She trusted her own choice.
A support tank with a jungling spell had used a technique that not everyone could use to turn the entire game around while fighting one against three.
A crusty support had roamed and cooperated with the assassin, using nimble orbwalks and flicker kills to clinch the MVP title.
All these plays proved them wrong. They couldn’t be accomplished solely with Almighty King’s help.
Electronic sports was a team battle.
FromNorthToSouth used his playing style to show everyone that he didn’t exist just to protect anyone.
In the entire team, his function was indispensable.
Since she couldn’t get through to them, then she wouldn’t go on anymore.
However, she was still slightly upset at heart…
She understood that sometimes Almighty K was really doing some things just to spare her feelings.
For example, the polite remarks during the interview.
However, she believed that it was different this time.
The talks beside her were still present, as though they were ceaseless.
Meanwhile, Mo Bei, who stood in the passageway, was still as aloof as ever. A hand was in her pocket, and her eyes were lifted and focused on something.
An observant person would realize that, before each competition, Dark Flares’ support would watch the classic cuts that appeared on the large screen more seriously than anyone else.
As if the many people that were present could not compare to the ID that flashed across.
Whether she played well, whether she brought shame to that person, whether she let down the battle team that she used to love the most… This was what Mo Bei cared most about.
However, no one would know.
After all, the heat in her eyes seemed to be buried too deeply.
After watching the video, she would look down slightly and hold back all her emotions.
A wind blew past and her black locks fell.
What people could see was the support who stood right at the end. He really didn’t seem to have much of a presence.
However, at this point, Feng Nai, who was right in front, suddenly turned back and rested his eyes on Mo Bei.
Then, he lifted his hand and casually tugged at the ends of Mo Bei’s shirt.
It was such a nonchalant action that it made almost all the fans who could see them falter a little, especially the few girls who were still going on. It seemed like they’d choked.
Mo Bei’s brow lifted for a moment while she looked aloof.
Feng Nai’s voice was neutral. “Wear your clothes properly.”
Mo Bei took a glance at her attire, but there wasn’t a problem.
Feng Nai lifted his hand again, put it directly on the zip of her uniform, and pulled it up. The smile on his thin lips seemed to deepen. He lowered his voice, and there was even some light sarcasm in it as he said, “I don’t have many friends either, so you have to treasure this, Little Brother.”
Outside the passageway, two similarly slender and tall figures stood against the light, wearing the same logo.
Only their auras differed. One was languid and wicked, while the other was cold, aloof, and short-spoken.
One of them was absent-mindedly looking down, helping the other with his zip. He said something and an arc appeared faintly on the corner of his lips. Black locks fell over his eyes, and that handsome face that could evoke screams was naturally captured by the cameras of the reporters.
On the other hand, the person wearing the uniform was naturally as aloof, apathetic, and refined as an ice-capped mountain.
All the light seemed to be scattered on their faces at this point.
When Mo Bei lifted her eyes and her handsome face, she happened to catch his impish smile and faintly hear his comment. “Heh… Keep a distance.”
Mo Bei lifted a brow coolly, not quite understanding what an unconventional act Almighty K was putting on…