dissatisfied [e-sports]

After Lei Ming came back, his face was full of lifelessness.

He walked up to Yan Yibing, the veins on his forehead twitched, he gritted his teeth and said, "Captain, I didn't perform well."

Yan Yibing was silent for a few seconds, then smiled softly: "Take your time."

The next match was a double volleyball match. Yan Yibing got up and gave Song Tang a wink. The two straightened their team uniforms and walked to the preparation room.

Lei Ming looked at Yan Yibing's back and hesitated to speak, but Cheng Bin patted him on the shoulder carelessly.

"It's okay buddy, there's no shame in losing to Han Mo, try harder next time."

Lei Ming glanced at the knife fiercely, and said impulsively, "Why don't you be ashamed!"

Cheng Bin was startled, and withdrew his hand.

He was a little confused, thinking that there was nothing wrong with what he said.

After all, Han Mo was recognized as the strongest rookie in the past two years, and he led Prince to set a lot of records. Not to mention being a superstar, he deserved to win against Lei Ming.

Lei Ming said bitterly: "If you think that way, you will never be able to make it to the first team in your lifetime."

Cheng Bin scratched his hair and muttered softly, "I don't want to be in the first team either. My talent is just like this. I'm pretty good in the second team. I earn enough to be able to broadcast live."

Lei Ming was too lazy to talk to him, so he found a corner seat and sat down.

Walking out of the lounge, Song Tang whispered to Yan Yi Bing, "I think Lei Ming's mentality is a bit broken."

With his hands in his pockets, Yan Yibing said calmly, "He didn't just collapse today."

Song Tang puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Yan Yibing glanced at him, and said meaningfully: "Do you think who reported what happened to Han Mo?"

Song Tang was stunned for a moment, then took a breath: "Damn it, could it be Lei Ming?"

Yan Yibing narrowed his apricot core eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Han Mo is not a fool, if he hadn't been betrayed by the people around him, who would know that he is a reserve member of Zero."

Song Tang didn't speak anymore.

Although their business is based on strength, they are not without insidious tricks.

In the past, unplugging the network cable, giving laxatives, calling on behalf of others, and getting through the lock ring of the organizer have all happened.

But when she really appeared by her side, she still felt uncomfortable.

If there was no informant, Han Mo didn't have to leave.

But even knowing that Lei Ming was unscrupulous, Yan Yibing still kept him.

As the captain of Zero, Yan Yibing is actually very principled.

No matter how much he likes Han Mo, he will still drive Han Mo away mercilessly, and no matter how much he hates Lei Ming, he will not treat him differently because he reported his teammates.

She is thoughtful enough on the surface, but only she knows the sadness in her heart.

A total of 72 people participated in the double row, and the preparation room became crowded immediately.

Since this is a random group arrangement, the seats of the contestants are also randomly arranged. In order to prevent peeking, each seat is separated by half a meter.

Yan Yibing's seat was the last on the left, and Song Tang was the first on the right, so they parted ways as soon as they entered the arena.

Yan Yibing felt that the flow of people was slow, so he tried his best to go to places where there were few people.

Where there are few people, the network cables are often tangled, making it difficult to walk.

He stepped over the network cable carefully, and he was about to reach the last row.

I don't know who it was, followed behind the road he was driving, accidentally lost his foothold, tripped over the network cable, and suddenly rushed towards him.

Yan Yibing was unprepared, and was pushed hard on the back. The huge inertia made his body unconsciously lean forward, and the wires in front of his feet blocked him, so he couldn't adjust his center of gravity in time.

Hold.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he felt that he was going to fall.

In order to protect his hands, he would rather let his knees touch the ground first.

The next second, a powerful arm beside him suddenly caught his waist, and his forward momentum was completely blocked by this man's arm.

Should be no small burden.

But Yan Yibing didn't have time to think about it, and immediately pushed his left hand to the side, instead of kneeling on the ground forcefully.

But he felt that his palm seemed to be pressed in an incorrect place.

It was soft, and through the fabric, there was a faint heat slightly higher than body temperature.

It felt a little familiar to him.

Every lonely late night, when he was indulging himself while showering, his left hand was always diligently reviewing this touch.

When Yan Yibing raised his head, he was facing Shang Hanmo's frown.

The dark blue team uniform matched Han Mo's cold white skin even colder, even a mole on the earlobe seemed to have frost.

Yan Yibing cracked open.

While stiffening his body, he spun his brain rapidly, looking for a way to perfectly resolve the embarrassment without losing his identity.

This method was a bit difficult to find, so that his head was temporarily stuck in the city's first high school entrance examination.

Yan Yibing closed his eyes and smashed the jar.

There is really no other way, find someone to assassinate Han Mo.

"Is it easy to touch, Master?"

Han Mo hooked his waist, lowered his eyelids, looked at Yan Yibing's slender and fair fingers, and asked in a deep voice.

Yan Yibing's ear roots warmed up, slowly congested and turned light pink.

He paused for a few seconds, then withdrew his hands from Han Mo's key parts, stood up gracefully, and smiled lightly: "I don't feel it, it's too small."

Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple dangerously, and snorted lightly: "Really, it doesn't matter, I'm still young and can grow."

Yan Yibing's eyelids twitched, the feeling from just now seemed to be burned into his palm, and he couldn't get it off.

The pores all over his body were shy and slowly tightened, exuding a thin layer of sweat.

Although I don't want to admit it, it seems that it has a lot of weight.

The players of the Firefly team just got up from the tangled nets behind them, and saw Yan Yibing who was pushed by him, and Han Mo who was affected.

The four giants offended both of them at once.

He broke out in a cold sweat, bowed and apologized to Yan Yibing: "I'm sorry Ice God, I didn't mean it, I tripped over, are you okay?"

He said to Han Mo again: "I'm sorry Hanshen, is there any problem with you?"

Bumping is the most taboo before the game, especially from players from other teams.

It's hard not to think of something that was premeditated.

The Firefly team member was eager to clarify for himself, quickly raised his hand, and said to the referee: "Referee, I accidentally bumped into the Ice God just now, but the Ice God's hand is fine, and the Cold God hugged him just in time. "

With his voice, everyone in the audience looked in this direction, curiously looking at Yan Yi Bing and Han Mo.

Yan Yibing felt the fear of social death.

The referee also asked: "No problem, won't it affect the game?"

Yan Yibing lowered his head, shook his head, then stretched his sportswear pretending to be calm, and quickly fled the scene of the incident.

After he left, Han Mo raised the hand that was around his waist just now, and sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose.

Yan Yibing doesn't like to wear cologne, because he doesn't really smell like cologne.

But Han Mo felt different.

A sweet, soft breath remained in the palm of his hand.

There are many star players in the double volleyball match, so the organizer has been live broadcasting the situation in the preparation room.

The audience in front of the field could see clearly.

The male commentator jokingly said: "Hey, the God of Ice almost fell, but fortunately the God of Cold is here. It seems that the relationship between master and apprentice is very harmonious. Isn't it true that the rumors of incompatibility are true?"

The female anchor: "Ice God's face is red, my God, this is not at odds, this is a secret."

The fans of the two teams exploded immediately.

"Huh? Yan Yibing did it on purpose, to break Hanshen's arm? So scheming?"

"Prince fan, shut up daddy, didn't Hangou stretch his arm?"

"Zero fans don't know how to be grateful, do they? If it weren't for Hanshen, your captain would be lying on the ground like shit."

"Prince knew that he was wrong and began to bite back like crazy, isn't he, kind of going out for a walk?"

"Slip and slip, you are paralyzed."

A little friction in the background is enough to make passionate fans lose their minds.

The security guard came to persuade the fight, but the mouth man's fans were getting more and more, and the persuasion could not be persuaded.

"Day your mother, the ice god tortured the cold dog to death in the double row match!"

"Fart your mother, justice from heaven will blow up Yan Yibing."

"I wish your family will be sold by teammates when it enters the circle."

"I wish your family's sunset red guns fall into a box."

"Do you dare to bet, whoever loses will be Sima."

"Your father will plant loquat trees today."

All the players in the preparation room are ready, the server is connected, and the double volleyball match officially begins.

After a few seconds, the player drops the quality square.

Yan Yibing raised his eyes and saw the name of his teammate——

Prince-momo.

Yan Yibing: "..."

His mother said that he forgot to go to Wutai Mountain to fulfill his vow this year, and he was afraid of bad luck.

He believed it.

Male commentator: "Hey!"

Female commentator: "I suspect that the organizer has been bribed, how can they understand the hearts of the audience so well!"

Fans: "Dog League, NMSL."