A sentence of seeing you on the field fully shows Mobei's thoughts and positions.

Xu Yiwan's face is no longer difficult to describe, she has never tasted such a taste, and she has been talked about.

She could feel the gaze around her, and she wasn't without power.

Since she can be selected for the individual competition, and she competes in the afternoon like Monan, it is enough to show that she is not bad.

She's not afraid of bey.

She wants everyone to know that Bey will, she will.

Let that person know that the person he likes, after stripping off the halo, is nothing.

Maybe she couldn't beat the previous bey, but the bey who has had such a long blank period doesn't necessarily know who loses and who wins.

People who really come to see the game also have a wait-and-see attitude.

Xu Yiwan just hated, hated why Feng Nai used such means to deal with her, so that she had no way out.

"Why?"

Xu Yiwan couldn't help it, and asked in a low voice when Feng Nai walked by.

Feng Nai was still holding the love spelling in his hand, and after hearing her words, Jun turned his face sideways, not wanting to speak.

Now Feng Nai, there is only one thing in his heart, a certain young lady is really not positive enough towards their fans, after listening to so much, she only remembers her master, and she doesn't see his support?

"Why are you doing this to me?" Xu Yiwan saw that he didn't want to open his mouth at all, and the hatred in his eyes became even stronger: "Do you think that you can protect Bey by going to this point, heh, the young master of the Feng family will never be so naïve, thinking that he can win the hearts of the people and the fan effect, the person you protect, she will never be clean, she is doomed from the moment she comes out, and people will still hate her in the future, because she is too fake, but she is just a child of a poor family, and if she wants to make money from the competition, she will never be able to become Z, except for the bonus of the identity of the Imperial League, she is nothing." ”

Xu Yiwan is smart, even when she said these words, she was laughing and whispering to Feng Nai, and she didn't intend to let others hear it.

Except for hugging his brother's little milk, the rest of the people thought they were joking.

The little milk's skull hurt, and she just wanted to speak.

Feng Nai stopped with long legs: "Why did you deal with you?" Because the first one to flirt is cheap, I just give you back in her own way, and, who told you that she wants to be Z? Whether others like it or not has no decisive impact on professional players, if you can use your dreams to make yourself live a better life, what can't you do? Children of poor families? ”

Speaking of this, Feng Nai's eyes were cold, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his waist was slightly curved: "It just complements me, my only advantage is that I am better than her." ”

Xu Yiwan wanted to say something.

I heard a gasp sound all around for some reason.

It was Mo Bei, who had already left, she walked back again, clasped Feng Nai's wrist with one hand, and her voice was faint: "Aren't you a fan?" ”

Feng Nai saw that his goal had been achieved, and just as he was about to stand up straight, he was lost by Mo Bei's next move.

She touched his head, looking cold and old-fashioned: "If you are a fan, don't attract bees and butterflies, you must have the consciousness of being a fan." ”

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows, what does this posture mean, touching the dog?

The most important thing is, this person will leave after touching it?

Feng Nai's eyes narrowed, and he asked the male fan who came over: "Bey God's irresponsible attitude, round it up, can it be regarded as a sleeping fan, right?" ”

Male Fans: ...... Sleep, sleep your sister! Don't round it up yet, you spell me my love! You biggest rumor-monger, a fan of the Pseudo-Imperial League!