dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing was fine at night, so he checked the girl's circle of friends.

After seeing more than a dozen, he couldn't help admiring: "Good guy."

It is simply a bot for elites and socialites with high quality life.

Fitness, golf, horse riding, afternoon tea at the cafe on the top floor of the CBD area, in addition, there are many famous foreign attractions to check in.

But this girl's comments on well-known attractions are very flat, as if every place has let her down, justsoso.

Yan Yibing's family conditions are also good, but he doesn't live so gracefully.

The content of his circle of friends, competitions, games, games, rare life-like, or team dinners and drinks.

He used to think that he was a very delicate person who paid attention to the quality of life, but it turned out that he was only in the e-sports circle.

WeChat was urged by his mother to add it on his own initiative.

After he added it as required, he didn't care anymore.

After about seven or eight hours, the other party agreed to the friend invitation.

Yan Yibing looked at the WeChat name [Leng Yinyue] and thought for a long time before he remembered who it was.

After agreeing, the other party didn't talk to him, apparently waiting for him to speak first, but Yan Yibing didn't know what to say to a stranger, so he simply put down the phone.

Han Mo was still on his mind.

Han Mo is smarter than he imagined. Yesterday, he found out that he was tricky when he played with him all day, but he still hooked him into giving him an extra day's bounty, which made him lose everything today.

Thinking of this, Yan Yibing lost even the interest in going on a blind date tomorrow.

The next afternoon, Yan Yibing got up and went to the stylist to get her hair done under the fucking introduction.

He sat on a chair, and the stylist pressed his face and looked in the mirror for a moment.

"Your hair is a bit long, and it doesn't look so healthy. Your mother said that this girl likes sunny and sporty ones. How about I cut it for you?"

Yan Yibing's eyelids drooped, and while looking at his phone, he said, "No cut."

He still doesn't have any feelings for the other party, why should he change to the direction she likes.

The hair stylist could tell at a glance that this was the reaction of being forced to go on a blind date by the parents.

The hair stylist understood and nodded: "Then I'll put some hair gel on you to fix your shape, but basically it can only last for a day. If you go on a date later, you have to do it again."

Yan Yibing put away his phone and looked in the mirror: "One day is enough."

After finishing the styling, it was already past five o'clock, and he made an appointment with the other party at seven o'clock in the evening, because the other party still had a yoga class.

Yan's mother prepared a black casual suit for him, which looked formal but not so serious.The suit was custom-made and specially modified to suit his figure.

He himself is thin, and his muscles are not particularly obvious. The clothes that are too western can't hold him up, and the original trouser legs are a bit short.

After the correction, the trousers wrapped the hips and legs properly, and were tightly tightened at the narrow waistline.

The white silk shirt is tucked into the trousers, and the soft fabric fits the flexible shoulder blades.

He never went to college because of his professional career. In order to make him appear educated, Yan's mother ordered him to wear flat gold-rimmed glasses.

Yan's mother looked at it and praised with satisfaction: "It looks good, thanks to me for giving you this face!"

Yan Yibing always knew that he was good-looking, but when he heard his mother's oblique boasting, he suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Whether handsome or not is a trivial matter, as long as the business is strong."

Yan's mother immediately warned with a sullen face: "I tell you, you should talk less about games with others. Their girls are very self-disciplined and never play games. You should talk more about other interests, hobbies, and traveling abroad."

"I got it right." Yan Yi Bing half-closed his eyes and said perfunctorily.

The appointment was at seven o'clock, but Yan's mother said that as a boy, he must arrive early.

Yan Yibing had no choice but to leave the house at 06:30.

The closest to his home is a Caribbean-style coffee shop. It is said that all the coffee is shipped directly from the coffee hills in Jamaica. Not only is the price expensive, but the quantity is also small. It is said that it only sells [-] cups a day.

Yan Yibing stood at the door of the coffee shop and sighed deeply.

Their high-intensity training state is really not suitable for dating.

Although he also fantasized about the sweetness of the two after falling in love, once there is friction, it will easily affect the mood of training.

Human energy is limited, but e-sports is a time-consuming and labor-intensive occupation.

He originally wanted to return to school and fall in love step by step after retiring, but because of Han Mo's departure, this plan never took shape.

Yan Yibing raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door.

With a slight creak, he stepped into the coffee shop.

The service attitude of this high-end coffee shop is very good. As soon as he entered, the waiter greeted him with a smile.

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

Yan Yibing raised his eyes and glanced casually into the coffee shop: "Yes..."

His voice faltered, and his expression gradually became stiff.

He saw a familiar figure with his head down, playing with his phone.

The man was wearing straight-leg overalls with large pockets, a pair of extremely aggressive black Martin boots, and a clover dark green baseball uniform on his upper body. The wide belt around his waist shone with a cool luster under the light.

As always, dark colors, cold face, rebellious.

Han Mo.

How could he be here?

Yan Yibing was so dazed that he almost forgot what he was doing here.

Once when he saw Han Mo, he just had to keep his face sullen and say nothing, as if it were air, but ever since he had the tactic of pretending to be a girl, he felt a little guilty about Han Mo for no reason.

Waiter: "Sir? If you don't have a reservation, you can only sit at the long table over there."

Yan Yibing came back to his senses, and licked his lower lip: "I have an appointment, my surname is Yan."

The waiter flipped through the book and raised his eyebrows: "Come with me."

With that said, he brought Yan Yibing to Han Mo's front left.

There was a small candle on the table, and two roses.

Yan Yibing: "..."

When he thought of going on a blind date beside Han Mo, he felt awkward.

He was eager to know what Han Mo was doing here, but he opened his mouth, but couldn't think of how to greet him.

Simply Han Mo didn't look up, so let's pretend they didn't see each other.

Yan Yibing consciously nestled in the back of the seat, trying to stay as far away from Han Mo as possible.

He ordered a cup of coffee for himself first, and then kept looking at his phone with his back turned.

He tweeted——

@Zero言易冰: Unlucky, I hope it's not the worst day.

He has 700 million fans on Weibo, and every time he interacts frequently, there are also [-] to [-] live fans, which is equivalent to a small amount of traffic in the entertainment industry.

As soon as he sent it out, the replies gradually increased.

[Then it's unlucky to be rich, then I won't be able to survive. 】

[Ice God, come on, PCL, you must keep up the results. The fans of some teams have been too crazy recently, and the brothers can't bear it anymore. 】

[Why did Lei Ming leave? Why did Lei Ming leave? I really like him. Do you have an explanation? 】

[Posting a blog or not posting a picture is all hooliganism. 】

【Ice God, have you heard of Murphy's Law, don't talk nonsense...】

Yan Yibing picked a reply.

"Being rich has nothing to do with being unlucky, you can be happy even if you are poor."

"PCL is practicing and practicing, and it wouldn't be so unlucky if it wasn't for PCL."

"Lei Ming's own choice, you can ask him."

"No picture, just imagine."

"Less crow's mouth, Murphy's Law doesn't work like that."

He played with his mobile phone for a whole hour, and at 07:30, the blind date was long overdue.

Leng Yinyue was very eye-catching as soon as she appeared, with a small hip-wrapped dress and a small quilted shoulder bag from the GG Marmont series.

Just like the style shown in her circle of friends, it is elegant, extravagant and fashionable.

She had seen Yan Yibing's photo before, so she immediately fixed on Yan Yibing.

She walked over, sat down naturally and generously, and smiled lightly: "Sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road."

Yan Yibing put down his phone and smiled.

He knew that Leng Yinyue was late on purpose, and this was also a way to test the other party during the blind date.

But Yan Yibing was really not interested in her, so being late was a bit annoying.

But he still asked politely, "What would you like to drink?"

Leng Yinyue glanced at the menu, and complained: "Although this restaurant has a good reputation, the coffee beans are still mixed. It's not as pure as I drink at a store in Cayman."

Yan Yibing smiled, "Oh."

While Leng Yinyue was choosing coffee, he secretly glanced at Han Mo from the corner of his eye.

Han Mo barely moved his position, even the coffee on the table was no longer steaming, he lowered his head, not knowing what he was doing.

Leng Yinyue raised her head: "I want the classic Blue Mountain, no sugar added, I'm quitting sugar recently."

Yan Yibing rang the bell to call the waiter and ordered a glass of Blue Mountain for Leng Yinyue.

Leng Yinyue straightened her body, put her forearms on the table, and said reservedly: "You are a little prettier than I imagined."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows: "Thank you."

Leng Yinyue waited for a while, and when she realized that Yan Yibing didn't intend to compliment her, her face sank a bit.

In fact, she is not very satisfied with Yan Yibing's job, because e-sports is a profession that eats youth, and she can't imagine what e-sports players can do after the age of 30.

But Yan Yi Bing has grown in her aesthetics, with a good face and long legs, and it is said that he is very famous, at least those who play games call him a master.

"My mother said that you have a good temper, you never quarrel with others, and you are more patient." Leng Yinyue probed.

The corner of Yan Yibing's mouth twitched: "Generally, you should have a good temper with fans. After all, the team needs support. Be strict with your teammates, and you don't have much patience."

Leng Yinyue: "Then how do you treat your girlfriend?"

Yan Yibing glanced at Han Mo again, and said casually, "I haven't talked about a girlfriend, so I don't know."

Leng Yinyue: "I know you gamers often have to compete and are very busy, but if you are in a relationship, can you spare time to live in a world of two?"

Yan Yibing took a sip of his coffee and moistened his mouth: "How much time?"

Leng Yinyue: "I like equestrianism, I also like playing golf, and occasionally practice shooting. I hope my boyfriend has as many hobbies as I do. If not, at least he is willing to learn."

Yan Yibing drooped his almond-shaped eyes, his thin eyelids trembled, and his lips curled up: "Sorry, we train for at least eight hours a day, plus eating and sleeping to replay the match schedule, so we really don't have much time to develop other hobbies."

Leng Yinyue was a little disappointed: "That means you don't intend to compromise for love?"

Yan Yibing: "I'm young, so I always put my career first."

He thought to himself, what do I have to do with you? I have to compromise for you.

Leng Yinyue glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and asked, "Who have you been looking at? I always feel that you are a little absent-minded, as if you are in a hurry to leave."

Yan Yibing paused, immediately looked away, and said vaguely, "It's nothing, an acquaintance."

Leng Yinyue's eyes fell on Han Mo.

Han Mo looked extremely impatient, his brows were frowning, and his face was cold, which was out of tune with the slow pace here.

However, although this man had a cold face, he was very handsome, and he was not in the same style as Yan Yibing's delicate and delicate.

Leng Yinyue stared at it for a moment, then smiled: "I understand, you can call him over."

Yan Yibing: "?"

Yan Yibing was puzzled: "What did I ask him to do?"

Leng Yinyue: "He's sitting there alone and can't hear, and he's bored."

Yan Yibing frowned: "Why should I let him hear it?"

Leng Yinyue waved directly, and said in Han Mo's direction, "Handsome guy, come here."

Yan Yibing was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and quickly reached out to stop her: "Don't, I don't know him well!"

In a hurry, he grabbed Leng Yinyue's wrist.

This was what Han Mo looked up and saw. Yan Yibing held the woman's hand so tightly that his upper body left the chair.

His eyes fell firmly on Yan Yibing's hand, his eyes were deep, his fingers unconsciously pressed hard, until the nails turned white.

Han Mo pushed away the coffee on the table, stood up, stretched his long legs, and actually walked towards Yan Yibing.

His eyes slid from Yan Yibing's white fingers all the way to the neck covered by the silk shirt, his eyelids trembled, and he sneered: "What a coincidence, Bingshen."

Yan Yibing closed his eyes and retracted his hand, feeling a little headache.

He said stiffly, "Why is Captain Han here?"

Leng Yinyue couldn't help chuckling: "Stop pretending, both of you, I've already seen it."

Yan Yibing was speechless, thinking what did you see?

Seeing the enmity between the two of us, Han Mo's eyes want to kill me?

Leng Yinyue: "Since all your friends are here, I also asked my little sister to come and sit down. She has been waiting for a long time, and has been anxious not to hear. For a blind date, everyone will ask friends to help find it, which is normal."

Yan Yibing: "..."

You are really mistaken.

"Blind date." Han Mo muttered softly, and then sat down beside Yan Yi Bing unceremoniously, "Ice God is more or less my master, and I also want to see what my future master will look like."

Yan Yibing frowned, and shouted slightly threateningly: "Han Mo."

He was really angry.

Even if Han Mo hated him and wanted to humiliate him, he would still score occasions. Now that there are outsiders, there is no need for outsiders to embarrass him.

Han Mo glanced at Yan Yi Bing, and said calmly, "That's the tone you're talking to me."

Yan Yibing: "???"

Hearing Han Mo's tone, there was a bit of grievance in his indifference.

Han Mo has nothing to be wronged, he is even more wronged when the blind date is interrupted!

Soon, a girl ran over from the other side of the coffee shop. While waving to Leng Yinyue, she said, "Why did you call me here? I told you not to disturb you. I'll just listen on my mobile phone."

Yan Yibing sneered secretly, it turned out that Leng Yinyue's cell phone had been on a call.

Leng Yinyue: "It's okay, he brought his friends too, let's just sit down and talk."

Yan Yibing sighed.

He was a foot away from Han Mo, but he still felt chilly around him.

Han Mo's hatred for him is getting stronger and stronger. Before, he could pretend on the surface, but now he doesn't even want to pretend.

Yan Yibing vaguely remembered the tube of scar cream.

He used it up a long time ago, but for some reason, he didn't throw it away, and it was still in the drawer.

Now he wondered, did Han Mo really buy that thing?

How can Han Mo be so kind?

The new girl was not polite at all, she sneaked a look at Han Mo, blushed, and then turned to Yan Yibing.

"Hey, it's not convenient for Yueyue to say something, so I'll say it for her."

"Yueyue is a very kind girl. She usually helps stray cats and dogs, so I hope you are a caring person and can help her do charity activities together."

Yan Yibing: "Sorry..."

Before he finished speaking, Han Mo said, "He is allergic to cat fur."

Yan Yibing was startled, and swallowed the rest of the words.

Han Mo knew about his problems better than his mother.

The girl frowned: "Then there's nothing I can do about it. Also, our Yueyue has been a little princess since she was a child, and she has a lot of habits. She is especially afraid of suffering, so you have to make sweet drinks for her when she has a cold."

Yan Yibing glanced down at the pure black coffee in front of Leng Yinyue, lost in thought.

Rubbing Yan Yibing's coffee cup with his fingers, Han Mo said slowly, "I advise you to go to the hospital if you have a cold, as he may not be able to survive if you take care of him."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He knew that Han Mo was referring to him taking cephalosporin and drinking alcohol.

But that was an accident. Under normal circumstances, he could still take the right medicine.

The girl was a little dissatisfied, pouted and said, "Yueyue has a bad waist because of practicing dancing, you'd better give her a massage, she likes to eat snacks, you have to remember to replenish her snack library at any time, these are all signs of loving her .”

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Is this love?"

He was puzzled for a moment.

Han Mo sneered, and said sarcastically, "Did Ice God remember that I have done all these things for you?"

Yan Yibing: "..."

He swallowed guiltily.

It really is.

Han Mo has done all these things for him actively or passively, now that he thinks about it, he is indeed a little too much, even an apprentice can't do it like that.

Leng Yinyue said angrily to her best friend, "Honey, you make me look so delicate when you say that."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows.

squeamish?

Oh, so he is called squeamish.

After drinking a cup of coffee, Leng Yinyue asked, "Mr. Yan, what do you think of me?"

Han Mo kept staring at Yan Yi Bing, Yan Yi Bing's back felt cold.

Yan Yibing smiled gently, and said kindly: "Miss Leng, you are excellent and very beautiful, of course I like it, but well, I can't meet your requirements, the team is busy with training, and maybe I don't have time to accompany you, so... …”

He could only politely refuse.

Leng Yinyue is not his type in all aspects, and he can't control it.

Leng Yinyue: "Understood, I also think that we are not a good match in all aspects. I don't know your hobbies, and you don't know mine. Let's see, my sister and I still have something to do, shall we AA?"

Yan Yibing stopped him: "How can I make you spend money, I'll come, you are busy."

He also knew in his heart that the blind date failed again, and he would be nagged by his mother again when he went back.

Leng Yinyue didn't refuse, nodded, and left with her best friend on her arm.

The two whispered quietly, not knowing what they were talking about.

As soon as Leng Yinyue left, Yan Yibing's face turned cold.

He said to Han Mo: "Captain Han has finished watching the excitement, why don't you leave?"

Han Mo's eyelids drooped slightly, he raised his hand, pinched Yan Yibing's cup, and took a long gulp.

Yan Yibing's eyelids twitched.

This is his cup, the one he drank from just now, the place where Han Mo's lips were pursed was the place he touched.

He hesitated to remind him, but he still decided to forget it.

What he drank was not poisonous, and when we got along well before, everyone would drink each other's drinks casually.

Han Mo put down the coffee cup, and the tip of his tongue brushed his lower lip, as if he was reminiscing about that taste.

After a long while, he lazily raised his eyes, and suddenly moved closer, staring straight at Yan Yibing's lips.

That lip was moistened by coffee, it was bright red, and the lips were slightly raised. Because of the owner's sullenness, the lip line was slightly wrinkled, and the lips were tightly closed.

Han Mo smiled, casually, but it seemed that every sound could oppress a person's nerves.

His voice is low and the ending is sharp: "I didn't realize before that this mouth can speak so sweetly."

Yan Yibing looked back at him, his almond-shaped eyes were raised, and the tails of his eyes were slightly folded, the pulse in his neck was beating rapidly, and the blood was rushing up.

He was a little out of breath in the close-fitting suit, and the silk shirt was lying on the neckline, and he began to feel hot.

He opened his mouth and asked calmly, "What do you mean?"

But he seemed to already know what Han Mo meant.

Han Mo squinted his eyes, and the rough overalls stuck to Yan Yibing's custom-made trousers. He said meaningfully: "Bingshen, is Yu C having a good time?"

The author has something to say: Han Mo: Ice God likes it, you can continue to play in the future.

Yan Yibing: ...no more playing.