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Start a new domain name. Enter the address: Μ  Feng Nai clenched his right hand slowly.

As if he was suppressing something, his eyes were stained red.

No.

He couldn't give up the initiative.

He knew very well what the other self in his body wanted to do.

Similarly, he knew even more clearly that as long as she was still there, that person would not disappear.

According to the plan, he should get rid of her and pull out the needle and break it. That was what he should do.

Feng Nai stretched out his hand and almost grabbed Mo Bei's neck.

After seeing her eyes, his figure paused, his arm slid down, and he rested his head on her shoulder, his voice a little hoarse: "I can learn it too."

Mo Bei tilted his head in confusion: "What?"

"Game." Feng Nai's tone faded: "You can wait a little longer."

He didn't have to come back.

Just give him time.

What that person can do, he can also learn.

Mo Bei heard this, raised his hand, and hugged his waist: "Okay, I'll wait a little longer."

In the distance, Zhao Sanpang and Bo Xiaomo were walking over.

Zhao Sanpang held a telescope in his hand, which was given by Bo Xiaomo.

He didn't have these high-end gadgets.

"Hmm..." Zhao Sanpang looked at it and said solemnly: "This Feng guy is quite good at pretending to be pitiful."

Bo Xiaomo stood there, small but noble, with an indifferent face: "He is the same kind of person as my father."

"Indeed!" Zhao Sanpang put away the telescope: "Beibei will definitely suffer. You know your father well, he has a lot of tricks, right?" Bo Xiaomo showed his agreement on his face, but the matter in front of him...

"The trouble is not the tricks, the trouble is when that guy can untie his knot." Zhao Sanpang knew that this son of Xiao Heitao's family was too smart.

Seeing him was like seeing a replica of Qin Mo.

You can't really treat him as a child.

"Hey, An An." Zhao Sanpang put his hand on Bo Xiaomo's shoulder: "You are so mature, can you make friends in kindergarten?" Bo Xiaomo glanced at him: "Yes, I rely on my face." Zhao Sanpang: ... "Fat Grandpa, let's go." Bo Xiaomo said while lowering his head to fiddle with his small flying machine: "If I can't handle this, maybe my scumbag dad will find an excuse to come here and take credit for it to my mommy. I don't want to see him." Zhao Sanpang and the child were highly consistent on this point: "I don't want to either!" Every time I see someone with the surname Qin, it's definitely not good. His grandmother, how dirty is her heart, hanging him on the wall and photoshopping him to go to the hot search! "Leave the surname Feng to me, the newcomers trained by your fat grandfather can all make rapid progress in the shortest time." There is no need to hide Feng Nai's current situation. At least everyone in the team knows that he has forgotten how to play games. There are less than ten days left before flying to Milan. In these ten days, everyone must improve, especially Feng Nai...

If he doesn't return to his best form, it's hard to say what he will encounter in Milan.

What's more, the domestic environment does not allow him to make any mistakes.

The scolding is still there, and it is getting more and more intense.

This is normal.

Every member of Heiyan has gotten used to it.

For them, the return of all members is more important than anything else.

The first thing Mo Bei did when he came in again was to throw away the instant noodles and make a pot of noodles for everyone to eat.

Han Xi still felt a little regretful: "I can actually be in the back kitchen, like stir-frying cauliflower..."

"No, you can't!"

Before he finished speaking, Cat, Bear and Bear dragged him away.

Mo Bei was frying noodles, and Feng Nai was standing there watching, with a table tennis racket in his hand, carelessly dribbling the ball.

This is one of Zhao Sanpang's courses, which is said to exercise hand speed.

Feng Nai felt bored, but he did it.

Because he wanted to stay. ;And! ,,. ,

The e-sports god has a crush on me