Mo Xian's voice was not loud, and everyone in the restaurant heard this. But the table in front of him was the most lively one before. After this sentence, he immediately fell into a silence of tricks. Li Wenshan, who asked Mo Xian out of this, looked around and looked embarrassed: "This is heartbreaking!"

"Yes, don't we still have a meal?" Xu Hexiang said. It seemed that to prove this, he took a chopstick of vegetables into his mouth after he said that.

Of course, Xu Hexiang knew that the so-called "know" in Mo Xian's words meant a special skill that could be relied on for survival. For example, eating and sleeping, it was because he deliberately tried to ease the atmosphere. Unfortunately, the effect was not good when he came to the scene, and no one could laugh because of this. It was obvious that Mo Xian's words were really a bit stung to the hearts of these professional players here.

"I don't mean to say this." Mo Xian continued, "You make playing games your career and ideal, and such a choice is understandable. My friends are also aiming for this, and I support them very much." Mo Xian said this, looking at the teammates of Lang 7, but hesitated for a moment when he looked at Su Ge.

"What I want to say is that professional players are just a profession, and playing professional competitions is just a choice. Compared to choosing other jobs, it is not particularly noble. What is really noble is the competitive spirit that competitions allow us to learn. Excellent qualities such as persistence, calmness, teamwork, etc. are truly valuable. These excellent qualities are not only stored in professional players. But competition allows us to feel these more clearly and intuitively. I have not been exposed to games for a long time. Games have learned a lot. I have never thought that I would stop playing games, but I have never thought that I would use games as my ideal and goal, that's all."

A few words made the restaurant quiet again. This time, everyone around felt the unusual solemn atmosphere here.

A table of professional players, look at me, look at you.

But the few people at Lang7 were obviously more touched. After all, the people on the table have already embarked on the path of professional players. And they are standing at the intersection of life. Continue to move forward and may become members of this round table. But this table is not all, to the left and right, there are dining tables in the entire restaurant, and each table will have hearty dishes.

"I'm disturbing." Mo Xian bowed slightly to the contestants at the table, turned around and was about to walk away.

"I can't tell you, I'm pretty good at talking!" Gao Ge followed first and exclaimed Mo Xian.

"Can that be bad? After all, he is the representative of the freshman." On the other hand, Su Ge had already followed him.

"Hey..." Zhou Mo had only completed the signature photo here, and when he saw that the three friends had left, the atmosphere in front of him seemed not suitable for him to continue collecting stamps, he was immediately at a loss.

"After hearing that boy's words, why did he suddenly feel that he is nothing great?" Li Wenshan, who has won the championship three times in the past two years and is dominating the league, said in a daze.

"Is that so? I feel even more amazing." Yang Mengqi said.

Everyone has long been used to saying this kind of boasting words from Yang Mengqi. However, this time, the contrast with Li Wenshan made everyone hear some meaning.

Because what is really valuable is the competitive spirit, even though Li Wenshan has won the most championships in the past two years, he suddenly feels that he is not that unique.

Because what is truly valuable is the competitive spirit, Yang Mengqi feels that he who already possesses these spirits is extraordinary and will never be amazing.

Everyone was scrutinizing themselves. Zhou Mo pulled He Yu, who was also stunned by his side: "What should I do?"

He Yu came back to his senses and looked at Zhou Mo. Zhou Mo still had expectations in his eyes. He still wanted to continue to complete his signature photo, but the atmosphere at the moment made him uneasy. He hoped that He Yu would give him some advice or operations.

"Continue." He Yu picked up his cell phone and made a gesture to take a photo.

"Ah?" Zhou Mo was in a panic and hurried to the nearest player, Liu Mingqian, the captain of the Shifang Team.

"Captain Liu, it's trouble." Zhou Mo said.

Even though the atmosphere had been interrupted, no one resisted when Zhou Mo forced to continue. Zhou Mo continued to take photos one by one, but every time he smiled and looked at the camera, the eyes that always looked at him disgustedly was gone. Gao Ge, Mo Xian, and Su Ge had already returned to their original position to continue their meals.

At the table of contestants, Zhou Mo finally collected the autographs and took photos by Zhou Mo. Zhou Mo sighed.

"One day you will regret it." A sudden sound came from the table. It was Zhou Mo's always idol Yang Mengqi.

"Ah?" Zhou Mo looked at his idol.

"When you become a famous contestant in the future, won't you feel embarrassed today when you are looking for a photo together?" said Yang Mengqi.

"Can I become a famous player?" Zhou Mo was overjoyed, and the focus was completely wrong.

"Let's go, senior brother." He Yu pulled him away.

"I'm disturbing." Zhou Mo said, saying goodbye to He Yu.

The professional players seemed to be a different life. They were the same sentence "disturbing", one regarded them as ordinary creatures, without any other words, one disturbed them, just a polite word for farewell; the other regarded them as gods, admired them very much, and disturbed them, causing everyone's fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Why are the differences between the same team of newcomers?

However, the top professional players quickly adjusted their mentality. Mo Xian's words only touched them, not a heavy blow, so they would not be trapped in it and could not be out of it.

When He Yu and Zhou Mo returned to their position, Zhou Mo happily sorted out his collection, and his familiar contemptuous eyes followed.

"The afternoon competition is no longer that important, right?" Gao Ge said while watching Zhou Mo sort out the photos from his phone.

"This is not like what you can say in senior sister," He Yu said.

Gao Ge smiled.

"Are you going to let yourself go?" He Yu said.

"Hmm?" Gao Ge looked at He Yu in surprise.

"Since the youth training competition, you have been playing very distorted. Actually, you don't like playing like this, right?" He Yu said.

"Can you see it?" Gao Ge said.

He Yu nodded, and Zhou Mo put down his cell phone and looked at Gao Ge.

"Can you see it too?" Gao Ge looked at Zhou Mo with some disbelief.

"Little bit, but I can't explain it clearly, so I had a little discussion with He Yu." Zhou Mo said.

"What do you think?" Gao Ge looked at He Yu.

Why hesitate?

"Speak straight." Gao Ge said.

"Sister Sister, you have always been used to the comfortable playing style, you have reached the top." He Yu said.

"Learn a little more." Gao Ge said.

He Yu is silent.
Chapter completed!