"The game is about to start, and the phone will be confiscated first."

After speaking, Feng Nai pulled out her mobile phone and threw it to Wang Dongdong, who was standing next to her.

As the captain of the Black Flame team.

There's nothing wrong with Feng Nai doing this.

Confiscation of mobile phones before a match is sometimes routine.

It's just that his coldness is too obvious.

It was so obvious that even Manager Li noticed it.

Waiting for the call from my family, when Feng Nai went out to answer it.

Manager Li whispered to Mo Bei: "There are too many things in his heart, and it is inevitable that there will be times when he is in a bad mood, this year, maybe it will be his last year to play." ”

Mo Bei's eyes were shocked: "What did you say?" ”

Manager Li sighed: "Taking over the Feng family, Hei Yan will be able to have the absolute right to speak, no one can interfere, this is the agreement between him and the old man, there is a problem of public opinion, as long as the Feng family is fully settled, he will retire if he wins the championship, if he loses halfway, it will affect the market value of the Feng family, he will retire early, the matter of vacating ashes before, has made the old man warn him, you must know that he is not only the captain of Heiyan now, but also represents the entire Feng family, if he has any black spots, then the Feng family will be affected, There is no way, now it is a matter of both prosperity and loss. So you have to win, at least let him finish the year. ”

"Not just this year." Mo Bei lowered his head, and his broken hair fell, covering her expression: "As long as the issue of public opinion does not need to be settled by the Feng family, he can continue to fight." ”

Manager Li chuckled: "How is this possible, you also know how much he values you players." ”

"There's always a way." Mo Bei's eyes lowered and a black mist appeared: "For example, those who invite trouble, stand up yourself." ”

Manager Li didn't understand, as if he didn't understand.

Over there, Feng Nai had already hung up the phone.

Walked back with one hand in his trouser pocket.

I sat down in my chair and closed my eyes slightly.

There's still a hint of cyan gray underneath.

Mo Bei thought she could probably understand how tired he was every day.

Now she realizes that what she knows is only the most one-sided.

Although this man never said it.

But Mo Bei knows that he likes to play.

Because he is different from any other time when he plays.

Even those lazy eyes were black and sharp.

In the final analysis, public opinion is brought by her.

She wouldn't let him retire like that.

This person hasn't been to the top of the world yet.

That's his battlefield......

"Teams start preparing! Half an hour later, go straight to the field! ”

The sound of the radio was heard everywhere.

There's probably nothing in the background.

The atmosphere at the front desk changed all at once.

The bigger the event, the photography, the lights, the screen, the synced audio, will be checked over and over again.

The computer keyboards of both sides will also be tested accordingly before the start of the game, for fear that there will be sensitivity problems.

The staff are all wearing gloves and are very strict.

The narrator and host have already stood at the entrance in advance.

As the time approached, the loud voices in the venue became louder and louder.

Even when you sit in the lounge, you can feel the enthusiasm.

Feng Nai gently twisted his eyebrows, with a headset in one ear, and the white data cable fell beside him.

That touch of cyan made Mo Bei finally can't help it: "Captain." ”

Feng Nai ignored it at first, and waited for a while before the word "um" came out of his throat.

"Open your mouth."

"What......" Feng Nai looked sideways, and the word hadn't been said yet.