cheering movement.
  In this way, Adolf, who was just 18 years old, sat in front of the computer happily, looking like Lao Tzu was finally about to exaggerate.
  Mao Mao Xiong was watching, his index finger clicked on his left and right shoulders, and he lowered his head and said, "Amen."
  While reading, he muttered: "Brother, it's not that I don't help you. Our boss's eyes have changed when we see you, so please do it yourself."
  Feng Nai heard this murmur, did not say anything, just reached out and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, the arc of the corners of his mouth gave a chill...
  　 There should be no report, little angels, call Leng Monan, is the official match.
  　　 Douyin has a small theater outside.
  　　 Also, come on for the college entrance examination!
  　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)