She wanted to go over.
He wanted to come over.
The two of them were extremely close to each other.
Their shoulders were almost touching.
If Mo Bei hadn’t instinctively turned her body, they definitely would have touched.
At present, Feng Nai stood with both hands in his pockets, more or less giving the sense of towering over her.
Mo Bei ignored him, intending to continue moving forward.
However, Feng Nai spoke up in a very indifferent voice. “Those people downstairs aren’t Trouble Lin. With merely a meal, you cannot change anyone’s decision. Dark Flares values only whether you can play well or not.”
When Mo Bei looked up, her face was still cold.
However, Feng Nai smiled. There wasn’t much warmth in his eyes as he said, “I don’t care what condition you were in in the past. Now that you’re in Dark Flares, you must self-regulate well.”
Mo Bei did not retort, because her condition had indeed been off.
Even when she had played that game with Little Lin earlier, her handling had been problematic.
She was practicing the support role, yet she gave priority to killing opponents.
She’d already been affected by her brother’s issue.
However, she would not let such an issue affect her for too long.
Mo Bei had not expected that Feng Nai would bring this up before she had finished sorting her emotions out.
After all, she knew very well what Dark Flares would face if they kept her in the team.
However, it seemed like those issues weren’t as important to him as the mark she had left on his face.
One would never address such an issue with someone they had given up on.
They would only mention this to a person they didn’t intend to give up on.
It seemed like a sentence she had read in the material she had been given was very accurate.
King was the most unpredictable eSports player. No one knew what his next step would be, and his eyes were very sharp.
The reason Dark Flares had set itself apart from other battle teams was because they had a Captain who was both a player and a coach.
Mo Bei was very cool. “I got it.”
The three words that reached his ears made Feng Nai glance to the side. “You better.”
Then, he continued walking.
Mo Bei entered the bathroom and got the towel that she had wanted to grab.
Basically, both parties were telling themselves that, even if they found the other party an eyesore, they could not strike in the battle team’s apartment.
Since they could not act on this, there was no point in finding each other an eyesore.
Just like this, on this slightly unpleasant but also not extremely eventful night, the two of them spent their second night together.
Young Master Feng wasn’t accustomed to having another person in his room. As a result, he tossed and turned until late into the night before he fell asleep.
Just like the previous night, Mo Bei dozed off once she was under her blanket. Only her fair side profile was visible. Everything else was tightly covered up.
When Feng Nai woke up in the middle of the night, he saw that face once more.
Regardless of how many nights it had been, he ultimately had a thought.
This person, who only looked 18 years old in his sleep, was usually very old-school and expressionless.
How could he send things like “xoxo” to Trouble Lin without suffering from any mental stress?
This question was destined to be left unanswered.
The only thing that was answered was something else.
The next day, Feng Nai received a call before noon.
As he sat up in bed with a head of messy hair, his entire being was radiating a dark aura.
His face was still as handsome as ever, and he was actually smiling.
However, the Chief was the most dangerous when he was like this.
This was no secret to the entire team.
Thus, no one dared to wake Feng Nai up unless it was…
“Brother, are you awake? If you aren’t, you can sleep in a little more.”