The eSports King’s Crush

Everyone was watching this scene in a daze for a long time. Even their pupils were clearly shaking.

The emcee choked and forcefully swallowed the rest of his words. His performance had been splendid.

Even Panda faltered for a moment before he wrapped his arm around Mo Bei's neck. "Wow, brother, your score is actually even higher than Chief's."

In the many matches they'd played, even when they'd lost, Chief would still be the MVP.

Of course, they hadn't lost many matches.

However, based on his memory, this really seemed to be the first time someone got a higher score than Chief, albeit only 0.1 points higher.

Mo Bei herself was rather emotionless. She reached out to pull Panda away, then took off her headphones and stood up with an aloof expression.

She thought to herself, "Boys… they indeed like to use their hands a lot."

Feng Nai, who had also stood up with a hand in his pockets, lifted a brow and glanced over. His black locks were slightly messy, but that did not affect his suaveness at all.

When Mo Bei looked up, she saw him staring right at her. As he brushed past her, he only had one comment. "Support little brother's cute act in the past was pretty good."

Mo Bei was speechless.

Interviewers had already started to surround them. Regardless of who the MVP was, from their point of view, Feng Nai had the greatest interview value.

The fans watching the live-stream were rather unwilling to accept that their Almighty K wasn't the MVP.

After all, after such unbelievable handling, how could he still not be the MVP?

"Forget it, without my Almighty K, how could Mo Nan have become the MVP? He followed my Almighty K and stole kills."

"He's just stealing kills. He's done it three times."

"That's including the last hit. If he hadn't, the enemy wouldn't have died."

"Do we need him to do this? My Almighty K can do it himself."

"Stop quarreling. What's most important is that they've won the game."

"Who's quarreling? I just believe that the MVP this time should have been my Almighty K."

"I think so too. You guys would know by looking at the stats too. They killed the same amount of people. Why did Mo Nan become the MVP? He's a support. I really…"

"A support cannot be the MVP? Earlier, FromNorthToSouth took damage for Almighty K. Why isn't anyone talking about that?"

"You speak as if my Almighty K has never done that for him. If it wasn't for my Almighty K, who knows how many times Mo Nan would've died!"

"Exactly!"

While looking at the arguing comments, Chen Yu finally smiled.

Did he think that by joining Dark Flares and playing rather well, he would be able to pick himself up again?

Heh… He would not give Mo Nan this opportunity.

"Done?" asked a person in a suit who stood up from the desk chair. His long face had slimmed down so much that he had slightly hanging cheeks. Who else could it be but the manager of Mo Nan's ex-club, Wang Jun?

Chen Yu was still in his team uniform. While he shook the cell phone in his hand, his smile was cocky. "Very simple, just like the past. I only need to say something and some people will be spurred on."

"Very good. However, can anyone explain to me when Mo Nan learned to play support?" Wang Jun's face was cold as he spoke. "Also, when did his hand recover?"

Chen Yu faltered. "I find this very odd too. Back then, the doctor said that it would be impossible for his hand to game again. Why does it seem even better than before?"

Wang Jun inhaled deeply and looked at the other person sitting with them. "Yifan, what do you think? Aren't you the most familiar with Mo Nan's playing style? He ought to have handed everything to you too."