The eSports King’s Crush Novel - Chapter 1369

Chapter 1369: He was still that brother Nan, arrogant and ruffian

Translator: 549690339

In the face of these discussions.

The staff members were also looking back.

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The person who read it was neither humble nor overbearing.”Based on the data and the performance of the two games, we all think that these three players are the most worthy of being selected.”

“There must be something shady going on!”

“It’s not right to not continue the competition. ”

“Just tell me, what right does mo Nan have! He was whitewashed just like that? I really laughed. ”

“On this point, I think the commentator is the most suitable,” the person said.

“The commentators are all F * cking fans of the South!”

The person who was reading the announcement was silent for a second.”We are making our decisions from the most professional point of view. Even if he is a commentator, he will maintain his professionalism. It is our philosophy to choose the most capable person in the competition system.”

“Don’t give me such an official answer!”

“Alright,” he said. As the man spoke, he raised his hand, and the scene replayed.”When bey was 1v4, mo Nan not only gave her time but also took on all the pressure at the top lane for her. He used his life to exchange for the minion line so that bey could counterattack at the last moment!”

He took a step forward.”I don’t need to say more about the blue team’s situation. I’m an elite player. I know what would happen if there were actors here during a battle. “Never giving up, never giving up. I can see the perfect interpretation from mo Nan. He’s fighting to the death for a chance of survival. He has the highest damage resistance in the entire game, so why shouldn’t he be chosen?”

The voices in the crowd were immediately suppressed.

But soon, someone muttered,””That’s not fair to the red team either. Even if mo Nan did well, he didn’t participate in the third round. The best way is to continue the competition, isn’t it? Or is your guess right? bey’s hand is injured and there’s a deal behind this. You guys decided not to continue with the competition because you’re worried about this. Instead, you used a special plan. ”

“The Feng family can influence the competition?”

“If they can even influence the outcome, then why don’t we just stop fighting? what’s the point of competing? just let the siblings enter together.”

All adults understood.

This was one of the predictable situations.

The people who were discussing never felt that they had discussed anything.

Basically, bey’s hand had nothing to do with them.

It was the player’s own business to play with an injured hand.

Now, because of his hand injury, the organizing committee had used a special plan. In their opinion, he had been given special care or was involved in a shady business.

Along the way.

How difficult it was to fight.

In the eyes of outsiders, they were not important.

Monan understood.

So when one of them said,”unless we give the red team two candidates, we will continue the competition.”

“I’ll talk,”he suddenly laughed.

That roguish voice was too ear-piercing at this time.

Have you guys seen brother Nan?

He had a bag in one hand, his hair was always messy, and he walked arrogantly with a fiery look in his eyes. He had a handsome face and a bad temper, but he could grab his hair and take the love letter when the female students were crying and educate them.”Girls should focus on their studies and not put too much effort into it. You definitely don’t have a younger sister, but you’ll know once you have one. You have to be outstanding and not embarrass your younger sister.”

The mo Nan now was very much like him back then.

He walked to the front of those people, his smile still on his face.””If we can even change the result, why would we waste a hand here just to change the outcome? stop making unrealistic guesses. As for me, you don’t have to worry about fairness.”

At this point, he paused for a moment, as if he had noticed the person behind him.”From today onwards, I will officially retire and never return to the field.”