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The eSports King's Crush-Chapter 1198
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Chapter 1198: Chapter 1197
Translator: 549690339
No one had ever imagined it. ππβ―ππ ππππΡ΅eπ.coπ
The unfathomable young master of the Feng family was only here because he had received a message from someone.
Feng nai didnβt reply. He only looked at the message with a pair of indifferent eyes.
When mo bei saw that there was no response, she lowered her eyes and typed: βIβll bring you some pork rib soup when I go. You just finished the preliminaries, so have a good rest.β
Feng nai knew that this was her usual ending, and his eyes darkened.
This was what Teng Hui saw when he pushed the door open.
He guessed that he probably shouldnβt have come in at this time, but there was indeed one thing.
βBoss, look at this.β Teng Hui handed over his phone.
Feng NAIβs gaze swept across the room, and his eyes were fixed on the two words βmo Nanβ.
Teng Hui sat down.βI heard from a friend that huleng really wants mo Nan to go. Theyβre quite against it.β
βSo?β Feng NAIβs voice was faint.
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Teng Hui scratched the back of his head.βIn the past, I didnβt know what caused mo Nan to become like that. Later on, I found out that someone was trying to pull him down. Moreover, heβs beyβs brother. Boss, should we do something? otherwise, itβll be too difficult for him ...β
βTenghui.β Feng nai interrupted him.βHow do you think I should help him?ββit wonβt be difficult for him.β βWhether he can stay or not depends on whether he can still play. In a competition, whoever can do it will stay. Since sunless has found him, it means that mo Nan has the ability. Itβs just that others donβt believe it. Whether you think mo Nan or sunless, who cares if others believe them?β
Teng Hui paused.
Feng nai stood up, his voice flat.ββAt that time, even I didnβt have the ability to make people believe that she wasnβt a substitute. Even now, thatβs still the case.β
Teng Hui opened his mouth and finally lowered his eyes.βI know.β
However, she still felt guilty.
He had once looked down on mo Nan the most.
So when he saw that βMonanβ was their new teammate, he was conflicted and disgusted.
Although this was probably too much.
But he was also one of the people who had destroyed Monan.
Teng Hui knew very well that when he was with that group of people and rejected any discussion, he had demonized that person.
That person was still holding on.
Now that he was back, there would be no flowers or applause.
Even bey would be denied.
Not to mention him.
Teng Hui could roughly imagine that he had also experienced it from the communication between those people.
Disdain, contempt.
Did e-sports players have to keep winning?
Because if you lose ...
Youβre nothing.
And why did mo Nan come back?
And he had chosen this moment ...
At the training camp.
A few Reserve members were also talking about this.
However, their expressions were clearly filled with disdain.
βI really donβt understand whatβs going on in summoning a God.β
βAre we lacking a support? Xiaoxunβs battle record is one of the best in the country, so why did he use mo Nan?β
βHeβs already so big, how can his hand speed keep up?β
βLetβs not talk about hand speed first. I really donβt want to comment on his character. β
βDidnβt I already say that I was framed?β
βWhy are there so many conspiracy theories? why did you frame him of all people?β
βI always thought that Captain Summoner didnβt like him very much.β
βBut we canβt stand the fact that someone is coming to ask for help.β
βBeg? Are you saying that mo Nan wanted to ...β
βDidnβt team Summoner answer a call the other day? it was mo Nan. Itβs not like you guys donβt know team Summoner. Heβs always been very good to the previous players, especially those from the same batch as him when they were in the youth training camp. I heard that some of them were doing very badly, so he even helped to find a job as a commentator. He probably pitied mo Nan, so he let him try.β
βMo Nan, is there a need to beg for such a thing?β
βShh!β
Suddenly, one of them lowered his voice and nudged one of them with his shoulder, indicating for him to look at the door.
It was mo Nan. He had also come to take a shower, holding the towel that was given out during the training. No one could tell if he had heard their conversation or how long he had been standing there.
Because the corners of his mouth were still curled up in a roguish smile, and he did not show much enthusiasm. He just strolled over and passed them.
For some reason, the more the other party acted like this, the more guilty they felt.
Afraid that mo Nan would tell Hu Leng, he struck first.ββSenior, letβs talk.β
Mo Nan looked back. His black hair had grown a little too long, and he tugged it a little. If it were someone else, they might have felt feminine, but mo Nan had a natural air of a ruffian.βSure, what do you want to talk about?β
βWe all know that youβve been in the industry for a long time.β One of them stood up.βWe know what happened to you, but weβre not interested in knowing what the truth is. After all, thatβs your business. I donβt understand why all the members are against you. Is it really because of them?β Now that youβre here, you should know what kind of team we are. Weβve won three consecutive championships and never had any bad news. If youβre here, we donβt know what problems weβll have in the future. Not to mention, didnβt your hand get injured by your teammates and canβt play in the game? how did you suddenly get back?β
Mo Nan looked at the man.βMy nerves are damaged, and itβll affect my hand speed. I really canβt play as an assassin anymore. Iβm here as a support this time. Iβve already reported my position when I joined the Guild.β
βSo, what you said before was too much. In fact, itβs not that bad, right?β Another person walked over.βWe donβt understand your style of doing things. This is an Esports Arena. In the future, itβs better for a senior to speak his mind. Perhaps some people will pity you because of what you say and help you get in through the back door. However, we donβt know if youβre used to playing in competitions.β
Such words, to e-sports players, were a deep humiliation.
When the person outside the door heard her, she frowned and was about to push the door open.
The manβs voice was heard,ββIβm used to fighting. β
There was no emotion.
There was even a hint of a smile on his face.
He was neither happy nor unhappy.
Her outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.
These three words didnβt seem like something that person would say at all.
He knew the sixteen-year-old Mo Nan.
That person had a fiery personality and would snatch his milk away and look at him with a ruffian look.βHey, huleng, your face is just like my sister βs. It doesnβt change even after ten thousand years. Do you drink milk because youβre not tall? Iβll ask my mom to bring you some fresh ones the next time she comes. These ones contain sugar and are useless. Iβll drink it for you. β
At that time, he only felt that this person was really annoying.
After that, there were many battles.
He had never won against him before ...







