Chapter 563
The eSports King's Crush
Even though they had already left the drinking session earlier.
Feng Yiâs mood didnât ease immediately.
He stood under the tree, tilted his head, and lit a cigarette. He just put it between his lips.
At first, Feng Yi thought that it had something to do with her personality.
Now, he realized that this might not be the case.
If it was Xiao Budian, after entering that kind of battle team, no matter how careful he was, he might end up the same.
If a youngster became famous and blocked someone elseâs path, they would be pulled out.
Feng Yi lowered his eyes, not daring to imagine that scene.
Her hand injury did hurt.
However, he was abandoned by his teammates in that situation.
It wasnât just pain.
Feng Yi didnât even know how to reply to Xiao Budianâs messages.
Tell the little one that youâre right. Your brotherâs hand injury really canât be healed.
......
Feng Yi took a deep breath, letting the smell of tobacco reverberate in his nose.
He was worried that Xiao Budian, who knew all of this, would no longer like to play games.
Setting up a trap, hand injury, betrayal.
No one gave Monan a chance to explain.
All of them were negative comments.
He left like this.
He would also be scolded for being incompetent.
The little guy wanted to get it back, so he used her brotherâs name to return.
âIf mo Nanâs hand canât recover ...â
Feng Yi pressed his forehead.
The caller ID appeared on the phone.
He paused for a moment, then answered the call. He deliberately made his voice sound relaxed.âHello,â he said.
âUncle Feng, itâs me,â After mo bei was done with her training quota for the day, the first thing she did was to call Feng Yi.ââIs there any result regarding my brotherâs matter?â
Feng Yi listened to the clear voice on the other end and finally replied,ââYes, I have.â
Mo bei turned her face to the side. Her light-colored eyes darkened when she heard what he said.
The hands by her long legs clenched tighter and tighter, to the point that even her joints were turning white.
Of course, Feng Yi didnât tell mo bei everything.
He had hidden the fact that Monanâs hand injury might not heal.âSo your brotherâs hand injury might need more time to be treated.â
âItâs fine as long as he can recover. â Mo bei released her hand. There was a red mark on her palm, but her voice was calm.ââWang Jun, Lu Yifan, yang mengruo, Chen Yu, all of these people were involved, right?â
Feng Yi replied with an âmm.â
Mo beiâs eyes turned a little dark.âUncle Feng, if my brotherâs hand doesnât recover, I also want to cripple Lu Yifanâs hand. He took away everything that my brother had and used my brother as a stepping stone to get to the top. He deserves it. Iâll let go of this thought after my brotherâs hand recovers.â
Feng Yi didnât know how to respond.
Little spade told him to come back and look after the little one.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He was indeed able to take care of other matters.
However, it was a matter of mentality.
What should they do when their blood relatives were hurt and could not get over it?
She had to play the game without a purpose.
This was simply impossible.
Feng Yi couldnât even tell her about the possibility of mo Nan not recovering.
They were afraid of destroying something more important than winning.
âDonât worry,â âMo Nan will definitely recover,â Feng Yi said, looking at the cigarette.
There was no change in mo beiâs voice, but those who were familiar with her would know that there was a hint of hope in her tone. It was small but clear. âIâve asked my brother. Heâs now able to do daily operation training. From today on, heâll be the support and Iâll play other positions. Weâll practice a few sets of tactics so that when he comes back, he wonât be completely blank and can cooperate well with the team. â