dissatisfied [e-sports]

After the first group match, Zero had four days to rest. The four days of hard waiting made people extremely unhappy.

In the group stage, in a weaker group, they got a shitty result. Everyone wanted to save face, but it was a pity that no matter how anxious they were, they had to wait four days.

Sun Tianjiao sat in the car on the way back, holding the tablet, cursing: "Fuck, the content of idiots in the forum exceeds the standard! And let us not bump into PYP? It seems that we deliberately bumped into Smecta, and the blue hole is also ours." It's open, the map is also controlled by us manually, it's so fucking wonderful, I quickly contacted the official, we will not bump into anyone in the future, just find a mountain to cultivate immortals, what are you doing, PUBG let them play, we Let’s switch to Sword Three collectively.”

Yan Yibing raised his eyelids and asked doubtfully, "Are you playing Sword Three?"

Sun Tianjiao shook her head directly: "I don't have one!"

The coach said indifferently: "He plays, he plays Tiance, and he had a crush on a little girl named Qixiu, and bought skins and equipment for the little girl, but she was only in the second grade of primary school, and he usually let his brother play for him. One day, the little girl went on the account and said that she had slipped her tongue, and Brother Jiao retreated angrily on the spot."

Yan Yibing looked disgusted: "...You earn so much money, what's wrong with buying a few sets of skins for the children? You can forget it."

Sun Tianjiao wanted to cry without tears: "I was only in college at that time, and I was still a poor student. This is all the money I saved for the steamed buns!"

Yan Yibing: "Tsk, are you willing to spend money on female netizens now?"

Sun Tianjiao shook her head: "No."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Sun Tianjiao: "It's really not all about money. You said I was talking to an elementary school student, but the key was her brother, damn it, her brother helped her set up a character, you know, I thought the opposite was an MBA graduate from an Ivy League school Miss sister, when it comes to majors, she is very straightforward. I, an ordinary college student majoring in finance, was amazed. At that time, I was ready to apply for studying abroad and go abroad to find her, good guy. Forget it, let’s not talk about it, it seems like God Let me enter the e-sports circle to make money."

"Online dating is really unreliable." Yan Yibing sighed, raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, put the seat back, and prepared to take a nap, "We still have to get along with each other."

Sun Tianjiao suddenly remembered something, and gave Yan Yibing a strange look.

"Ancestor, your relationship with Han Mo has returned to what it was before liberation?" Yan Yibing half-closed his eyes, paused slightly, and said vaguely, "What?"

Sun Tianjiao: "It was during the youth training camp."

Yan Yibing's eyes trembled under the brim of his hat, but fortunately, most of his emotions were hidden.

"Not really."

It's much deeper than it was in the youth training camp. Now they have a relationship that rolled on the same bed.

Song Tang was relatively simple, and said: "Actually, I can also understand that Han Mo must have felt that he was too much back then and wanted to compensate the captain. If he had been so sensible earlier, he would not have caused such trouble today."

Yan Yibing: "Cough, I'll sleep for a while, I'm tired."

Coach: "Let's rest today, and there will be no replay tomorrow. Watch their Group B match carefully."

The conversation in the car gradually became quieter, Yan Yibing closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep in a daze.

The car was driving on the somewhat congested Manhattan Avenue, the body shook slightly, the wheels rolled over the asphalt road, the wind blew past the window, and the barbecue rice stand on the side of the road picked up small light bulbs, wafting wisps of aroma.

Everything is like a prelude to hypnosis, coaxing people into a deep sleep.

Song Tang and the others were also exhausted, and fell asleep on the chairs one after another.

The end of the group stage is only the first step in the long march.

The car drove for five to ten minutes, and when he arrived outside the hotel, Yan Yibing was woken up. He barely opened his eyes, the fundus of which was red and bloodshot, extremely dry.

In fact, he didn't have a particularly good rest last night. Although he said he needed to recharge his batteries, he was still somewhat excited knowing that there was a game tomorrow.

Now the pressure is gone, and the tiredness just hits the brain.

Yan Yibing didn't even eat dinner, went back to the hotel, lay down on the bed, turned his phone to silent, and then fell asleep.

I slept until five o'clock in the morning.

At dawn, Yan Yibing got up from the bed, first picked up his phone and looked at it.

Han Mo sent him several messages——

"Master, don't be depressed. It's normal to jump and collide. Eat more at night. We are still holding a tactical seminar."

"The yogurt I bought is all solidified and easy to dry. They seem to be like this here. Have you gone to the supermarket?"

"Sleep?"

"Go to bed early, baby."

Yan Yibing curled his lips and smiled.

He knew that Han Mo was definitely not up now, and if he sent a message, it might wake Han Mo up, so Yan Yibing got out of bed and started to take a bath first.

The hotel breakfast started at six o'clock, and after taking a shower, he really felt hungry, so he went to the restaurant alone to eat some toast and pasta.

Seeing that it was almost time, he sent a message to Han Mo.

"Come on for the game, little brother."

Han Mo: "You can't do it like this."

Yan Yibing was waiting for the elevator, glanced at it and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then how do you want to cheer?"

Han Mo: "Let me bully you."

Yan Yibing's tongue slightly brushed his cheeks, his eyes narrowed, and his fingers paused for a second on a certain emoji, but he still didn't press it, and put away his phone instead.

After experiencing the three hours that night, he probably knew the extent of Han Mo's interest in him.

If he was in a hurry to tease, he was afraid that it would not end well tonight.

At 08:30, Sun Tianjiao told them to go downstairs in the group.

The game starts at ten o'clock, and they are watching the game today, so they are not so nervous.

But Yan Yibing was the first to get in the car.

He wanted to talk to Han Mo before the game.

Fortunately, the driver changed the route today, there was less congestion, and he arrived at the scene in less than 10 minutes.

The players were about to adjust their peripherals, and Yan Yibing arrived before they left the waiting room.

Yu Yan, Chen Chi, and Han Mo all had serious faces, and the team members behind them also had sullen faces. The atmosphere in the lounge was nothing like yesterday.

Yan Yibing could understand that there were seven players in Group B with a KD over 2, and Gavy had a terrifying 2.34, which was the level of entering the finals ahead of schedule.

It's really uncertain who will win and who will lose. If his luck is as bad as his, the possibility of being sent to the knockout round is still very high.

Yan Yibing walked over and patted Yu Yan and Chen Chi on the shoulders.

"I won't have poisonous milk anymore, let me make good use of it."

Yu Yan snorted and said, "Dad can be poisoned by you? The group stage is not easy."

Yan Yibing said seriously: "I advise you to be more superstitious, it is easy to be backlashed if you say this before the game."

Chen Chi: "Don't be poor, let's go first."

Yan Yibing just glanced at Han Mo, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "You too... Come on, I hope none of you will fall behind in the finals."

Han Mo: "Is Master going to the bathroom?"

Yan Yibing was startled: "Huh?"

Han Mo: "I'll go too, let's go together."

Yan Yibing: "..."

What more can he say?

Han Mo turned back to Xiao Nuo and said, "Go to the scene first."

Before the game, there were plenty of players going to the bathroom, and the closer the game was, the more people went there.

But fortunately, the bathroom is very big and definitely enough.

Yan Yibing stood at the door: "I really don't want to go, you go, I'll wait for you."

Han Mo looked at him intently for a few seconds, then murmured in a low voice, "I'm a little nervous."

His long and narrow eyes were unblinking, his face was as fair as before, and his lips were natural in color, without the slightest sign of turning white from nervousness.

But Yan Yibing's heart trembled when he said it.

He involuntarily switched to the identity of the master, pretending to be relaxed and joked: "It's just a group match, there is nothing to be nervous about. And with Zero Pearl in front, even if you are unlucky enough to enter the knockout round, you won't be more scolded online Crap."

After thinking about it for a while, he felt that his words did not sound like consolation, so he continued: "At your level, promotion is a matter of course, don't think too much about it. It was the few rhythm posts that we posted on the forum yesterday that shocked us." is you?"

Han Mo pursed his lower lip, leaned slightly, and leaned into Yan Yi Bing's ear: "Master, please encourage me."

"Aren't I just encouraging you?" Yan Yibing Xinghe blinked.

Han Mo smiled lowly, seeing that no one was paying attention, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Yan Yibing into an empty compartment.

Yan Yibing was taken aback, and almost yelled out a damn thing.

Han Mo had already locked the door in one go, and with the click of the lock cylinder, the confined space suddenly became crowded.

Yan Yibing narrowed his eyes, feeling a little bad.

As soon as Han Mo stretched out his hand, he boldly pulled him into his arms, pressed his palm against his lower back, and stuck the tip of his tongue into his lips.

"Your uncle, you tricked me again!" Yan Yibing was in despair.

Kissing in the bathroom is really not a good experience, although it is cleaned very cleanly, there is still a scent of lavender aromatherapy.

Han Mo didn't allow him to refuse, his dexterous tongue plundered in his mouth, his teeth rubbed against his soft lips, and his fingers naturally slipped into Zero's team uniform.

Wait, uniforms?

Yan Yibing opened his eyes in a daze, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Prince's team logo was embroidered by hand on Han Mo's team uniform, and the sponsor's logo was also under that logo.

And of course he was wearing Zero's jersey.

Wearing the team uniforms of their opponents, they hugged and kissed each other in the secret bathroom cubicle, as if they had a refreshing feeling of breaking the taboo.

Yan Yibing finally felt a certain kind of excitement, he even thought that maybe he could try wearing the team uniform in the future.

Thinking about it this way directly caused him to indulge Han Mo's loss of control.

Two 10 minutes later.

Yan Yibing came out of the bathroom dejectedly, with slightly swollen lips, flushed face, hot ears, and a few light red handprints on his waist.

Han Mo licked his lips contentedly, and helped Yan Yi Bing pull up the hem of the crumpled team uniform: "Master's encouragement is so powerful, I will fight hard."

He had that kind of intentionally funny tone, just to see Yan Yibing become angry from embarrassment.

Yan Yibing: "..." Hehe.

Han Mo went to the battle stage, took his backpack, and began to skillfully install peripherals.

Xiao Nuo asked: "Captain, is there a lot of people in the bathroom?"

Han Mo: "It's okay."

Xiao Nuo hesitated to speak: "Then...why have you been here for so long?"

Han Mo: "Go cheer."

Xiao Nuo was puzzled: "Huh? What kind of oil do you add?"

Han Mo: "What did you eat this morning?"

Xiao Nuo: "...bread."

The topic change is a bit blunt, right?

Han Mo nodded: "Eat well, fight well."

Xiao Nuo's mouth twitched.

Yan Yibing returned to the spectator seats.

As soon as he sat down, he pursed his lips uncomfortably, trying to hide the abnormal rosiness on his lips.

Sun Tianjiao glanced at him and lingered on his lips for a few seconds in doubt.

"Are you and Han Mo some kind of junior high school girls, holding hands to go to the bathroom?"

Yan Yibing's eyes flickered, and he quickly changed the topic and talked about the players.

"Since Kyle went to Break, they have two players with KD over 2."

Sure enough, Sun Tianjiao was distracted by him.

"Hey, Break is indeed strong, Allenger has an outstanding record, Sano cooperates perfectly, and Miramar is also extremely stable."

Yan Yibing: "It's definitely not easy to fight today."

It's really not easy to play, but it's okay if you can't stand the luck of the Chinese team today.

In the first game, the Indian team collided with Break. The group was very confident, adopting the strategy of PYP and Zero colliding yesterday, and rushed up with their guns.

Break's rhythm was completely disrupted. Although the two-for-four solution eliminated the Indian team, they were obviously quite confused.

Losing two people is not conducive to eating information later.

Break's usual style is to send one person to set up the gun at a high point, and the rest of them rush into the circle, and they especially like to play around the edge to control the largest field of vision.

In previous games, Susan was the one who held the gun, so Susan was the one who was most likely to be sacrificed. KD did have a lot of gaps with Gavy, so many people said that Susan was the only one in the team who was lagging behind.

Immediately afterwards, Break ran into his son NNTC team and the European WAA team.

Even with Gavy, they are still hard to beat with two fists and four hands. Break, the world's top team, was still eaten away by NNTC and WAA.

Therefore, strength is not all factors that determine the outcome of the game.

Operations, strategy, rhythm and on-the-spot judgment are often more important.

Break was clearly more cocky with Kyle than he had been before.

Yan Yibing tutted his tongue and said, "NNTC is really a rebellious person. They usually play hard in training games, but when it comes to official games, it's not a routine. It's so miserable for their parents."

The camera is shown on Yu Yan.

Yu Yan hid on the roof, opened the mirror and swung the sniper, blowing a head off.

Yan Yibing: "Yu Gou is still stable, but this circle is not very friendly."

City P is already crackling, and Han Mo is in City P.

Yan Yibing squinted his eyes and said, "Prince is with Xin Chen this time?"

Sun Tianjiao nodded: "Maybe Miramar let Chen Zefeng go, he Miramar is very strong."

Yan Yibing: "Well, Captain Han got a lot of heads."

Sun Tianjiao said awkwardly: "That's it."

Yan Yibing: "That's fine, I don't even look at who the opponents are."

Second round.

The rhythm of Break finally got better, and he was invincible all the way.

They met Prince at Robbery Slope. As soon as Xin Chen showed his face, Kyle pierced through his helmet.

Yan Yibing frowned: "No, why is Xin Chen so fragile?"

Fortunately, Han Mo quickly stabilized the situation, and had a difficult fight with Gavy at Robbery Slope.

Yan Yibing nodded slightly: "Han Mo is quite sensible, there is no rush."

Sun Tianjiao glanced at him again.

In the third game, Break ate chicken and ranked first in points.

The Chinese team is in the top eight, and there is no risk of falling into the knockout round.

But Xin Chen's performance was indeed not impressive enough. Ever since he was knocked down by Kyle, he was a little out of shape. As an assaulter, he hesitated like a free man, and he was a little slow in what should be done.

Yan Yibing: "Sure enough, the child is still young, and his mentality is very broken. Unlike Han Mo, who can play a leading role before the age of 17."

Sun Tianjiao silently took out her phone and pressed the recording button.

At the beginning of the fourth game, Xin Chen was replaced and Chen Zefeng played.

After all, they had been working together a lot, and their tacit understanding was much stronger than that of Xin Chen and Han Mo, and Prince's grades became normal in an instant.

Yan Yibing: "Let's be fourth now, can Chen Zefeng come up and take another place?"

Sun Tianjiao: "The point difference is a bit big. It's enough to rush up. It's enough to be steady. In fact, the group stage doesn't have to be that hard."

Yan Yibing: "If you don't understand Han Mo's character, he must rush. Fourth and third are not the same thing."

Sun Tianjiao: "..."

He felt in a trance that the cabbage that he had watered, fertilized and cared for for eight years was rolling himself out.

The author has something to say: Han Mo: After I put on my team uniform, I will wait for Master to go to bed.