dissatisfied [e-sports]

During the rainy season, the air is humid and dull.

In the live broadcast room of the Zero club, the screen is swiped as usual every day.

[Is Ice God online?Is Ice God online?Is Ice God online?Don't go online to smash glass in your club anymore. 】

[Wait a minute, if the earth doesn't explode, Ice Dad won't be online. 】

[I have all the money ready, is it appropriate not to let me buy gifts? 】

[The dishes we are showing us every day are the team reserve?With this half-baked level, it is still on par with CNG, AX, and Prince. Is God planning to drag the plane to [-]?No matter how awesome a player is, he can't stand such a delay! 】

Yan Yibing, the captain of the domestic top giants Zero team, the chief honorary consultant of the professional league, ranked first in the C-PUBG scoreboard, entered the profession at the age of 17, and has ruled the domestic PUBG professional circle for eight years since then, and has no serious injuries. No decline in status, known as the eternal light of PUBG.

Yan Yibing is good everywhere, but unfortunately he is a serious life idiot. After so many years, he can't even find a girlfriend.

The fans quarreled for a while, but when they saw that the club room management couldn't move like a dead pig, they also stopped.

However, half an hour later, the live broadcast room exploded again.

A comment is swiping.

[Fuck! The C-PUBG leaderboard has been refreshed!Ice God was overtaken! 】

For the past five years, the C-PUBG standings have been ruled by Yan Yibing alone.

There is no other reason, one is that his strength is indeed top-notch, and the other is that he has been in the service for the longest time.

Participating in all competitions recognized by the league can get points. In the past few years, professional players were keen to compete for this list, and they could not wait to squeeze Yan Yibing out of the list one day.

But in recent years, there have been more and more international competitions, and professional players have not enough time to participate in all competitions. The accumulation of points is getting slower and slower, and Yan Yibing always occupies that position.

Of course, being number one on the list is beneficial, such as getting a bonus every year as the spokesperson of the league, such as the annual publicity positions of major e-sports media, such as a 10% increase in live broadcast commissions, such as the pursuit of countless female fans who have little knowledge of e-sports .

Some media joked that Yan Yibing had accumulated points for eight years, and if he didn't play the next game, he would be able to get benefits and retire.

Yan Yibing thought so too.

until today.

Magic City Zero e-sports club.

During the lunch break, the takeaway just arrived.

Vice-team Song Tang ordered Korean-style fried chicken, and asked all the children of the second team and the youth training camp to improve their meals today.

A group of young men took the fried chicken in a hurry, but their expressions were not natural.

Song Tang raised his eyebrows, waiting for them to speak.

Cheng Bin of the second team stuck out his tongue and forced a smile: "Brother, Bingshen just asked us to jog for five kilometers around the Huangpu River to exercise, and we will stop eating fried chicken."

Song Tang frowned: "Are you not physically fit enough?"

Cheng Bin shook his head: "Because our pores are enlarged, our skin needs to breathe fresh air."

Song Tang: "..."

Cheng Bin whispered: "The C-PUBG scoreboard has been refreshed. Our Ice God's eight-year points were overtaken by Han Mo in two years. Ice God is depressed."

Song Tang's heart skipped a beat.

This list is not that important now, and Yan Yibing has no heart to stick to it.

But it's okay to be surpassed by anyone, but not by Han Mo, the captain of the Prince team. These two people were ugly when they tore their faces.

Song Tang patted Cheng Bin's shoulder solemnly, and said earnestly: "You wish for good luck, and hide from the captain these two days."

Cheng Bin tugged on Song Tang's sleeve, hesitating for a long time, his face blushed, and he couldn't help asking: "Didn't Han Mo spend half a year in the youth training under our Bingshen before, why is there such a big hatred between the two now? I read the gossip on the Internet..." Cheng Bin took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said vigorously, "Han Mo pried our captain's girlfriend!"

The corner of Song Tang's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to slap Cheng Bin's head roundly: "It's okay, don't read the gossip. If the captain can find a girlfriend, his mother will come to the gate of the team and set off firecrackers immediately."

Cheng Bin stuck out his tongue: "I was just thinking about it. The main reason is that Ice God never said anything, and everyone was muttering in their hearts, which made our relationship with Prince not awkward. It's not easy to say hello when we meet in the street."

Song Tang was silent for a moment, then sighed: "It's time to say hello, this is between the captain and Han Mo, it has nothing to do with the two clubs. But...forget it, we'll talk about it later."

After greeting all the players, Song Tang bit the bullet and walked into the training room of the first team with the last piece of fried chicken.

As soon as he entered, he saw Yan Yibing was leaning on the gaming chair, wearing a unilateral earphone, practicing with a trumpet.

In the hands of e-sports, Yan Yibing is definitely worthy of women's fantasy.

He is a true southerner, with almond-shaped eyes, thin eyelids, and soft and thin hair that reaches to the earlobe.

Living in a warm and humid climate all year round has made his skin white and translucent, and it is easy to see the bluish blue blood vessels buried in the shallow layer.

Looking back against the light, it has a vague taste of filming an e-sports drama.

Song Tang leaned over to face the screen, and found that the poisonous circle was about to shrink. Yan Yibing's jump was unfriendly. To enter the circle, he had to cross the bridge, and there must be someone waiting to receive the courier on the bridge.

Song Tang subconsciously held his breath, not to disturb Yan Yibing's listening and arguing.

But the randomly matched teammates are too noisy.

The two teammates were rookies, and it was obvious that Yan Yibing was really capable. They didn't dare to cross the bridge first, so they waited for Yan Yibing to open the way for them.

The poison circle was approaching, and they lay down in the grass and chatted while spraying medicine.

"Fuck, have you read the forum?"

"I haven't been on for a few days, it's all about scolding, what's there to watch."

"You don't know yet, Yan Yibing was suppressed by Han Mo!"

Yan Yibing was carrying a UZI submachine gun, and he shook his hand when he heard the words, and hit the bridge head with a single shot, making a black hole in the wooden pier.

Teammates were taken aback.

"No. [-], don't get excited. Didn't you expose your position by emptying the gun?"

Yan Yibing lifted his thin eyelids, and his eyes were cold: "Are you coming?"

The teammate laughed: "If I don't come, I won't come. If I go out, I will definitely die."

After the teammates finished speaking, they chatted happily again.

"Haven't you heard of the love-hate relationship between Yan Yibing and Han Mo?"

"No."

"Tsk. Two years ago, Han Mo was under Yan Yibing's youth training. At that time, Han Mo hadn't become a god yet. He was very reckless, tender, and arrogant. It was too much to say a word to others. In front of Yan Yibing, he can tell the name of the dish quickly."

"How did the relationship become so good?"

"Listen to me, Yan Yi Bing likes a woman, but that woman likes Han Mo, men and women are just that kind of nonsense, anyway, Yan Yi Bing forced an upright boy into a little beast. Just last year In the exhibition match, Han Mo took advantage of the terrain and knocked down Yan Yibing. Not only did he not make up for him, but he walked over to let Yan Yibing kneel in front of him, slowly draining his blood, and said, Ice God should retire How ruthless, how ruthless!"

"Fuck, no conscience, Ice God is more or less his master."

Suddenly, there was a mess of gunfire.

As the guns shot past, Yan Yi Bingsixue stood still, and three boxes appeared on the opposite side.

"Brother No. [-] is awesome!"

"No. [-] is more than a thousand points, I think you can play professionally!"

"Let's add friends on the [-]rd, let's continue with the next game?"

Two teammates hurried out of the grass and ran to Yan Yibing's side.

"Why doesn't No. [-] leave, no medicine?"

Yan Yibing didn't move.

His eyes were slightly cold, and the beautiful pupils were filled with a cold light. He took out the grenade, pulled the tab, and said softly: "You are so good, what kind of PUBG are you playing, let's play Fan Wei to conquer the world."

teammate:"?"

With a pleasant explosion, he took the two idiots to the sky together.

Song Tang: "..."

What a fucking vicious man.

Yan Yibing took off the earphones, and lazily leaned back on the gaming chair, with his white arms resting on the table, tapping lightly with his fingers.

He looked at Song Tang: "What's the matter?"

Song Tang stepped forward and hooked Yan Yibing's shoulder: "Then what, have a drink with you tonight?"

He knew that Yan Yibing must be in a bad mood.

No great god standing at the top can easily accept being surpassed by Hou Lang, especially that Hou Lang is still Han Mo.

Yan Yibing glanced at him and snorted lightly: "Do I care about an outdated list?"

Song Tang laughed dryly: "How is it possible, we don't care about participating in those small competitions anymore, but that crazy Han Mo takes it seriously, your eyes are all on the World Championships, and only stupid netizens think you care. "

Yan Yibing withdrew his gaze, paused for a moment, his tense back softened, his whole body limply nestled in the chair, and suddenly said unwillingly, "I care."

"...fuck?" Even though the opponent was the captain, Song Tang couldn't help but curse.

Yan Yibing frowned: "It's not for the bonus and fame, it's just that I couldn't speak out of my head before."

He pushed the phone towards Song Tang.

On the phone interface was a voice message, sent from an unfamiliar number that had not been noted.

Song Tang peeked at Yan Yibing, then reached out to press the voice button.

The first thing that came out was Yan Yibing's voice, the tone was rather floaty, and it sounded like he had drunk a lot.

Yan Yibing was in high spirits, but his voice was soft and drunk: "Don't look at me always scolding you all the time, but you are the best group of young trainees I have ever led. Who will be on the standings in the future? More than me, I will give you what you want."

It was followed by distant, messy and laughing voices.

Among these voices, there is a young male voice with a deep and magnetic voice that has just passed the voice change period.

He was very close, his tone was full of bewitching, and his breath seemed to be on Yan Yibing's lips.

"What's the benefit of surpassing you?"

Yan Yibing panted wildly, but still muttered seriously: "There will be a lot of female fans, all of them are beautiful girls."

The young man smiled deeply, with a bit of air in his tone, and muttered to himself: "How beautiful it can be, I have never seen anyone more beautiful than the captain."

Yan Yibing was drunk and confused, and followed his words: "If you can surpass me, I will be your sister."

"Okay." The youth evilly instructed again solemnly, "Captain, don't forget."

The voice message ended here, and the other party didn't send anything else.

"..."

Song Tang's face darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched.