dissatisfied [e-sports]

There is a new Xinjiang barbecue restaurant opposite the Zero Club.

I heard from several youth training members who had pulled the weeds that the taste was very good, and the mutton was tender and juicy. After one bite, I wanted a second bite.

Sun Tianjiao asked Yan Yibing to go to the skewer alone.

The two asked for a private room, and ordered two plates of mutton, a plate of baked buns, two cups of yogurt, and a bowl of tea.

Sun Tianjiao picked up the mutton with tweezers, spread it evenly on the grill, and sprinkled cumin noodles on it while roasting.

The mutton was roasted with warped edges, squeaking and dripping with oil, and a strong aroma wafted from the grill.

Yan Yibing quickly increased the power of the smoking machine.

The chassis hummed, and the huge suction almost pulled up the charcoal from under the grill.

Sun Tianjiao: "..."

Yan Yibing was a bit of a clean freak and hated the smell of oily smoke.

This time Sun Tianjiao said that he wanted to eat barbecue, so he deliberately wore a piece of clothing that he didn't like the most.

If it's really hopeless, it doesn't hurt to throw it away.

Sun Tianjiao: "Don't be irritable, the window is open, there is no smell."

Yan Yibing leaned on his chin, drooped his almond-shaped eyes, and said, "Not irritable."

Sun Tianjiao sighed, and put a piece of roasted lamb on Yan Yibing's plate.

"Lei Ming moved out of the base. He moved out this afternoon. He said hello to me. He didn't look for you. I was afraid you would scold him."

Yan Yibing was listless, tapping his ear bones with his slender fingers one after another: "Okay."

Sun Tianjiao: "If the contract is terminated peacefully, he wants to leave, and the club doesn't ask him to pay any money. It's enough to be benevolent. Otherwise, the termination fee alone would be enough for him."

Yan Yibing reluctantly gave Sun Tianjiao a thumbs up with his hand on his chin: "I said who is this in front of me, so it's the living Lei Feng."

Sun Tianjiao rolled his eyes at him: "Go, go."

After a while, he said again: "Where do you think Lei Ming is going?"

Yan Yibing rarely raised his eyelids: "I found a home so quickly, didn't I premeditate?"

Sun Tianjiao shook her head: "No, he went to the well-known Leak Picking Team, Puxin."

Yan Yibing was startled, then laughed dumbly: "That's it."

Puxin is at best a small third-tier team. It was established late, with little investment. The base was built in Jiangbei, which is not far from Demon.

Puxin himself couldn't afford the transfer fee and couldn't buy star players, so he focused on following the four giants' buttocks to catch leaks.

For those who are of the same level but can't get ahead in the giants, Puxin will warmly send out invitations.

It fools these players, and it doesn't make them stick to their e-sports dreams.

It is more like a training base for e-sports anchors. When those professional players arrive in Puxin, they are arranged to live broadcast more than physical fitness.

Puxin's main profit channel is live broadcasting. It can't wait to squeeze the remaining value of professional players. When the players are not popular in the live broadcast circle, Puxin will terminate their contract with them.

Sun Tianjiao was surprised: "Why, you know Puxin quite well?"

Yan Yibing's slightly curled eyelashes trembled, and he poked the cold mutton with the tip of his chopsticks: "Well, a friend went to Puxin before."

Sun Tianjiao was startled: "Huo, how careful you are to go to such a poor place."

Yan Yibing stuffed the cold meat into his mouth: "I was in Zero youth training with me back then."

Sun Tianjiao paused: "Uh..." He secretly glanced at Yan Yibing's face, and changed the subject calmly, "Ham, actually the team didn't want Lei Ming back then, and Han Mo wasn't here, so we just Song Tang was needed, and you strongly recommended him to stay, but he just repaid you like this, what a white-eyed wolf."

Yan Yibing smiled wryly: "You said to choose two but only keep one in the end, why do you always do such a thing?"

Sun Tianjiao stared, and said righteously: "This is too normal, ancestor, if the first-term youth trainees are all useless, we can't keep any of them."

Yan Yibing: "Youth trainees are also invitation letters sent by the team, how could they be useless."

Sun Tianjiao said sternly: "The invitation letter is just the first step to step into this industry. Talent in e-sports is very important. Back then, you just came here with your friends to have fun, and you planned to go back to prepare for the college entrance examination after the winter vacation. As a result, in that period, the team I left you alone. It would be a pain in the ass to let your fellow players know about it. But there is no way, everyone is born different. If he is not good at e-sports, he may be better at drawing or singing than you. Well, self-care ability is better than yours, but we only need to be good at playing games."

Yan Yibing was silent for a moment, then murmured: "I know."

Sun Tianjiao patted him on the shoulder: "So don't be sad, if Lei Ming goes over there and concentrates on live broadcasting, he might earn more than here."

Yan Yibing: "Yes."

Seeing that Yan Yibing's emotions had recovered a lot, Sun Tianjiao was relieved.

"Ancestor, you are still so impulsive when you are old. What happened back then is over, why are you still mentioning it in front of the whole team? Besides, you and Han Mo were very harmonious in the exhibition match. I gave you the mirror, oh my god, what does this mean to a professional gamer? It's like an idiot who gave you his fried chicken drumsticks. It's amazing. Seriously, I don't think he even I don't hate you."

Yan Yibing: "Han Mo is not a fool."

Sun Tianjiao: "To use an analogy, what is said is not rough."

Yan Yibing took two mouthfuls, raised his sleeve and smelled it.

There was still a smoky smell on the clothes.

His appetite immediately faded.

Yan Yibing wiped his mouth, stood up, and fished out his phone: "Don't eat."

Sun Tianjiao asked: "Back to the base?"

Yan Yibing: "When I got home, my mother pretended to be sick again to coax me into a blind date."

Sun Tianjiao: "Tsk, I don't think you are active in this matter. You have eight blind dates instead of ten. Are you really not interested in any of them?"

Yan Yibing was disgusted: "You think it's so easy to choose a team member."

Sun Tianjiao: "?"

Sun Tianjiao: "Hello? It's also difficult for animals in our company!"

Yan Yibing returned home late at night, carrying a fresh and refined mutton scent.

Yan's mother was applying a facial mask, while Yan's father was leaning on the sofa to watch the football game.

Hearing the sound of the door, Yan's mother raised her eyebrows: "Hehe, rare visitor."

Yan Yibing took off his shoes and lay down on the sofa: "Mom, I'm tired."

Yan's mother "hummed", but she still freed her hand and peeled an orange for him.

"Tell me, what's the matter with me and your dad?"

"fine......"

"It's okay, you won't come back."

"..."

Yan Yibing lay on the sofa for a while, and slowly ate the whole orange.

His eyes were drooping, his eyelashes were soft, his chin sank into the sofa, and two cute lumps of flesh protruded from his face.

After a long time, he said in a low voice: "Last time you said that I should apologize to Han Mo, why should I apologize to him, he bet on games, I should fire him."

Yan's father looked away from the game, glanced at Yan's mother secretly, and said earnestly: "Son, from a legal point of view, your actions are beyond reproach. Betting on a game violates the contract. According to the "Contract Law", a Fang has the right to demand..."

Yan's mother said impatiently, "Shut up."

Yan's father swallowed what he hadn't finished speaking, turned his eyes back to the TV with a "whoosh", and sat down obediently.

But he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "The law is wrong, listen to your mother, your mother is right."

Yan's mother sighed: "I'll just say my point of view. You can handle this matter, but from the perspective of a friend, it's a bit too heartless. Han Mo treats you so well, but it seems that once you turn your face, you won't Just like knowing him, even if you blame him, get angry with him, or scold him, it’s better than letting him go coldly and blocking all his contact information. He doesn’t know your disappointment in his heart, and thinks you never care about him. You have to say It's not that I'm sorry, but that I actually cherish you very much."

Father Yan gave a thumbs up: "Your mother's famous saying, home is not a place for reasoning, but a place for me to cherish your mother."

Yan Yibing laughed: "Han Mo is not my wife."

Yan's mother: "Of course not, but what I said, family, love and friendship are all the same. Hello with you, isn't it just a preference?"

Yan Yibing was stunned, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and he couldn't help clutching his trouser pockets.

In my pocket was a nearly used-up tube of scar cream.

At first it was randomly thrown on the table, then it was placed next to the pillow, and now he carries it with him.

He seems to have always been favored by Han Mo, has he ever thought about favoring Han Mo?

In the early morning, the sky seems bright but not bright, and the morning dew smells like cold water.

Yan Yibing leaned against the head of the bed and pulled out his phone.

Staying up late will always make people do outrageous things.

By coincidence, he found Han Mo's previous mobile phone number in the address book.

He edited a text message, moved his fingers a few times quickly, and the input method displayed the three words 'sorry'.

He stared at these three characters for a long time, so long that he felt that Chinese characters were a little strange.

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, slipped his finger, and accidentally clicked send.

His heart rose to his throat in an instant, and his chaotic consciousness was awakened in an instant.

He frantically wanted to withdraw it, but found a big cross hanging in front of the text message.

It was only then that Yan Yibing remembered that he had blocked Han Mo a long time ago.

The author has something to say:

Of course he is not your wife, Ice God, you may not know it at this moment, but he is your husband!