Chapter 1306 Finals Begins

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"He? Who?" The psychiatrist wanted to capture something.

Feng Nai crossed his fingers and said, "The prescribed medicine is good as a prop."

Props? Even the psychiatrist couldn't figure out the relationship for a while, and was about to ask more questions.

Feng Nai interrupted his thoughts: "I heard that every time after seeing me, he would go to the old man and ask for three days of rest for mental recovery."

Psychologist: ……It’s not because I’m so twisted that I don’t even know how to start!

"You can rest today." Feng Nai held his trouser pocket with one hand and raised his eyes to look at the rest room. The figure reflected in the frosted glass made him curl his thin lips: "I really want to do something, and nothing can stop me. "

The psychiatrist's head hurt when he looked at the hung up phone call. He didn't know how to give feedback to the old man, so he could only say the original words.

After hearing this, Mr. Feng asked: "Based on his profession, is he getting better or worse?"

The psychiatrist paused: "It's hard to say."

But one thing he finally understood was that the eldest son of the Feng family had always known what he was planning. For such a long time, he had only cooperated with the treatment to make the old man feel at ease. But such a preventive treatment would not be possible at all. any effect.

After all, he is born paranoid.

After thinking of this, the psychiatrist said: "You said before that the cause of his illness this time was a girl. Now that the girl is back, some of his moods will be broken. The young master is so obsessed with one person that he may do extreme behavior. , if the other party is afraid and wants to escape, the young master will also notice it. The young master has always been smart. So far, I can't even decipher what he is like. It's difficult to give you a satisfactory answer. "

"I know my own grandson well,

No wonder. "Mr. Feng has always been calm, otherwise he wouldn't be able to support the entire Feng family.

What this old man is most proud of is that he has a grandson who can pass on his business philosophy.

But at the same time, he was most worried about his grandson.

Before, he had nothing in his eyes.

Now he only has eyes for one person, and he doesn't know how to like him. Apart from pretending, he rarely has true temperament. What Mr. Feng is afraid of is that he will fall into his own world and become trapped in his own world.

The psychiatrist understood his worries and said, "Should we take some measures in advance? It would be easier if the girl is just for money. It is easy to keep one person in the Feng family, but I don't think she would care about someone who can make the young master like her." These are kind-hearted and rare good girls, but if the young master feels bored one day, he will destroy them by himself, just like the toys you said he dismantled when he was a child. "

This is what makes Mr. Feng most worried, because no one knows when his interest will disappear.

"Is there any specific treatment method?" Mr. Feng reached out and pressed his eyebrows: "I will ask him to cooperate."

The psychiatrist paused and then said: "The young master has always been cooperative in terms of treatment, but in his opinion, even talking to me is probably a game. He knows very well that the purpose of every question I ask him is also exposing me. The only way now is to let the girl cooperate with his treatment. But with all due respect, even family members will be afraid of such a disease. The girl is too kind and will definitely not be able to accept such darkness, or she will show it when the time comes. Sympathy comes, it is possible..."

"Beibei won't." Mr. Feng interrupted him: "I have confidence in that child."

The psychiatrist paused. After all, as far as he knew, the other party was just a girl who had just turned 19. How could Mr. Feng trust her so much?

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, a wealthy family does not take other people's wishes seriously.

But because the other party is Mr. Feng, the psychiatrist is more inclined to the former: "Then I will make arrangements immediately."

I just hope that girl won't be too kind.

Otherwise, you simply can’t hold on.

Obviously, there will always be many people who misunderstand Mo Bei.

She is indeed gentle and tolerant enough, but pure kindness?

impossible.

Along the way, the scars have not yet healed, so how can there be only kindness.

After changing her clothes and putting away her cell phone, when she came out again, the scimitar was back on her body.

It's not that she didn't see some words.

Someone said: "Mo Nan and Mo Bei, the brother and sister, should not appear on the field anymore. There are so many dramas. Master Wan should have been allowed to deal with them long ago."

Someone else said: "This time Mo Nan will have zero kills and several deaths. I am also looking forward to it."

Mo Bei lowered his eyes, ran through the buttons of his shirt with his slender fingers, and buttoned the cuffs. When he came out again, he was already dressed in clean clothes.

I'm afraid there is no one in the world who is more suitable for wearing a white shirt than Mo Bei.

Not at all effeminate, nor overly tough, but rather a gangster, stained by the frost of early winter.

With her like this, Feng Nai's eyes darkened even deeper, and a vague anger emerged.

Mo Bei stopped, turned sideways, and looked at him.

Before Feng Nai could calm down her violent rage, she had already held his hand and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is it time to drink medicine?"

Drink medicine?

He had never even tasted this stuff.

Mo Bei also noticed his impatience, took a medicine and put it in his hand, then lowered his head and bit it, then raised his left hand to press the back of the person's neck and sent the medicine over.

Mo Bei did this series of actions very quickly, simply giving him medicine, and he didn't forget to take out the candy from his pocket, unwrap the candy wrapper, and stuff it into his mouth.

Feng Nai lost his temper instantly after being coaxed by the candy.

It tastes like mint, only a little sweet on the tip of the tongue, and there is still a faint air of coldness from that person.

This made the ferocity in Feng Nai's eyes dissipate a lot, and he returned to his harmless appearance. His eyes were as lazy as a wisp of morning mist that had not yet dissipated: "Where did you learn this trick?"

study? Mo Bei held his wrist and said in a calm voice, "You don't have to learn to take medicine."

"Oh?" Feng Nai looked at the candy on the tip of his tongue, he was gentle and scumbag, and his pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a chain really made his appearance even more impressive.

Mo Bei liked it and reached out to brush his messy black hair.

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows. A certain young lady was really getting better and better at taking advantage of her. Do you think she was touching him as that stupid Satsuma?

"Has your hair grown longer?" Mo Bei had wanted to ask this question since he saw him at the high-speed rail station.

Feng Nai didn't care: "Probably."

People with good-looking faces really don’t care about hairstyles.

Mo Bei thought about it and was about to withdraw his hand.

Feng Nai held her hand again: "I think her hair is almost longer. When you played the game yesterday, didn't you cover your eyes?"

"A bit." It is indeed affected when you lower your head.

Feng Nai looked at her frown and suddenly smiled.

Someone who always shows his emotions over small and irregular things is indeed a little old-fashioned.

"What are you laughing at?" Just when Mo Bei asked this question.

Feng Nai had already raised his hand: "Turn around."

"Huh?" Although Mo Bei didn't know what he was going to do, he did as he said. After all, Senior Lin said that some things should be done with dignity.

Feng Nai lowered his eyes and looked at the top of her head. It was obvious that he was doing something that he was not very good at.

All Mo Bei could feel was that his hair was being pulled up.

"It's not long enough." Feng Nai's hand fell back.

Mo Bei looked sideways at the thing in his hand, the black hair rope. She took it and tied it up casually, saying with a handsome look, "Is this like this?"

Feng Nai looked at her and uttered two words after a while: "Pick it off."

Mo Bei didn't intend to listen to him this time. After all, it was more convenient to tie it up.

Feng Nai regretted a little. He didn't want anyone else to see someone like this.

But as we all know, what Mo Bei believes in can always make people happy in the end.

What's more, the little devil Bo and Linkengkeng are back. If Feng Nai wants to be a monster, he has to wait until everyone is gone.

But that's okay.

Feng Nai stood there, his eyes flickering. He waited until the game was over and she gave herself to him. No matter what he wanted to do, he could do it.

But before that, there are still some things that need to be taken care of.

Feng Nai slid open the phone page, and only one message was displayed on it: "The market value of the Xu family has begun to fall, and everything is continuing as the young master said."

After reading it, Feng Nai only replied: "Give me evidence of other people's match-fixing, the sooner the better."

"Xu Yiwan has a high awareness of prevention in this regard. She always talks with people in person, and we are also looking for a breakthrough." It is not a question of strength, but that no one is willing to admit that he is a match-fixer, no matter how much money he pays It's no use, there is public opinion, they can't control it, some people always try to beat Miss Mo down, this doesn't even have anything to do with Xu Yiwan, but people usually like to dig up dirt and find flaws, because in their Bey, who cannot beat the Left Realm in his mind, is not worthy of being called a god, let alone the former successor of the Imperial Alliance. This is just riding on the popularity. Just because they like the Imperial Alliance does not mean they like Bey. They may even feel that Disgusted.

These are not black, they are naturally occurring emotions.

But this kind of emotion, when it spreads, will become a whirlpool.

They didn't say anything because they were worried about what the boss would do.

But it was impossible for Feng Nai not to know. At the same time, he also understood that since he knew, it meant that everyone participating in the competition knew.

Indeed.

The selected professional players will take the designated bus to the venue.

Before getting on the bus, a man came over and bumped Mo Nan hard as if unintentionally.

Mo Nan had a pair of black headphones hanging around his neck. He was hit on the shoulder so suddenly that the ID he was holding almost fell to the ground.

"The reaction is quite fast." The man glanced at him: "The finals are really becoming more and more casual. People like this can still be selected. I hope I can react faster on the court. Don't hold me back. I It can be someone who needs qualifications.”

Mo Nan understood what he meant. This person would be on the same team as him. With such a teammate, he could not tell what he was thinking while standing there.

Until one person spoke up: "Don't talk nonsense about us, Mo Nan. He is protected by a bey god. Who told him to have a good sister?"

"Bey God? Oh, how confused has it become? The support was just a formation created by Feng. If you look at the comments, you will know that the former fans of the Imperial Alliance are die-hard fans who will like her. Who else will admit that she is the emperor? …”

Before the man could finish speaking.

Mo Nan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the man's collar. The curve of the corner of his mouth was very similar to his ruthless and arrogant way when he was in No. 1 Middle School: "Say I can, say My sister? Which one of us is qualified?"

"Are you planning to hit me?" The man had pimples on his face and said with a crooked mouth: "Everyone is watching. If he wants to hit me, remember to record it and post it online so that the children who have confidence in him can see it. It’s clear that their Nanshen has changed his words, but in fact he is still so irritable and doesn’t take the competition system seriously.”

Mo Nan looked at him and suddenly smiled slowly: "That's it."

What's this about?

The man hasn't figured it out yet.

Mo Nan loosened his collar and said calmly: "Sometimes, just thinking about such people playing professionally makes people not want to touch the game anymore, but fortunately, it is only a part of it. That’s all.”

He has nothing to regret.

Meet the team I am staying with now.

I have also seen what Black Flame is like to Bei.

Even in the afternoon, I could fight side by side with Facial Paralysis.

Thinking about it from another perspective, he, as the elder brother, can finally protect her for once.

With teammates like this, the afternoon game won't be easy.

What is the condition of her hand? Mo Nan watched the video so many times yesterday, and it is impossible not to guess that she would not look like that in a recovered state.

What is the peak period and not the peak period?

People only know that when she debuted, the assassin was invincible.

But no one knew that she really started practicing after the Imperial Alliance was disbanded.

When she went to Milan, she was constantly learning. She did a lot of research on everything from tactics to hero equipment.

Mo Nan has read the information she brought back, and she is even more terrifying because she is good at all heroes.

Yesterday, it was because her right hand limited her performance.

Thinking of this, Mo Nan put on his headphones, put his hands in his coat pockets and got into the car, blocking out all the sounds.

The two people were still laughing at him when they saw him like this, but it was a different story in front of others.

Mo Nan has long lost interest in these things and will not be angry.

More than anything else, he wanted to know, if it hadn't healed, how serious was his sister's hand?

It's not like he didn't send a message to the manager.

But the manager's reply was just to let him play well today's game.

Mo Nan looks evil and fiery on the surface, but in fact, he is very delicate when it comes to Bei...

The less direct the answer, the more complicated it became, or maybe his sister didn't want him to know that her hand was injured.

Was it because his hand was also injured?

Mo Nan glanced sideways and looked out the window.

The car has already driven and we will be at the race venue soon.

Because I know better than anyone what it means to lose the game.

He could lose, but it was said that he had 0 kills and 6 kills, and the jungler collapsed in 7 minutes.

But his sister can't.

What he has experienced will never be allowed to happen again to her!

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