Chapter 792: 800th sheet, I ’ll take you to the point, sweet

Chapter 792: Eighty Hundred Sheets, I'll Take You Towards, Sweet
Mo Bei put down his phone and didn't reply, but just reached his lips with one hand.
Looking out the window, his face was a little hot.
Feng Nai saw that she didn't reply, so she sent a voice and said, "Are you here?"
Mo Bei: "No."
"When you get to play together?" Feng Nai said with a slight smile. "Take you to the top."
Mo Bei: "I pit."
"Don't rush into the pit." Feng Nai turned it into text again, it should be that Xiao Ni Lin didn't want to hear.
Mo Bei lowered his eyes and thought about it, but returned a word of "good".
She wanted to see if he hit another position.
Today he has a hand adc.
Let Mo Bei see a lot of things.
He should not only practice adc.
In other words, the all-rounder?
Thinking of this, Mo Bei looked down. As a captain, he was really strong.
Everyone likes this teammate.
If only I could get to know it earlier.
Ding Dong.
The phone rang again.
A voice bar lay on the screen: "I'm waiting for you."
These three words also make Mo Bei always feel a sense of returning to the past.
At that time, he often sent her these three words.
Feeling of being waited.
It seems that place is worth returning.
If not lazy.
At the beginning, she would probably lose all interest in the game.
It's really amazing.
This person became her captain.
She said she liked her.
Mo Beixi's finger swiped the page again, and the low-frequency voice echoed in her ear, making her unable to help raising her hand and trying to press it again.
Mo Nan noticed his sister for a long time, and now after seeing her little gesture, she couldn't help it: "North, I'll tell you, what the guy k said was not credible, do you understand that? That face looks better, but there are too many girlfriends, and if you are not careful, you will be torn to pieces. There is no love in e-sports.
Before Mo Nan finished speaking, Mo Mu pinched his ears: "You're envious, jealous and hateful, what's wrong with Nair, don't talk nonsense, and be a black man behind me, see if I don't break your leg."
He is never black except for k who has an idea for his sister.
The main thing is that this guy k is not dark and shameless.
Also, when did his mother call him Nair!
"Don't always instill these strange concepts in your sister." Mo Mu: "I think Nair is good."
Mo Nan succumbed: "Uh huh huh, huh, huh, huh, mom, can you let go of your hand first, shout, your son's ears are about to fall off."
"Just you will pretend." Mo mother said so on her mouth, but her hands were no longer strong, and she said, "Let ’s go, what the are you doing, what happened at the table just now."
Mo Nan was very innocent, coupled with his miserable face: "What's going on?"
"I don't know your grades yet. How could you have passed the first test?" Mo Mu's eyes narrowed: "Isn't it north to take the test for you."
It's worthy of being a mother, and when you guess it, this terrible sixth sense.
Mo Nan coughed: "Although I don't usually work hard, isn't this a senior year? I also want to start a personal career. Mom, from the parent-child relationship, the best education is to give the child the greatest trust."
"My trust was broken when you hid the test papers." Mo Mu grunted, and said, "And aren't you preparing for the national competition now, how can you have time to learn?"
Mo Nan didn't speak well at this time. It was all because of his blame that he always had no time as an excuse for not studying. Really modern newspaper, all came back.
"I helped my brother to tutor him." Mo Bei opened his mouth and rescued her brother from the predicament: "I pressed the question."
Mo Nan immediately said: "Well, the wave of pressing questions is really too powerful, pressing 80% of the questions."
Such words did not dispel the doubts in Mo's heart.
She has always disliked embarrassing children.
I also understand that they have too much to let her know.
Otherwise, she asked Bei if her brother was not playing well.
North would not give her that answer.
Mo Mu didn't tell them.
Although she doesn't use the Internet, she doesn't use a smartphone.
But then she let people watch her.
The son may be expelled from the team.
This is the answer that Mom knew.
At that time, as a mother, she was relieved.
So fine.
It is not necessary to go that way.
So even when Mo Nan returned, she didn't ask much.
She knew that whatever she said was poking at her son's wound.
This is probably the age.
They can't keep up with this era.
But no one understands that silence is the best way to deal with it.
It was just that Mom did not expect that the son would go back again.
"How about the team?" Mo's asked.
Mo Nan smiled: "It's good, Mom, I'll send you back, I have to go back to the base and train."
"Um." Mo Mu stared at him. "Get along well with your teammates. I think everyone is fine this time."
Mo Nan: "You just look at K's handsome, I'm not bad, Mom, you look at the girl, you know my face value."
"Can it be compared?" Mo Mu knocked him.
Mo Bei also followed.
Mo Nan gave her a glance, and this small facial paralysis followed with some excitement.
"I'm leaving, too." Mo Bei said quietly: "There is a graduation project over the school, and I still have a few restaurants to eat."
This sentence, Mo Mu believes.
My daughter used to cook and loved to taste everywhere.
Then there was inspiration.
Anyone who learns to cook knows.
Creating new dishes actually requires inspiration.
Mo Mu did not stop these two people.
In fact, they returned to the hotel together.
Mo Bei's clothes need to be changed.
The school will have a sports meeting tomorrow.
She has long-distance running events and can't help out.
There are not many classes usually.
Mo Bei is not the kind of person who values ​​group activities.
This time I was caught sending messages in class.
The running points are not enough, and if they are deducted, they will worry about the qualification of the next game.
The head teacher and her exchange terms was to let her report a project.
Since you want to participate, of course, you have the highest score.
Mo Bei chose long-distance running without hesitation.
After the selection, I discovered that there is a great among the competitors. In the second middle school team, it is probably to earn operating points.
So I have to go to school tomorrow.
Mo Bei thought of this, took off his wig, looked up at Mo Nan: "What did the doctor say?"
Mo Nan knew that she was asking for his hand, and her back rested for a moment, then she looked back and smiled, "Very good."
"Then you are in the national competition." Mo Bei's eyes were pale.
Mo Nan tightened his right hand: "It shouldn't work yet."
"When is it OK?" Mo Bei's eyes were deep, and those deep were a little black.
Mo Nan smiled: "Wait for me again."
(End of this chapter)