Monan's attention was focused on the hot patch he had draped around his wrist.

After hearing his words, his body paused.

The two did not speak any other language.

Mo Nan thought that he would ask about the matter, but he didn't ask a word.

Treat him like a stranger.

After reaching out and turning off the light in the bedroom, he went to bed.

Lying with his back to Monan.

Even the quilts are separated by distance.

Monan looked at the darkness of the room.

But I felt the warmth I had never felt before.

The warmth comes from the wrist.

Probably because I have experienced it, I have become forward-looking and backward every time I speak.

Afraid of being caught by the loophole, afraid of being screenshotted and recorded.

Therefore, in the face of coldness, he did the same.

Mo Nan never had the luxury of expecting anyone to be on his side except his sister.

He'd tasted it.

Some people betray, some people don't believe it, and some people protect themselves.

No one is on his side.

0 kills and 6 deaths.

This is his final ending.

Mo Nan himself didn't know if his hand would have been saved if he hadn't played that game.

He didn't dare to think about it.

I'm afraid that I will regret it when I think about it.

I'm afraid that when I think about it, it's those voices that can drown him out.

It's never the people who hate you who scold you.

Instead, people who like you start throwing cards at you.

His hands were ruined.

Only his sister cares.

No one can understand.

He wanted to take home the championship.

And not just as an esports player.

As an older brother, he wants to fulfill his agreement with his sister.

But in the end, he couldn't play anymore.

Tuhai had no intention of letting him go back at all.

His brother had wanted to replace him a long time ago.

His girlfriend does not admit his existence.

People who used to like him greet his whole family every day.

Glacier snow.

Purgatory on Earth.

He wanted to tell his sister.

Never mind.

Champion or something, it's okay not to take it.

But he knew that he couldn't say this kind of thing, and if he said it, it would ruin the dream of small facial paralysis.

His dreams are worthless.

It doesn't matter how many times you break it.

Faceless paralysis is different.

He began to be cautious and cautious.

Even when he was drinking at the kebab shop just now, he was worried that he would leave a conversation.

Mo Nan even thought that Zhao Leng took him home to determine his hand injury.

He was on guard and on guard.

What I got was a warmth that I had never gotten before.

It's already clear.

With this person's cleverness, how could he not know that he was lying.

It's just that he didn't want to say, so he didn't ask anymore.

I'm already planning to help him keep it a secret.

Originally.

Except for his sister.

There is another person in this world who is on his side.

Mo Nan raised his hand and blocked his eyes, and a ruffian smile curled into the corner of his mouth.

"If there's a chance to do it all over again in the future, let's be teammates, right?"

There was no sound over there.

Just when Mo Nan thought that Zhao Leng had fallen asleep.

A word slowly came to his ear, magnetic: "Okay." ”

Mo Nan smiled, and a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes were reflected, happier than ever.

That's enough.

His career has never been in vain.

E-sports is really an existence worth liking.

This laugh, Zhao Leng also saw it.

He couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.

Especially after it was confirmed, Mo Bei Xiangnan, who is now on the field, is not him, and this person's hand injury has not healed at all.

It was like something had been knocked over.

Monan.

The man he saw so often in Internet cafes.

That youth period and the people he didn't want to go up and down.

Can't play anymore.

Is that what it means?