Previously, these two people had still seemed to have something wedged between them.
They didn’t seem to be on very good terms, so they might just come to blows at any time if there was a disagreement.
However, today, it seemed like they were really friends.
Besides, wasn’t there only one bed?
When the assistant noticed this, he spoke up immediately. “Young master, yesterday, you and Mo Nan slept in the same bed?”
“Why?” Feng Nai asked back slowly. “Are we not allowed to sleep in the same bed?”
Allowed? Isn’t that your call?
Do you still remember telling the higher-ups to quickly fix the other room at the base because you wanted to sleep in a room alone?
Now, you’ve actually gotten so accustomed that you can share a bed with someone?
In the past, the assistant would never have believed this!
However, at present, every single sentence that his young master said was being overturned by him.
The assistant lifted his head and silently looked at Feng Nai. There was too much inside that gaze.
Feng Nai also shot a glance in his direction, as if telling him to suppress any thoughts he had.
The assistant chuckled dryly and immediately amended. “Um, Mo Nan… Where are the bowls in your house? I’ll put the soy bean milk in bowls, okay?”
“Kitchen.” Mo Bei put a hand in her pocket as she watched the assistant walk inside unnaturally.
Their breakfast was very simple.
Only Almighty K seemed to really dislike takeaway.
He didn’t eat many fried dough sticks or steamed buns.
Instead, he was very absent-minded from start to end.
Only when Mo Bei turned on her computer, plugged the thumb drive that the assistant had brought over into it, and started playing videos of Storm’s competitions did his eyes sparkle.
“This year, Storm’s pace is especially fast.” The assistant spoke from the side. “They’re a dark house that cannot be overlooked. Previously, there were rumors that their assassin worked with the bottom laners and trashed Ya Si once. When this information came out, no one believed it. Now, it seems highly possible that they’d fought with each other before and Ya Si had literally lost.”
Mo Bei watched the screen, her fingers stopping over the bottom lane as she asked in a cool voice, “One against two?”
“This was exactly what I wanted to say. There’s an especially scary solo lane player in Storm. During this match, you must pay attention and protect Han Xi well. You can’t let him be paralyzed by the enemy. The match analysis has been done, and this battle team was finished so quickly only because of this solo lane player from Storm.”
A solo lane player was a player that roamed the top or bottom lane alone in the match.
This was a turret pushing game after all.
Many times, killing enemies was pretty useless.
Destroying the base was the main criterion for winning.
If a battle team’s solo lane player was strong enough to hold on against two players, then it wouldn’t only be the top or bottom lane that was pressured.
He would quicken the pace of the entire match and free up hands to support the jungle, as well as cooperate with the assassin to catch people.
A person who had nothing in his hands wouldn’t be able to do this.
This was why the assistant was so nervous. He believed there would be a big problem during the match, not because of the comments on the internet, but because he was also worried that Mo Nan wouldn’t perform well this time and would in turn be subjected to even more public opinions and attacks.
After all, one thing was right: Regardless of how strong a player’s opponent is, in electronic sports, being lousy is the original sin.
Mo Nan’s previous results had been unexpectedly good.
However, precisely because they were so good, if he didn’t do better this time, he would be targeted and criticized.
