dissatisfied [e-sports]

The game ended, but the live broadcast continued.

The domestic broadcast had already given the camera to explain Xie Feng and Duo Meng.

But Xie Feng was unwilling to say a word at this moment. He blushed, covered his emotions with his hands, and immediately gestured to the director to return the camera to tonight's king—Zero.

The barrage has long been unbearable, and the emotions accumulated during these days exploded in an instant.

[ICE is awesome! Zero awesome! 】

[The Chinese team is the best!I love them forever! 】

[MVP!I have been a fucking fan for five years, and I finally saw you win the MVP of the World Championship! 】

[You are only five years old. Eight years ago, ICE joined the team for the first game. I was the only one holding his light sign in the audience. 】

[Who said Miramar can't be Chinese?Who said the champion must be Break?Who says ICE is just the glory of olden days? 】

[I'm a man, I fell in love with ICE, the last game was really a Jedi counterattack, I never dreamed it was so cool! 】

[Players come and go, only ICE has never stepped down from the altar, I would like to call it the lighthouse of the e-sports circle! 】

Winning, embracing, and being led onto the stage, they hugged the huge crystal cup together, feeling the colorful stripes falling from the sky, shining brightly under the orange-gold lights.

Then, they were given medals, shook hands with the leaders of the organizer, and were announced by the host that they had received a reward of 200 million US dollars.

The audience cheered and the colorful flowers scattered all over the ground.

Yan Yibing stood in the center of the light and seriously felt the happiness.

He could barely see every face off the stage, only the sound came from all directions, which was deafening.

Then he squinted his eyes, pressed his neck, and complained to Song Tang in a low voice: "My shoulder hurts like hell."

"Captain, I just found out how awesome you are today!" Song Tang stood on the podium, still in a trance of 'I'm not fucking dreaming'.

He always knew that Yan Yibing was powerful, but now he realized that his previous understanding was too shallow.

A genius like Yan Yibing can really get what he wants.

Song Tang is now very grateful that he chose Zero and worked hard enough to become a teammate of ICE.

Xu Rui kept greeting the audience frantically.

It was as if his seven aunts and eight aunts were sitting in the audience.

Sun Tianjiao in the audience jumped up and waved, regardless of whether Xu Rui could see it or not.

eight years.

Finally saw this scene.

How lucky he was to meet Yan Yibing in his professional career.

Of course, Sun Tianjiao didn't forget to thank herself.If he hadn't used both soft and hard tactics to trick Yan Yibing, who was still a pure high school student, into the team, how could he be where he is today?

He is the reincarnation of Bole!

The most guilty person in the entire Zero club is An Xinghuo.

As soon as he walked onto the stage, put on the medal that belonged to the champion, and held up the crystal clear and sparkling crystal cup, his calves were shaking.

Just half a year.

He actually got a world champion back in a daze?

With such luck, it is unreasonable not to buy a lottery ticket when I go back.

On the field, players from other teams are packing up their peripherals and preparing to leave.

Xiao Nuo leaned into Han Mo's ear, jokingly said: "Captain, I'm going to suspect that the man you like is Ice God!"

Although the fact that Han Mo stopped him from grabbing the head shocked him, but after thinking about it, it was completely understandable.

At that time, the only team that could compete for the championship was Zero. Since their own team could compete, why did they give up the opportunity to foreign teams?

This matter is the turn of CNG and AX, and it must be the same choice as the captain.

Han Mo glanced at him, put his backpack on his shoulders, and said in his usual tone, "Don't doubt it."

Xiao Nuo: "?"

Xiao Nuo: "What... what?"

Han Mo said lightly, "I just like Ice God."

Xiao Nuo: "!!!"

Xiao Nuo shook his hand and almost pushed the organizer's computer out.

The referees and supervisors behind were extremely flustered, thinking that Xiao Nuo would smash the computer after losing the game.

Han Mo hastily helped Xiao Nuo's computer, and continued: "If you are talking about head-sharing, normal people would do it this way."

Xiao Nuo: "That's true..."

"But thinking that my head points can contribute to his championship road, I still..." Han Mo paused, and said with disgust, "Forget it, single dogs don't understand."

Xiao Nuo: "..." is extremely insulting.

The hustle and bustle dissipated, and the audience was guided to leave in an orderly manner.

The people of Zero are finally back together.

Sun Tianjiao beamed brightly and said, "I said, it's not justified not to go dancing tonight, right?"

Coach: "What are you dancing, a group of foreign kids, let me tell you, let's go on a yacht!"

Sun Tianjiao: "We'll talk about the party when we get back to Shanghai, the whole club will be together."

Song Tang: "I don't want to go to Bundi to eat pizza. I want to eat spicy hot pot and barbecue. I haven't eaten spicy food for half a month because I'm afraid of diarrhea!"

Fu Haifeng: "I said, what's the hurry, there is plenty of time, come one by one, don't sleep today!"

Only An Xinghuo said weakly: "Well...I think Ice God is a bit tired, why don't we relax a bit today?"

Sun Tianjiao: "Fuck! I forgot about this!"

Although Yan Yibing was leaning on the chair and listening to them with a smile on his face, his left hand was still on his right shoulder, pressing hard on his sore shoulder and neck.

Professional players suffer from shoulder muscle strain more or less, and it is good to pay attention to it at ordinary times, but once it happens, it is a pain that cannot be ignored.

Yan Yibing exhausted his energy tonight, and now he was able to sit here as motionless as the wind, purely because of the excitement of winning the championship.

Otherwise, with his lazy personality, he would have found a place to lie down long ago.

Yan Yibing couldn't help laughing: "I'm okay, I'm not that fragile, you just decide."

Sun Tianjiao waved her hand: "Forget about today, let's all go back and recharge our batteries. Let's talk about the celebration tomorrow."

Yan Yibing: "I'm really fine."

He knows that everyone is happy today, so he doesn't want to spoil the fun.

Sun Tianjiao said seriously: "Do you still remember the previous PGC competition? CNG won the championship, Yu Yan and the others did nothing that night, they celebrated, drank heavily all night, and slept all day. After waking up, his wife was gone. We can't make the mistake of resting today and saying hello to our family and friends."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Sun Tianjiao: "Disbanded, disbanded, do what you want, Song Tang went to eat spicy hot pot, I went to find old friends for a drink, Haifeng and ancestors rested at the hotel, Xiao An... Xiao An hurriedly bought a lottery ticket Hahahahaha."

Yan Yibing: "It's really a rest, then can I go back to sleep?"

Sun Tianjiao: "Let's go, I'll go back with you."

Yan Yibing: "Okay."

On the way back in the car, Yan Yibing felt uncomfortable no matter how he lay down.

He straightened his back, raised his phone above his head, and sent Han Mo a message with his neck raised.

[Yan Yibing: Where is it? 】

[Little beast: The team eats together, do you want to celebrate? 】

[Yan Yibing: I don't celebrate today, my shoulder hurts. 】

[Little beast: Should I find a reason to come and find you? 】

[Yan Yibing: Come on. 】

After arranging the bed warmer, Yan Yibing relaxed and slept in the car for a while.

When the car arrived at the hotel, Sun Tianjiao wanted to find a physical therapist for Yan Yibing, but Yan Yibing stopped her.

"Let people rest too, the game is over, I'll just recover slowly."

Sun Tianjiao: "Why don't I find you a massage at the hotel."

Yan Yibing: "No, you go to the bar."

Back in the room, Yan Yibing happily posted a group photo of winning the championship in the family group, then he put his phone on the coffee table and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The ribbons on the podium have a smell, and it is not very comfortable to fall all over the body.

Anyway, he had to wait for Han Mo to come over, so he simply washed it carefully.

When I picked up a huge one kilogram of shower gel with my hand, my right hand trembled uncontrollably, even with the shower gel.

Yan Yibing stared at the trembling hands and smiled helplessly.

If Gavy knew that he had surpassed his physical limit in the last game, and changed the mouse configuration data because of this, he would definitely be mad.

In fact, at the last moment, he was gambling.

He has an auspicious suit and plenty of 'medicine'.

He bet that Gavy also thinks that he doesn't need to have a gun, but will wear an auspicious suit to find a hidden place and fight for drugs.

In fact, before the Indian player was eliminated, Yan Yibing had already thrown away his backpack.

With such conspicuous things, in such a small area, even if there is an auspicious suit, how could it escape Kyle's eyes.

But according to the classic birdcage theory in psychology, Gavy will most likely adopt inertial thinking.

He wouldn't think about the logic of Yan Yibing's ability to knock down Kyle in a short time.

So Yan Yibing did the opposite, and at the very second Gavy was in a daze because of this, his bullet hit Gavy first.

In a professional game against a gun, whoever goes first wins.

After taking a bath, my muscles and bones were relaxed a lot by the hot water.

Yan Yibing leaned on the soft sofa, while waiting for Han Mo, he searched for food.

After checking, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have promised the fans that if the result of the game was good, he would broadcast it live.

Almost forgot.

He quickly logged in to Weibo, but it took more than ten seconds for Weibo to log in.

He has been out of the mosaic by Aite's information card.

After finally being able to see it, I realized that his previous Weibo had 20 comments, and it even rushed into the trending searches.

Under his trending search, there is actually a big melon of a certain celebrity who announced his relationship.

Sure enough, the fans of e-sports were still very aggressive.

In the latest comments, many people are complaining that he doesn't count on what he says, that he won't come out for live broadcast even though he won the championship.

Yan Yibing also didn't want to be someone who didn't count.

It just so happens that Weibo also has a live broadcast function, which can be shared with fans simultaneously.

So Yan Yibing checked the live broadcast tentatively.

The front camera of the mobile phone showed his face, and the beautification effect was a little exaggerated, so he turned it off in disgust.

The live broadcast room was updated to Weibo simultaneously, and thousands of fans gathered in.

Yan Yibing closed the neckline of his pajamas, smiled with almond-shaped eyes, and coughed lightly: "I won the championship, and I will live broadcast it as agreed."

"I don't know much about live broadcasting on Weibo, and I haven't used it before." "You guys have just finished the live broadcast of the game, you have worked hard."

fan--

[Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, So Awesome!I love you so much! 】

【Ahhhhhhhh I'm coming in! 】

[Really won the championship!Really won the championship!Still an MVP!It's so cool bro! 】

[This is no better than blogging! 】

[Awesome, I only say it once!I declare that you are the only man I admire! 】

[I don't laugh at you for failing the blind date! Let ICE fall in love with me! 】

[Others only care about whether you fly high or not, but I only care about whether the medals are true or not. 】

Yan Yibing: "The real medals, the gold ones, seem to be sponsored by international sports organizations this time, maybe e-sports will really be included in the Olympic Games in the future. Let me show you."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and started looking for gold medals all over the room.

As a person who doesn't have any plans in life, he can't remember where to put the gold medal, no matter how precious it is.

It was also because the hotel was too big. He turned all the way from the living room to the bedroom, and finally found the gold medal wrapped in his pocket in the laundry basket.

fan--

【I saw all the hotels in ICE...】

[It's okay, the gold medal won't be lost, it's too sloppy. 】

[It's just a gold medal, I'll get it after I lose it. 】

[Hahahahaha I found that after the Ice God won the championship, the ice powder began to swell. 】

[Passers-by just came in, it was so crowded, and those with poor internet speed were stuck out eight times, let me say congratulations first! 】

【Hey, this middle-aged man has been retired for five years. Seeing this scene today, I am filled with tears and emotions. Who doesn't have a dream of being a champion! 】

With lingering fear in his heart, Yan Yibing put the gold medal to his lips and blew it.

"Fortunately, I found it."

He held up his mobile phone, pointed the medal at the camera, and showed it to the fans.

The golden medal glowed expensively under the lights. The name of the PUBG World Championship was engraved on the edge of the medal, and in the center was the outline of an airplane.

Only Yan Yibing's medal is different from the others. On the back of his medal, there are three capital letters embedded - MVP.

The fans were enthusiastic and began to swipe gifts frantically.

Before Yan Yibing had time to see the name of the gift, his face was blurred by the mosaic.

Immediately afterwards, the mosaics were superimposed one after another, and the mobile phone screen looked like a plate of overturned oil paints.

It's stuck!

This software, which can withstand star live broadcast PK, actually got stuck with him!

Yan Yibing checked the network in disbelief, and cautiously said to the phone: "Hey, can you hear me, I'm stuck."

Of course there was no answer, and the screen completely froze.

Yan Yibing frowned, ready to exit and re-enter.

He clicked the home button, but unexpectedly, not only did he not log out of Weibo, but the screen became half colored and half black.

This time, the phone is also dead.

Yan Yibing pressed the center of his eyebrows, and was about to shut down and restart.

There was a knock on the door, and a familiar low voice came from outside the door: "Master."

Han Mo has arrived.

Yan Yibing ignored his phone for the time being, and walked over to open the door.

Outside the door, Han Mo was wearing a dark green open coat with a white shirt underneath.

The young man had black hair and dark pupils, with a smile in his eyes, his shirt collar was loosely unbuttoned, and his well-shaped collarbone was undoubtedly exposed.

Yan Yibing admitted that he was a little surprised.

He had never seen Han Mo wearing light-colored clothes, and he didn't know that he would look so refreshing in light-colored clothes.

This is the most suitable attire for this age, and the vigor can't be concealed.

Yan Yibing's gaze lingered on him for a moment, and he couldn't help asking, "Why are you wearing white all of a sudden?"

"Master likes white, so I want Master to like me more."

Han Mo closed the door, pressed Yan Yi Bing against the wall of the porch, and kissed him.

He approached with a cool outdoor air, and his fingers caught the belt of Yan Yibing's pajamas.

Yan Yibing said nervously, "I'm live broadcasting!"

Han Mo froze slightly, apparently also taken aback.

"But it seems to be stuck."

Yan Yibing raised the phone and handed the screen to Han Mo to see.

The screen was so stuck that it was black and colored, and the phone was like a piece of hot scrap metal, unresponsive to any commands.

So Han Mo presumptuously bit Yan Yibing's lips lightly: "Aren't you tired? Turn off the phone, don't look at them, look at me."

Yan Yibing was forced to breathe slightly short of breath, and pursed his bitten lips: "Why didn't I look at you, I watched you when I was accepting the award, but you were replaying the game with your teammates."

Han Mo held Yan Yibing's cell phone with one hand, pressed the power off button, and said in a low voice, "I didn't resume the game, I was thinking about you."

The phone finally responded, and after a few seconds, it stopped working completely.

Yan Yibing leaned against the wall, his wet hair was disheveled, he slightly raised his head and looked at Han Mo, his eyes were clear and watery: "What do you miss me?" He smiled again, "Think I stole the Prince's championship?"

Han Mo raised his hand, lightly clenched it into a fist, and said to Yan Yi Bing, "A human heart is only this big."

Yan Yibing's eyes lowered slightly, and fell on the hand with slightly protruding joints and beautiful contours.

"Ah."

Science shows that the human heart is about the size of a clenched fist.

Han Mo looked into Yan Yibing's eyes, and murmured, "Such a small place is full of you now, and there are still decades in the future, how can it be enough?"

The author has something to say: The mobile phone is wronged: I just look at the card, how can I turn it off?