Chapter 1631: Fuwa, unreliable!

   Chapter 1631 is not broken, not standing!
   "Same as I thought."
  Mo Bei said, putting the tablet in Adolf's hands.
Adolf looks like an idol, I believe you so, you actually do my expression: "It’s not bey god, I’m a little embarrassed, just like you think, you still let me come to beat old k’s green tea, which means you’ve expected it a long time ago. He would play with me like this!"
  Adolf is about to cry: "You said he doesn't hold grudges, he threw away all my equipment, that's my wife!"
"I have the fragments of this equipment. I will give it to you during training at night." Mo Bei stretched out his hand, took his mouse over, and drew the picture to the road, his face was clear: "Habitually missed the knife, the distance measurement is not Be precise, and don’t look at your opponent from the current stage."
  Adolf was taken aback when he heard the words, and then looked at the screenshot analysis on the tablet, his eyes gradually changed: "Bey God, you...
"The problem I see, you call the team, you must have known it before." Mo Bei let go of the mouse and stood up straight: "It is very difficult to get rid of the small habit. In three days, do an emergency training in this regard ."
   Adolf was moved instantly: "Training! Anything is fine! Bey God, how do you plan to train? Do you need me to prepare coffee for refreshing!"
   "No." Mo Bei looked at him, as always calmly: "You only need to start today and play ten 1v1 games with King every day."
  Adolf: …he’s afraid it’s not the ear problem!
  Ten games every day, how much he has is not enough for the old K’s green tea!
   Thinking of this, Adolf quickly turned his head to look at the man with two computers.
Feng Nai had already taken off the earphones at this time, so he was so lazy with one hand on his chin, kicking on the ground with one foot, and turning the gaming chair around, revealing his handsome and handsome face, and his eyes were even more devilish. , Just looked at Adolf, casually threatening.
  Adolf only felt cold in the back of his neck: "God bey, old K that green tea, he looks at me! He is thinking in his heart now, if you want to kill me, I won't fight him, don't fight!"
  Mao Mao Xiong nodded violently. This kid is finally smart.
  "He doesn't know how to distinguish between public and private, don't worry." Mo Bei said, raising his eyes to look at Feng Nai.
  Young Master Feng has a lip curled, with a shallow smile, and his eyes are bent into crescents. There is no way of being bad before half a minute, and the innocence of my favorite teammate.
  Mo Bei: "Look."
  Adolf: …Fuck, so good at pretending, I can’t match it, what should I do!
Mo Bei stood there, tall and tall, but his voice was lower than just now: "We have fallen behind too much for so many years. Probably we have been behind for a long time. Even the courage will be weakened. What is the reason for coming to Milan, Adolf, you Have you thought about it?"
   Adolf sat there and did not answer immediately.
   Just when Mobei is about to leave.
  He tightened his mouse: "I want to win the world championship so that my solo photos can appear in mainstream news. My dad can also tell others that his son's job is not just playing games for entertainment."
   "Then completely change." Mo Bei looked at him, his voice was light: "Whether it's playing style or thinking."
  Adolf twisted his eyebrows: "Thinking?"
   "Inertial thinking during the game." Mo Bei said, looking at Zhao Sanpang who was standing outside the window.
  Adolf followed her gaze and looked over.
  Fat man is there.
  The overlord who all their top laners worshipped back then is there!
  Mobei’s sound quality has not changed:
That year, Huaxia won because each of them broke their inertial thinking in the game.

  Speaking of this, she paused, her long legs were slender, but when the black boots stepped on the ground, she was very firm: "Here you are, and I give myself four words."
   "No break, no standing."
  (End of this chapter)