Chapter 357: Three hundred and fifty-seven

Chapter 357
Feng Nai heard the words, closed her hands, and threw a bottle of spray to cat cat bear: "Give him medicine."
"Huh, huh." Cat Panda got the spray and walked over.
Mo Bei has pulled the collar back into place. Not only that, even the zipper on the jacket has been pulled back to the head: "What did the interim meeting say?"
The cat's eyes are a little bit fluttering, this question is really difficult to answer.
Mo Bei did not speak, and paced over him.
The cat said, "Brother, don't go."
Mo Bei just paused and didn't stop.
The fat manager is vomiting hardships with Feng Nai: "You said that no matter what the fans ask, as a captain, you have to protect the people under him, and now let him play, and you said you want to replace him, who will come down? He came in so that you can ...
"His hands need rest and he can't play teamfights." Feng Nai turned his face to the side, and the arc of his chin was hidden in the dark: "We have won a match, even if this match is not won, the provincial qualification Yes, as long as my personal results are good enough. "
The fat manager said, "No, it's not safe."
"Which match is absolutely insured?" Feng Nai's eyes fell over. "Insurance obtained with one hand is meaningless."
The fat manager opened his mouth.
Just about to speak.
There was a voice behind him.
"Some games are not meaningful without winning in person."
It's Mo Bei.
She couldn't tell Feng Nai.
Every game here is very important to her.
Because only by winning all the time can prove that those people are wrong.
No matter where it is, no one will remember the second place.
Similarly, no one cares how her brother and Yunshen feel.
Stepped on his feet.
Anyone can say.
No matter what the truth looks like.
What people like to see is that some people are pulled down.
Therefore, we cannot give up and we cannot lose.
Otherwise, what's the point of her standing here again.
Mo Bei's eyes were completely dark at that moment, seemingly unpredictable, but when he looked closely, it seemed as if he could roll out the waves.
Faintly the fire was burning.
"Captain, I want to stay on the field."
People around me have never seen "Mo Nan" like this
He had a bad temper before and was intolerant.
Later he returned, and Qing Qing was cold and didn't like to talk.
But no matter what time he was, he didn't even seem to be able to ignite a fire with his straight back.
Want to play games so much?
Don't say staff.
Even Grandma's grey eyes were shaking, he seemed to have misunderstood "Mo Nan".
People are multi-faceted.
There is nothing wrong with being dug on one side and hidden on the other.
If it's not a team member.
Even when he saw those live broadcast barracks, he felt that "Mo Nan" was simply for his show and cursing. He always made things happen. Do n’t participate if you are injured.
However, it really falls into reality, it is not the case.
Want to win with your own hands.
It's that simple.
The manager is still hesitating, look at Feng Nai, and then look at "Mo Nan": "Are you sure your hand is OK? Will it affect the game?"
Although this question seems impersonal, it is really the most realistic.
"No." Mo Bei's eyes were dark, his eyes darkened.
The manager brazenly said, "What if it affects?"
"I retire."
When you need blood, people who can even give it to you ca n’t give it. The turtle keeps saying, you ca n’t do it with my blood. I want to say that I said thank you to so many people, never thank you, from readers to friends, from friends to loved ones, thank you for being with me for so long.
(End of this chapter)