Only after playing, will you know what bey said is right.

Huo Leng didn't speak any more.

Adolf put down the bitter gourd juice, looked up, and his eyes were filled with incredible words.

The central character of the topic is sitting in a stable position, but his eyes have never moved away from Mo Bei. The cool eyeground seems to have been put something, deep, clear and hard to see low.

No one can see through what fengnai is thinking.

For bey, it's not appropriate for anyone to think that he is the key to the victory of the Chinese team.

But after so many 1v1 games, Adolf also changed his mind. He swallowed his saliva: "let's not talk about old K, God be, how long have you been planning?"

Mo North low Mou: "into the first day of black inflammation."

As soon as this sentence came out, not only Adolf, but also they were stunned.

Adolf's eyes were shocked: "you weren't Monan at that time..."

"My brother would have done the same." Mobei's tone is very light, as if to state a fact: "what he wants is always to play in the world."

Call cold action stopped stop, sink eyes.

Adolf took a look at his team leader and changed the topic decisively: "do you know the weaknesses of each of us?"

Mobei drank a mouthful of water, his voice was flat: "basic understanding."

Adolf murmured, "it's a good thing that I didn't meet you in the national competition. It's too terrible. We all felt it."

Mo Bei looked at him: "night ice, ty, can do this."

Wen Yan.

There was silence at the table.

Because, they have never been so thorough analysis, now they and the world's strong team gap.

No one wants to admit that they are weak.

But in e-sports, not making progress sometimes means going backward.

This is Milan. If you don't win, you lose.

They can't be like they used to be!

They can do what others can.

The previous thinking is wrong, then break and reshape, as long as give them a little more time!

"Yes, it's time to reflect." Zhao sanpang, who came back with the beef, stood outside the door and pulled out a very ruffian smile. He turned his head to see Feng Yi: "Feng fox, we can't neglect this group of bastards. We should seize the time to practice, export and export crazily!"

A suit stiff Feng Yi, only looked at his nephew one eye, reached out and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "someone alone training."

"That's for sure. Your nephew, who is completely black, has a stomach full of bad water and doesn't know anything. He really has to see where his limit is." Zhao San chubby more laugh more ruffian: "since we all think that he is a secret weapon, then how also have to listen to a ring."

Feng Yi took off his glasses and wiped them twice: "fat God, it's not advisable to take revenge."

"How can I call it revenge?" Zhao sanpang has a bad intention: "I call this special love for special people."

Feng Yi also knows that his nephew is in their circle, and his hatred value is full. After all, he has robbed them of their group favor.

He doesn't care about anything else.

But there's one thing to pay attention to. Feng Yi copies his trousers pocket and looks at the interview car parked downstairs.

The thin little devil pushed the dining car and looked out, but the angle was different. He asked his little toe to look at it. After looking, his eyes became dark: "those people called me."