National School Prince Is A Girl

Later, some people said that how could the team playing the game not know the Dimeng League, the Asian champion, it is impossible not to know.

The other party will say, oh, check it out, and I just know what it has to do with us.

Feng Yi had expected this to happen, and probably no one would understand that if you really like it, you have to exercise restraint.

The other party uses emotional impulses to create speech and arouse topics.

Mo Bei looked at the two days after the dissolution of the Dimeng League, and dealt with this kind of thing almost every day.

She made a decision not to join any teams.

So when Feng Yi wanted to bring Mo Bei to the club under the group, Mo Bei raised a small face: "Uncle Feng, I joined Dimeng because you are here. Now that Dimeng is disbanded, I want to learn a technique , To be used later. "

Feng Yi paused suddenly, looking back: "You ... don't play games anymore?"

Mo Bei "huh" gave a cry.

Feng Yi wanted to say something more.

However, Mo Bei first stepped in and said: "I am here, there will only be more discussion. Senior Lin and Master are so good now, because I, Uncle Feng will continue to be busy to deal with these topics."

Feng Yi reached out and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the lower nose: "It's not as complicated as you think."

"I have seen it." Mo Bei's eyes are very deep: "Now people are talking about things through the Dimeng League. Good, bad, imitated, degraded. I think people who like it, will It will be forbearing to distinguish. Now I understand that these are difficult for strongmen, because people will be impulsive to like, and those invisible things will slowly brew. "

Probably younger than that, Mo Bei also twisted his eyebrows, and a small face was light and light: "It's complicated."

Feng Yi lowered his eyes: "It's a pity if you don't play a profession. Many people are not suitable for being professional players, but they are clamoring for a career. However, this is the first time I know that you want to learn other than games. technology."

Mo Bei did not speak, and was carrying a schoolbag behind him.

Feng Yi chuckled: "Qin Shaohe and Z give you guidance, it shouldn't be difficult for you in school."

"My mentality is not good." Mo Bei was quite serious on his face: "I want to meditate."

Feng Yi really smiled this time: "Your master is right, little veteran, what technology are you going to learn?"

"Chef." Mo Bei raised his eyes: "Cooking is as fun as playing games."

Feng Yi's eyes were very weak, as if he wanted to smoke: "I can handle the matter now. You don't have to make this kind of decision right now. Little, you have to believe that your uncle Feng is still able to fight."

"I believe." Mo Bei's voice was a little low: "Because of disdain, Captain, he had to dissolve the Dimeng League, didn't he? Playing it again would only make Senior Lin them more disappointed. Is something in their hearts. "

Feng Yi shocked his back, and after a long time, he said: "Don't have any resistance to playing e-sports because of these things."

"No." Mo Bei's small figure stood there with his back straight: "I like playing games, I like to be behind the master, I like to be with Senior Lin, they will not be in conflict, because that's where Playing e-sports, now they are tired, they want to rest, and I will rest together. "

Feng Yi's cell phone was ringing, and the signing team there was urging it.

"Have you really decided?" Feng Yi asked.

Mo Bei nodded, his face clear and clean.