The eSports King's Crush-Chapter 1678
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Chapter 1678: Fengnai Mobei
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At this thought, han Junxi retracted his thoughts and smiled.ββYe Bing and the others are nearby. Theyβll be here soon.β
Upon hearing this, mo bei put down her tablet and was about to speak.
βCoach han?β It was Feng nai. The moment he stood up from his seat, the languidness on his body disappeared. Instead, his black eyes were filled with oppression. He was in his battle uniform, his legs were long and slender, and there seemed to be a hint of coldness at the corners of his lips.
βItβs me,βhan Junxi smiled.
Feng nai could clearly see the unconcealed ambition on his face. He smirked, his eyes dark.βNo need to trouble yourself, she wonβt call.β
βThis ...β Han Junxi turned to look at mo bei.
Mo beiβs face was cold as she met his gaze.ββWait a moment.β
βOh, okay.β Han Junxi still did not understand when bey wanted him to wait.
The man with the cold temperament in front of him grabbed Kingβs wrist.
The two of them went to the side and whispered.
Han Junxi looked at Zhao sanpang in surprise.
Zhao sanpang wrapped his arm around the manβs neck.βI say, old han, youβre being a stranger, arenβt you? how can you only talk about the competition when youβre here? come, come, sit down. Iβll treat you to tea!β
Han Junxi almost stopped breathing. His short legs were still struggling.βI, I don βt, donβt ...β
βPlease donβt reject me, old han.β Zhao sanpang loosened his grip and said with a serious expression,βIf you do this, youβll hurt the deep friendship weβve had for so many years. Youβll make me suspect that youβre trying to set up Xiao Budianβs tactics. How can I be at ease letting Xiao Budian play against you, donβt you think so?β
Han Junxi coughed twice and immediately denied,ββI, I definitely donβt have that thought!β
βIβm hurt,β Zhao sanpang sat down beside him.βIβm just joking. Old han, what are you so nervous about?β
Han Junxi felt guilty and sat up straight.ββIβm not nervous, I just canβt even catch my breath. β
Panda and Teng Hui listened and looked at each other.
It was indeed difficult to catch his breath.
With Lord Fattyβs method, whoeverβs shoulder was pressed would be able to get up.
However, with such a hint, even with their intelligence, they could guess the purpose of the coach from Country H coming here.
Not to mention the boss who didnβt agree to this game from the start.
Panda turned his head and looked in the direction of the French window.
Mo bei was saying something in a low voice.
Feng NAIβs slender figure leaned back, the coldness in his eyes seemingly endless.ββTen 1v1 matches. Donβt you want your hand?β
βDonβt worry. β Mo bei lowered her eyes.
Feng NAIβs voice was faint.βWhatβs there to worry about? itβs not like itβs my hand.β
Mo bei knew that he was feeling emotional and wasnβt very good at coaxing people. Her right hand, which was hanging by her side, clenched and then released. Then, she tugged on his sleeve.βI wonβt let anything happen to my hand before the finals.β
Feng nai turned sideways and looked at the person who never had any expression on his face. Then, he looked at the hand that was tugging at his sleeve. It was pale but strong. When he clicked the mouse, he could even see the blood vessels on the back of his hand. His entire body exuded an icy cold aura.
People who didnβt know better would think that she was a tough rock that couldnβt be pierced no matter what.
In reality ...
βThen bey must take good care of herself.β Feng nai tugged at her hand and placed it in his palm, shaking it twice.ββAfter all, this kind of meatless hand can be broken easily.β
βWhat do you mean byβ give up β? you have to fight ten 1v1 matches?β he asked.
Mo bei lifted her eyes to look at him, her dark eyes very bright.βCountry Hβs team will play three team matches with us.β