The eSports King's Crush

Chapter 230: Close Contact

He’d intended on continuing to tease him.

However, he saw the aloof youth before him suddenly raise a hand and rest it on his shoulder. The voice that followed was cool. “Thank you, Captain, for speaking up for me.”

Feng Nai faltered obviously for a moment. Even his light-colored pupils darkened slightly. His gaze landed on the hand on his right shoulder. How was he supposed to tease him now?

The reporter conducting the interview also caught this and whispered to the people beside him. “That’s really unexpected. Almighty K and FromNorthToSouth have a very good relationship.”

When Feng Nai heard the words behind him, his hand that wanted to shake Mo Nan off could only be retracted.

He allowed the other person to walk forward with a hand on his shoulder to prevent comments about internal conflicts from arising.

It was really annoying.

Feng Nai’s face was still very handsome. Despite his nonchalance, there was also some languid elegance about him.

Only after they reached the corner did Feng Nai stop and glance at the hand the other person had on his shoulder again.

Mo Bei also looked over and followed his line of sight, her face devoid of emotion.

Feng Nai then spoke slowly. “Support little brother, you can say thank you, but what’s up with holding my shoulder?”

“All men express themselves like that.” Mo Bei’s profile was aloof. “Haven’t you held Panda’s neck before? It’s the same emotion.”

Feng Nai put a hand into his pocket and raised a brow. “There’s absolutely no emotion on your face.” This was a way men expressed themselves around each other? Was Trouble Lin’s Little Brother messing with him?

At this thought, Feng Nai turned and smiled for a moment. “Then why didn’t you hold my neck?”

“It’s not aesthetic.” Mo Bei used few words again.

When he heard that, Feng Nai decided to stop talking altogether and strike right away. He wrapped an arm around the other person’s neck, as if he was pressing Mo Bei’s entire body into his chest. “This is aesthetic?”

Mo Bei was slightly caught by surprise. Her black choppy locks were messy, and her breathing became slightly disordered. “Mm…”

Feng Nai looked at the person he was holding by the neck. Porcelain-white skin like milk that felt very velvety, completely unlike Panda’s skin.

It was probably because that face was usually so cold, but now that he was close and under his control, it felt that way.

Feng Nai watched the collarbone that was vaguely exposed by the team uniform, which was being pulled. Before his eyes darkened, he looked away. Even his hands were retracted, returning to the pockets of his pants.

“When we were gaming, did you do it on purpose?”

Mo Bei zipped up her team uniform properly. Her voice was still indifferent as she responded. “Did I do what on purpose?”

“Follow me like you wanted me to protect you.” Feng Nai’s mocking skills were back. “You still claim that you didn’t act cute?”

Mo Bei looked up, her aloofness unchanging. “I had just started playing support back then and wasn’t very familiar with average matches. I followed you to practice the support-assassin team-up and see if my playing method was suitable to be used.”

“Is that so?” Feng Nai was nonchalant. “Then shouldn’t you also explain how you went from being so lousy to being so strong?”

Mo Bei’s left hand, which was under her uniform, faltered before she said, “I had more practice.”

Feng Nai took a step forward. “Your consciousness, orbwalk, and ability to predict the entire match were also outcomes of practice?”

“No.” Mo Bei remained emotionless. “They had to do with me playing assassin in the past. I can more or less predict the opponent’s movements.”

Mo Nan indeed used to play the assassin position.

Feng Nai retracted his gaze. “Since you can play support, why didn’t you try this type of playing style with your previous battle team?”

“My previous battle team…” At this point, Mo Bei paused. “Doesn’t need me. In any position.”