Chapter 1182
The eSports King's Crush
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Chapter 1182: I can be black at any time
Translator: 549690339
âMommy,â Looking for Bo Jiu was something the little devil Bo liked to do. He had to let his mother know that he was still young and weak.
Bo Jiu was looking at the flight status when she heard her sonâs voice. She walked over and saw the problem with one glance.
She squatted down and looked at mo bei again. Then, she grabbed Feng NAIâs wrist and moved it to the side.
Knowing that he was the person her disciple liked, Bo Jiu swept a glance at Feng nai.ââSon, apply some medicine on this little brother Fengâs hand. As an e-sports player, the hand is the most important. Oh right, thereâs also his face. How can he play the assassin position if his face is disfigured?â
âI won ât.â Little demon Bo lowered his eyes. The side profile of his face was very noble. He looked very much like his father. He only focused on the people he cared about. Everything else wasnât within the scope of his care.
Bo Jiu glanced over when she heard this.âHe offended you?â
After all, her son rarely showed his dislike for someone.
The little demon Bo didnât say anything.
âHow did he offend you?â Bo Jiu was really curious.
Could the little demon Bo say that she had been ridiculed for her height before? Of course not.
After helping his sister bey to stabilize her arm, he said,âMommy, you came to such a dangerous place alone without my daddy. Have you thought of how to deal with it?â
Bo Jiu paused, her son really knew how to hit a sore spot.
âYou donât need to worry about that.â Bo Jiu reached out and patted the little demonâs head.
âI will help you deal with him.â The little demon Bo glanced sideways.
âThereâs no need for that ...â Bo Jiu didnât understand why her son was so hostile towards a certain someone. People who didnât know might think that they werenât biological father and son.
âIâm the only one left in our family. âLittle demon Bo was more persistent.
Bo Jiu leaned back, her figure tall and slender, looking devilish.âThen you guys can fight slowly. Call me if you need anything. Donât hold a grudge for not applying medicine for that little brother Feng. Weâre all late. He was the one who brought your sister bey back.â
When little demon Bo heard this, she stood there for less than a minute before she squatted down again and applied the ointment on Feng NAIâs face and hands.
The difference was in the attentiveness of the treatment.
As for Feng nai, it was fine as long as the little demon Bo could cure him with the medicine.
The little demon Bo would run over to mo bei from time to time, using ice to lower her temperature. She was very patient.
The second half was guarded by Bo Jiu.
She sat there and checked mo beiâs body temperature every half an hour.
Finally, his eyes fell on the right arm, and his brows furrowed slightly.
âMommy, are you worried about sister beyâs hand? are you worried that there will be any aftereffects during the competition?â
The little demon Bo asked when she saw this.
Bo Jiu didnât say anything. The moment the plane landed, she brought mo bei away.
The shadow guards wanted to help their young master retain miss mo, but they realized that it was impossible.
That person was too elusive.
She was also called mommy by the young master of the Qin family.
He seemed to be miss Moâs master.
If it werenât for the fact that the other party couldnât even repair the signal tower, they wouldnât have been able to rescue them in time.
The young master had not recovered yet and had to be sent to the hospital immediately.
Hence, the shadows could only watch as Bo Jiu walked.
Ting Feng didnât dare to stop him, so he only tried.
She was so shocked by zâs side glance that she didnât say anything.
She said,âGo back and tell those people that the negative influence my disciple has caused has been paid off this time. Itâs time for you to give her and her Family Justice. If you canât give them justice, then Iâll give them a taste of their own medicine. The person who pulled her down seems to be doing the Justice for the heavens. Heh, I donât know if youâve heard of this saying, tingfeng, but justice and evil are just the two sides of a card. If my disciple canât compete anymore, Iâll come back and help some people verify if they can still keep their rationality when their loved ones suffer an unexpected disaster. How many people can do what she did without using the hacking skills I taught her? I understand this, and so do those people. My apprentice is a person with morals, but Iâm not. I can turn black at any time. â
Ting Feng had always known.
Z, as the young master of the hacker world, only hacked into the network of murderers on Fifth Avenue.
When others attacked, she would come back to defend.
The rumors were also because of her existence.
No hacker had ever dared to invade China.
Of course, there were also people who said that she was not a good person.
Good people would not be like her, who worked in the dark and was good at fighting in the dark.
Bey really didnât seem like her disciple.
They were two completely different people.
However, when it came to protecting, they were highly consistent.
However, no one would know.
Ting Feng looked over at professor Liang, who was pushing his glasses up as if he had just been reborn.
There were only a few people who could remember this.
How could Ting Feng not have experienced it after living together in the garrison for nine months?
That person seemed to value her identity as an esports player.
As an e-sports player, he would never be able to get rid of the word âsubstituteâ.
What did that mean to bey?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ting Feng never thought about these questions in detail.
He only hoped that she could live a more relaxed life in the future ...
Mo beiâs hand had been personally fixed by grandfather Butler after he had carefully adjusted it.
During this time, Monan had been watching from the outside.
This was how the nine months passed.
Mo Nanâs eyes darkened when he saw his sister.
He didnât know if it was because he had experienced too much.
Mo Nan had already learned not to blame the heavens or anyone.
He just stood outside and kept watch.
When his parents called, they would still comfort him.ââNo, I came to a friendâs house to play for two days. Whatâs there to worry about? what could happen to me? it wonât happen. Itâs all in the past. How could she remember me?â
Some scars can form scabs.
Some of them seemed to think that they were fine, but when they opened it to take a look, they realized that they thought that they were being careful.
His mother had changed. She no longer liked to make friends.
She would subconsciously hide when she saw someone holding up their phone.
He was no longer like before, talking and laughing as he loved square dancing.
A place with few people was safe, and he could just live his own life.
His father had also changed. He no longer hoped that he could make a name for himself as everyone knew.
He rarely drank, and he no longer shouted.
Occasionally, at night, she would ask him,âwhat time do you think bei will come back? itâs good for her to learn how to cook. I saw that thereâs a braised chicken restaurant outside the neighborhood. Business is booming. She likes to cook. When she comes back, weâll open a small restaurant and deliver takeaway. What do you think?â
âYes, of course.â
That was mo Nanâs answer.
However, the moment he thought about how his hands were no longer used to use the mouse, he felt a sense of regret.
Mo Nan would always remember when he was young, his sister would stand outside an internet café with a steamed bun in her mouth and look at the big screen.ââBrother, I want to play in the professional league.â