It's night.

They shared a room the next day.

Different from the first day.

When fengnai came in this time, the people on the next bed had not come back.

Throw the key on the wardrobe.

Feng Nai's indifferent eyes swept towards that side, drew a towel and walked into the bathroom.

Mobei didn't go far. She sat on the bench in the community. Her black hair was a bit messy, but she couldn't see the slightest emotion on her side.

Was that how her brother felt then?

No one will be on his side.

Because that's what people want.

Mobei can almost imagine how he went home to treat his hand injury.

It's impossible to recover.

Trauma plus long-term strain.

For a professional e-competitor, what it means is obvious.

Even so, I still want to come back.

Even if no one here welcomes him.

Mobei remembered that when she was a child, she liked playing games, and he liked playing too.

But their pocket money is only enough to buy a ticket to the Asian Games.

My father didn't approve of a little girl's obsession with games.

He put on her skirt and said with a smile, "go ahead, brother will help you block it."

Mobei low eyes, fingers a tight, take back the thoughts.

What does Monan look like.

She knows best.

Why do you still want to come back.

Maybe it's because there's something in the bottom of my heart that hasn't been completely watered out.

Then light it again while it is dying.

Mo North stood up, the windbreaker on his body was blowing hunting sound, his back into the night proud and noble.

Half past twelve in the morning.

When she pushed the door into the apartment.

The cat and the panda are flipping over the refrigerator and muttering, "give me a bag of milk, why are they all raw?"

After saying that, a side Mou, gently coughed: "that what, hungry?"

What the other party's eyes really reveal is basically obvious.

Mobei put off his windbreaker and put it on the chair. His voice was light: "what would you like to eat?"

"Last time that fried noodles was very good!" The cat, the cat and the bear all have bright eyes.

Mobei took a look at the refrigerator: "there are not enough ingredients."

"Then..." The cat, the cat and the bear are all empty.

Mobei lifted his eyes, and there was no emotion on his side: "you go there and wait, I will do it."

Smell words, cat and bear moved to cry.

At the age of seventeen, when you are growing up, you will lose sovereignty if you get hungry.

Plus the hungry is not the cat, the cat and the bear.

In the cold past, when he smelled the fragrance floating out of the kitchen, he automatically took the chopsticks and sat beside the dining table, with a handsome face on his side. He seldom knew how to eat.

I don't know what Mobei is going to do.

I can only vaguely hear the rhythmic sound of falling knife.

It's like cutting meat. It's like cutting vegetables.

That's the sound.

Let Feng Nai, who is wet with black hair, walk down the stairs. He still has a smile on his mouth, but the smile doesn't reach the bottom of his eyes: "Hanxi, I seem to say that you can't do your dark cooking in the evening. Do you have to eat like last time and have no energy to play the next day? After eating the meal you made, you don't need anyone to fight in the friendship match tomorrow afternoon, just throw it directly. After all, you are the sixth enemy, poisonous... "

Here, fengnai stopped because he saw that it was not Hanxi who stood in the kitchen and tied an apron to cook

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