dissatisfied [e-sports]

After receiving the provocative text message from the evil animal, Yan Yi ate an extra bowl of rice noodles angrily.

After eating, he went to the club's physiotherapy room to maintain his hands as usual.

Yan Yibing was pampered since he was a child, and he didn't suffer much. Other players would stay up for days and nights every season as if they had been beaten, but Yan Yibing never did.

He should practice, he should worry, but he is definitely not desperate.

Also because of this, he is one of the few professional players who has no pain at all. His wrist, cervical spine, lumbar spine, and knees are all very good.

The physiotherapist was applying aloe vera cream to his wrist, and paused: "Brother, is the wound alright?"

On the back of Yan Yibing's hand close to the wrist bone, there was a light red scratch. The scratch was attached to the white and slender wrist, giving off a pitiful beauty.

Although it is only a skin trauma, the injury is still relatively sensitive on the body of an e-sports player.

"It's okay, the branch scratched, I don't feel it anymore."

Yan Yibing shook his fingers. His fingers were slender, with rounded pulps and beautiful knuckles.

On the hand that could be used as a hand mask, the scratch looked particularly abrupt.

The physical therapist said helplessly: "I didn't say that, with your carefree personality, you really should buy a high insurance for your hand. This is the hand that holds the fate of Zero!"

Yan Yibing smiled and said, "Well, you can start a charity company to provide high-value insurance for e-sports players."

Physiotherapist: "...no more."

While massaging his hands, Yan Yibing straightened up and stretched: "Search the forum for me, and I'll see what stupid netizens are talking about."

Physiotherapist: "...You still have to look at it if you know how many things it is."

However, he obediently searched the e-sports forum for Yan Yibing, and put it on the LCD screen.

Sure enough, the forum was swiped by the C-PUBG scoreboard.

Although it was an unimportant list, the number of topics on this list skyrocketed because of the hot people involved.

[The e-sports circle is about to change, Yan Yibing won't even be able to keep his last number one spot! 】

[Is Han Mo deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors? The Ice God once raised him as his heir. 】

[The 25-year-old ice god is actually... the new era is the cold god, the ice god is so soft, he should retire soon. 】

[As we all know, the only one who brags about age is that one, after all, there is nothing to brag about except age! 】

[Laughing to death, an outdated list is still swiping the screen, the ice god in the PUBG circle will always be known by your father. 】

【dad?Waste it! 】

Opponent fans often ridiculed that his operations were getting softer and softer, saying that the old master of guns was dead, and now he was left with a peerless nurse.

Yan Yibing was noncommittal.

When he first entered the e-sports industry, he was also a lone wolf who only cared about his own enjoyment.

After that, he was ordered in danger, and the club made him the captain.

When he was the captain, Zero's grades dropped sharply. It wasn't that his level dropped, but that Zero couldn't keep up with his gun positions and free men.

As the first assaulter, he is easily sold by his teammates once he becomes aggressive.

It was only then that Yan Yibing discovered that the former captain was willing to serve as his support, so he had the opportunity to show off on the court.

Later, Han Mo came to the youth training camp.

The talent is extremely high, the operation is brilliant, and the AK can be shot in the head without opening the mirror.

From then on, Yan Yibing restrained his edge, worked with the whole team, and gradually assumed the positions of free agent and commander.

He is going to push Han Mo to be the first striker, take over his position, and lead a new era belonging to Zero.

after that......

Yan Yibing rubbed the center of his brows, his shallow eyelids were slightly folded, and his apricot eyes were faintly red.

Han Mo didn't stay in Zero, he drove him away with his own hands.

The scene was pretty ugly, and he couldn't bear to look back on it, so he didn't inquire about Han Mo anymore.

As a result, half a year later, the league suddenly announced that Han Mo had gone to Prince and was directly promoted to be the captain, becoming the youngest captain of any club ever.

Contrary to Yan Yibing, Han Mo, the team leader, is also an out-and-out lone wolf.

The Prince team's style of play is all centered on Han Mo, tough and reckless, whoever bumps into them will be a life-and-death fight.

Because of this, although Prince's momentum is getting bigger and bigger, his results are not stable.

Everyone thought that Han Mo was in a school of his own, leading Prince to play in style.

No one knew that this style of play was almost in line with the early Yan Yibing.

The only one in the e-sports circle who can control Han Mo's style of play, and is able to play the role of the gun with ease, is Yan Yibing.

It's been two years in a blink of an eye.

Han Mo has become the backbone of another team, and he hasn't found a successor who can be his own.

Yan Yibing lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and the light smoke covered the red circles under his eyes.

The physiotherapist coughed and reminded, "Brother, smoking is not allowed in the club."

Yan Yibing asked lazily, "What did you say?"

Physiotherapist: "...it's fine."

The forum was refreshed again, and the latest discussion was pushed to the front row.

【It's been two years, is the little golden gun on the list going to be passed on to Han Mo? What a pity, such a cute little golden gun. 】

[Emerald Catfish: Ah, little tuna!I also bought some around. 】

[Chicken King: The alliance will make another one, it's too picky if it's hereditary. 】

[An unimportant person: The little golden gun is pure gold, and the alliance will not redo it if its head is squeezed by the door. 】

Yan Yibing remembered.

The little golden gun was hung on the club's wall of honor, and it was a reward given by the league to the C-PUBG leaderboard.

Originally, he had to hang up the award for two months to send it back, but because Yan Yibing had been No. [-] for five years, he didn't bother to pay it back, and the alliance didn't bother to ask for it, so he hung up on Zero all the time.

now--

It's a little embarrassing.

As soon as he thought of this, Song Tang pushed open the door of the physiotherapy room with a solemn expression, and stretched out his hand to smoke the cigarette from Yan Yi Bing's fingertips.

"Captain, Han Mo is here, and Cheng Bin started arguing with someone when he said he was here to get that broken gun."

Yan Yibing frowned.

He didn't have time to care about the aloe vera gel on his hands, he took out a piece of paper and wiped it all over, then got up and went out.

A conflict between the two teams is a major event, not only the club manager will be bombarded, but the alliance will also have to investigate.

When I reached the stairs on the second floor, I heard Cheng Bin shouting.

Cheng Bin: "Han Mo! Can you speak well? How can Ice God be your master? You are a white-eyed wolf?"

Yan Yibing did not expect that Prince's captain would come in person.

Han Mo pursed his lips, but there was no kindness in his eyes: "Yan Yi Bing."

Seeing that Han Mo didn't take himself seriously at all, Cheng Bin blushed, "Our captain is busy, so I don't have time to see you!"

Yan Yibing's brain hurts when he heard it.

The last thing he wants to hear about the past is that he is Han Mo's master.

He was punished by God for being able to teach such a terrible apprentice.

Yan Yibing held the small golden gun and walked down the stairs slowly.

Holding the pure gold gun barrel in the palm of your hand, the luster is delicate, and it weighs heavily on your heart.

Yan Yibing stood on the steps, looked down, and saw Han Mo.

Teenagers grow up fast.

Only two years, already half a head taller than him.

At the age of 19, I don't know if it will grow any longer. If it grows longer, it will exceed 1.9 meters. It is difficult to find a girlfriend.

Yan Yibing was thinking wildly.

but.

Han Mo didn't talk much, and he was cold. His eyes were dark, and his features were wild.

The childishness faded from his face, and there was a sharp sense of oppression that was not easy to approach.

Such a face and such a personality, on the contrary, are very popular among young girls nowadays, and Han Mo's Weibo fans have increased faster than him.

It makes people a little envious.

Cheng Bin whispered: "Ice God..."

Yan Yibing calmed down, he walked over and patted Cheng Bin on the shoulder, and softly comforted him, "What are you arguing about?"

Han Mo raised his eyelids, and his eyes fell on Yan Yibing's hand on Cheng Bin's shoulder.

His fingers are slack, the phalanges are slightly raised, and the outline is clear.

After watching for two seconds, Han Mo's Adam's apple rolled, and he let out a light snort.

"It seems that no matter how dignified Ice God is, there will always be a group of licking dogs around him."

Song Tang's forehead twitched, and he said coldly, "Did Hanshen forget how he kneeled in front of the captain and was kicked out of Zero?"

Yan Yibing stopped Song Tang.

There is no point in turning over old accounts.

He raised his left hand, with the small golden gun hooked on his fingertips, and handed it to Han Mo.

With Qianqian's eyelids lifted, Yan Yibing said to Hanmo indifferently: "Here, take it away."

Han Mo lowered his eyes slightly, and inadvertently saw the scratch on Yan Yibing's left hand.

The wound had scabbed over, and next to the scab was light pink flesh, lying quietly beside the wrist bone.

Buried under the understatement of red marks, I don't know how deep the wound is.

Obviously such precious hands...

Han Mo's eyes darkened a bit.

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows, then smiled: "Waiting to be kicked out by me the second time?"

Han Mo suppressed his emotions, and reached out to take the little golden gun.

The surface of the gun barrel was smooth and delicate, still carrying the warmth of Yan Yibing's palm.

In this temperature, there is a light aloe fragrance.

Not greasy, very fresh.

Han Mo hooked the trigger, turned the little golden gun around on his index finger, then held it in his palm, and put it away quietly.

He took a step forward, lowered his eyes, glanced condescendingly, and frivolously glanced at Yan Yibing's earlobe.

He lowered his voice and jokingly said: "I have received all the text messages, Master, won't you call me husband?"

The hall of the base is very quiet, and everyone around can hear it.

Yan Yibing froze.

The entire base froze.

No one could believe that the serious and indifferent Hanshen who was about to die could tell such a joke.

After a while, Yan Yibing's ears gradually warmed up, and the sun shone on the thin earlobe, shining an embarrassing pink color.

Yan Yibing gritted his teeth: "Get lost."