Chapter 845: Eight hundred fifty four

Chapter 845: Chapter 845
"Oh?" Ye Bing softened his voice: "I saw your evaluation on the Internet ..."
Mo Bei stopped and opened another bag of mustard.
Ye Bing looked at her, his eyes were serious: "Have you ever thought about changing to the external service? It would be much better to change the environment."
"No." Mo Bei looked sideways, but as if stating an unusual thing: "I'm Chinese, I'm only here to represent the team that China belongs to."
Ye Bing stopped his eyes: "If this is the case, it will be difficult to walk in. When a mistake is made, it is likely that you will be on the cold bench. Sometimes public opinion is a kind of pressure."
"It doesn't matter." Mo Bei's eyes were deep. "I don't play the World Series."
Ye Bing's heart fluttered: "Aren't you playing the World Championship?"
"Um." Mo Bei looked at the snow outside the window, his voice was not low or high: "It's too far, time is too late."
Ye Bing didn't speak, he didn't know what to say.
He waited for this man for three years.
Whether as a teammate or as an opponent.
He all hopes to see the game id of bey again in the World Series.
Even if this person will make their team no longer winning streak.
But if this person has never been defeated, it also means that they, the world champion team, will always have regrets.
Huaxia's strongest person did not come out.
For various reasons.
She sat here and told him that she would not play the World Series.
Yebing looked at the bowl in front of him: "It's a pity."
"It's no pity." Mo Beijun's face cleared: "The purpose of my return was originally impure."
Yebing's voice was low: "What purpose is related to Mo Nan?"
"Um." Mo Bei's face was not shocked.
Ye Bing's fingers tightened: "Are you fighting for him?"
"Yes." Mo Bei's voice was light: "Anyway, I am playing on behalf of the player, which has long been contrary to the spirit of e-sports."
Ye Bing's throat moved: "You will have an accident like this."
"I know." Mo Bei's eyes fell out of the window.
Ye Bing tried to say: "The public opinion is just the beginning, and the following meetings will be swept up. By then, you have no way back. The national competition has not started yet. Bey, quit."
Mo Bei paled his eyes: "I'm Mo Bei or Mo Nan, and it won't affect the performance of Hei Yan. As long as this is ensured, no matter what the result is, I have already expected it, and I am waiting for it."
Ye Bing lowered his voice: "Once people know that you are coming back for your brother, this will ruin you, why should you participate in the national competition."
"When I first came back, I thought I could score and I could prove for my brother." Mo Bei raised his hand and took a sip of water: "The more you play, the more you can discover, that's not the case, that's not a national competition, everyone remembers just 0 The record of killing 6 dead can only be proved once again in the national competition. "
Ye Bing's eyes came down: "If it still can't be proven?"
"If the national championship can't prove anything, then for me these years, nothing can be done."
Mo Bei's sentence was very bland.
Yebing couldn't associate the person in front of him with the black boy of that time.
This man became famous.
When playing games, both eyes are bright.
In Milan, he could still see the flames hiding under her eyes.
But now, he looked at it, except for the blackness, the snow scene with the reflection outside.
Over the years, can it be nothing?
(End of this chapter)