Chapter 877
The eSports King's Crush
Translator: 549690339
Bang!
The baseball bat landed on Zhao Jianjian, who was blocking the attack.
Mo beiâs fingers paused.
She could also hear him talking to the lady,ââBrother Nan, itâs true. Leave. You canât get hurt.â
âWhy didnât you tell us about your injury last time?â
Zhao Jianjianâs forehead was covered in sweat.
Mo bei could even sense his breathing.
For the National League.
In order to enter the National League.
It was just like that.
But at this moment.
Mo bei couldnât just do it for the National League.
At the same time, her eyes darkened.
She reached out and pressed Zhao Jianjian to the side. Then, she bent down and picked up a baseball bat.
Yang mengruo seemed to have seen the scene she wanted to see the most.
He took three photos of mo bei in a row.
The young man in the wind.
It was still the first time they met.
Even when they were fighting.
There was still a trace of nobility in his body.
Even her back was straighter than usual.
Hurry up and fight!
This was what yang mengruo hoped for the most.
That was the only way to prove that mo Nan had a private fight.
The socialite reached out and tugged at the corner of mo beiâs clothes, wanting to stop her.
Mo bei swung it away with one hand while her other hand held the baseball bat. The other end of the bat was dragged on the ground.
At this moment, she stood there tall and straight, looking like a person who was about to fight her last battle. There was not a single ripple in her eyes.
If it would implicate the people around him.
Or perhaps they couldnât even protect their brothers.
Then whatâs the point of the National League?
Brother.
Was that what you were thinking back then?
A gust of wind blew.
It brought with it diamond-shaped snow.
Mo bei looked up and watched the snowflakes fall.
When the wind blew past his cool and indifferent face.
Then, she turned her gaze to the side and raised the baseball bat.
Yang mengruo also raised her phone higher.
Mo bei faced South.
This time, even this id would be buried with him.
He would never have the chance to rise again.
The bespectacled manâs smile also became more and more smug.
When he saw that mo bei was about to make a move, he retreated to the back and let the others go first.
However, at this moment!
He heard a series of banging sounds behind him.
The spectacled manâs back stiffened.
It was because someone had a baseball bat against his back.
It was also a baseball bat.
However, the baseball bats used by No. 1 middle school would have a school on them.
âUsing No. 1 high schoolâs name to block people. Did you get the consent of the people who were blocking Monanâs Army?â
When Zhao Jianjian heard this, he was stunned.
He raised his head and looked over, then he cried out,ââF * ck!â
Family!
Zhao Jianjian didnât manage to finish his sentence.
This gave the spectacled man a chance to speak.âBrother long, itâs me. Havenât you always wanted to stop mo Nan? heâs here today.â
After brother long, who was surrounding Monan, sized him up, he turned to Zhao Jianjian.âWhat did I say? you people from No. 2 middle school have bad character!â
Zhao Jianjian: âjust this one. The others are all men, okay?â
Brother long: âhow did you end up in such a sorry state?â
Zhao Jianjian was still in pain.âIâm blocking it for my brother Nan. Iâm honored!â
âIf we didnât suddenly decide to skip class to buy books, youâd be in big trouble this time, my friend.â
Thatâs right, No. 1 middle school had joined forces with No. 2 middle school to surround Monanâs Army.
After hearing this, the glasses manâs smug smile froze, and his face turned pale.
Brother long glanced at him.âDonât tell me this guy doesnât know that our young master Feng has married into your No. 2 middle school?â
Zhao Jianjian wanted to shrug his shoulders and mock him, but he didnât expect the pain to intensify.
âEven if young master Feng isnât married, he should be taught a lesson for letting an outsider beat up someone in the school.â
As the man spoke, he looked at mo bei and said,âbrother Nan, you donât have to do anything. âLeave this to us. Donât worry, weâre from the real No. 1 middle school. This bunch of fake No. 1 middle school will be finished in eight minutes when the bell rings and the teacher comes out. You can take Zhao Jianjian to take a look. Weâll take care of this.â
âThank you,â he said. The moment mo bei let go of the baseball bat, the warmth in her eyes returned a little. She didnât say much because she had fought with the people from No. 1 middle school before. She knew that not only did they have something in their hands, but they also knew when to keep it.
She didnât waste any time. Bending down, she lifted Zhao Jianjian up and let him lean on her shoulder. Then, she walked out of the crowd.
The bespectacled man and his men wanted to move, but they were all held back by a baseball bat from behind.
Yang mengruo had never thought that a student from No. 1 middle school would appear when things had come to this.
Didnât No. 1 middle school and No. 2 middle school never have a good relationship?
Yang mengruo still remembered that she had come to pick mo Nan up.
When these people saw mo Nan, they even wanted to provoke him.
Why was it like this now?
It was such a flawless plan.
Because of the appearance of this group of âdelinquentsâ, everything was ruined!
Most importantly, mo Nan still had her voice recording!
She was really scared. She wanted to delete it and rush up to delete those things.
But yang mengruo knew it was impossible.
She cried anxiously and shouted at mo beiâs back,ââI was wrong, mo Nan. I was really wrong. Can you delete the recording? Iâll clarify what happened back then for you, including this time. Thatâs right, including this time. I wonât post it anymore. Really, delete the recording. You know me best. Iâm from a small place like you. Itâs not easy for me. I had no choice. If I didnât do that, your popularity would be gone. What would I do then? âIâll be abandoned by the management company too. You know Wang Junâs methods and Lu Yifan âs. Theyâre the ones who can really talk. If I donât follow the crowd, how am I going to survive? how do you expect me to survive?â
âI wonât play the recording online.â Mo bei stood with her back to her, cold and indifferent.ââIf thatâs the case, Iâll become like you. Iâll hand the recording over to the law and youâll still be able to live.
The reason why my brother would grant you all your requests is because of this.
It was only because he felt that his sister had once been alone outside.
Those people were very good to his sister.
He would be good to others.
As for the rest ...
Youâre not worthy.
Mo bei had never thought of providing any information to the internet.
Over there.
They could scold her brother today.
He could scold others tomorrow.
I can like you today.
I can trample you to death tomorrow.
As long as there was someone to guide them, they would be able to come up with topics.
She would not use this method.
A well-known debater was right,âa person, only when you are warm and pure can you have the right to talk about love and freedom. Otherwise, freedom, how many sins are in your name?â
She would not let those people off.
They waited for the competition to start.
She would not let any of them off!