We All Win!

Adolf was shocked and his voice stopped.

Huan Leng's expression over there was very calm, but the clasped hands betrayed his mood at this moment.

The little devil who rolled over the sheets walked in and called: "Uncle Feng."

The meaning is very simple, that is, don't mention Brother Nan again in front of Sister Bei.

Feng Yi did not stop, but looked around and paused on each of them: "So, you have to win. If you win, all this will be worth it."

No one spoke anymore. The childishness of those teenagers who had not yet grown up had all settled down at this time.

Zhao Sanpang felt depressed and smoked two cigarettes in the corner.

When Mo Bei walked over with the tablet, this was what he saw.

"Fat Master?" Mo Bei looked at the cigarette butt at his feet.

Zhao Sanpang quickly smoked his cigarette.

He saw Mo Bei staring at him.

He touched the back of his head and said, "Hello, don't you think this reminds me of that time?"

As he said that, he turned his back and looked out the window: "Back then, the club had found a new person to replace Luoluo in advance. Many people shouted to let Luoluo go, saying that she couldn't hold a knife, saying that she was dressed in black stuff and had poor skills. They're all gone, and they're still shamelessly keeping it. Xiaomianpai, you should know that we are in the Golden Triangle of southern Hunan. You said that the Golden Triangle is missing a corner, is it still complete? That newcomer can't even press a gun. How is Luoluo worse than her? But the reality is like this. Many times I think, fortunately you are here, I am planning to take off my armor and return to the kitchen. Your master and Qin were shameless and brought us to Milan by name, especially Luoluo, a girl. , trained until 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning, just to win. If we didn't win the championship at that time, she would have quit like that..."

Zhao Sanpang couldn't bear to say the following words, not only because he couldn't accept that situation, but also because he thought of Mo Nan.

Listening to his voice, Mo Bei put away his tablet, his eyes as deep and calm as an ancient pool, calm and calm: "We are all here to win, especially for those who can't come. You and the master were able to defeat them back then, but now can also."

Zhao Sanpang turned back, paused, and laughed: "Look at you, you are so tall and you don't even have an expression. But you are right. I think back then, you, Fatty, and I were the overlords in the top lane. Who would kill whom? What kind of monsters and demons were we? , you can tell him to get lost. You also saw the coach from Country H at the airport. He was afraid that I would catch him nagging him. Little face paralysis, I tell you, this is the tactic. What you lack, come here and let me talk to you. Tell me, you really should learn from your master and be shameless..."

As he said that, Zhao Sanpang's hand fell on Mo Bei's shoulder, intending to brag.

However, there was someone who was faster than him. The hand that stopped him had clear joints, green and strong skin, and a cold white skin that even girls would envy.

Zhao Sanpang's eyes moved upward, revealing the perfect jawline that many men would hate, and the handsome face that could not suppress the evil spirit no matter how noble it was.

It was Feng Nai. The corner of his mouth was curled up, as if he was bored: "Fat Master, why don't you tell me why you are hung on the wall and can't get off."

All of a sudden, Fatty Zhao San was furious. Can such a fat man, who is so concerned about face, endure it? It’s absolutely impossible to endure it!

"Go to training, let me train you all! Cat, Cat, Bear, what are you lying there listening to? You have some intelligence, how can you hide half of your body like you?"

Cat, Cat and Bear: ...Just ask Fatty, are you polite?

Zhao Sanpang turned around: "And you, Han Xi, your phone is turned off and you are sending messages, so I will tell that girl Yun Shen that you cheated!"

Han Xi glanced sideways: ...Is this possible?

Fatty Zhao San shouted as he walked: "Boy Feng, you want to chat with me, right? Turn on the console, beat the top laner and let me talk!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the training room changed.

In the midst of the commotion, the heart is beating with the desire to win...

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