dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, but his face was still flushed.

Across the internet, he didn't blush no matter what, but offline, especially when Han Mo caught him, he couldn't take it anymore.

The clothes he was wearing today were not good either. The shirt inside was snow-white, which perfectly set off the red color on his neck, and it couldn't even cover the dim lights of the coffee shop.

Yan Yibing kept a straight face and refused to admit it: "I really don't know what Captain Han is talking about. Can you go or not? I'm going."

Han Mo blocked the way out tightly, and stretched out his long legs arrogantly, blocking any gaps that might slip away.

Even if Yan Yibing got under the table, he couldn't find a way out.

Han Mo lowered his eyes and smiled, his jet-black broken hair dangling in front of his eyes, shadowy and shadowy.

He said slowly: "Since it has nothing to do with Ice God, then I'll cut out the phrase "Brother Hanmo" and post it on Weibo. By the way, I will also post the location of the IP address. Maybe it's someone else in your team."

He retracted his legs, stood up lazily, and prepared to leave.

Yan Yibing panicked, subconsciously grabbed Han Mo's cuff.

The texture of the baseball uniform is good, soft and light, but Yan Yibing feels that it wears out.

He paused, took a deep breath, and let out a low cry: "Han Mo..."

Yan Yibing was ashamed while cursing in his heart, why didn't he know two years ago that such an innocent and well-behaved child would turn into the little beast he is now.

He couldn't ask for help, but if Han Mo really posted the video clips and IP address to Weibo, then he would be completely socially dead, and the prestige he had built in the e-sports circle over the years would be gone.

Han Mo actually had no intention of leaving at all, so he stopped when he felt a little resistance.

He looked sideways, and saw that Yan Yibing's earbones were completely red, and when the light shone on, the soft earlobes seemed to see through.

Yan Yibing's eyes were filled with shame, anger, helplessness, and irascibility, his cheeks were hot, his brows were furrowed, and the hair on his forehead was styled by hairspray, which could not conceal his embarrassment at all.

But it all adds up to something really cute.

Han Mo selfishly admired Yan Yibing's state for a long time, and when he had appreciated enough, he opened his mouth and said calmly: "Ice God admits it? In order to follow Prince's tactics, he did not hesitate to hit the rankings with a female account, and even called him brother in the game." .”

Yan Yibing withdrew his hand "whoosh".

So humiliating.

So, he covered the upper half of his face with his right hand, turned his head to the direction of the wall, and covered his ears.

He muffled: "What exactly do you want?"

Han Mo just made an inch, and while Yan Yi Bing couldn't see, he had a smile in his eyes, but his voice was frighteningly cold.

"Call me again, brother, and I will listen."

Yan Yibing felt that his blood was about to flow backwards.

As far as he could see, there was a jar of granulated sugar, which was chubby, smooth and smooth, and should be of good quality.

He was thinking, or just knock Han Mo unconscious and run away.

Unfortunately, just think about it.

Since he was a child, he had never even gotten into a fight. In this line of work, he has made no progress except for his mouth becoming a little bit more flirtatious.

But now he is not as coquettish as Han Mo.

Yan Yibing said depressedly: "Hanmo, I was barely considered your master before." So you should at least respect me a little bit, and don't say these dirty words to others, but to me.

Han Mo said calmly, "You also said it was before."

Yan Yibing murmured: "You hate me that much?"

He was still a little sour.

A person who used to be very good to you, but now wants to eat your flesh raw, it would be a little sad for anyone.

Han Mo was stunned for a moment, avoiding the question.

He said coldly: "Is it so difficult to call me brother? Bingshen, Captain, Master, I have never called you anything before, why can't you just give in when it's your turn?"

He just wanted to ask why it was so difficult to be nice to him.

Why can everyone be lenient, but he can't.

Even to Lei Ming, he was kinder than to him.

Yan Yibing's shoulders trembled slightly, and he remained silent.

He is older than Han Mo, it is normal for Han Mo to call him these things.

But let him call his apprentice brother, he can't say it no matter what.

Seeing him trembling with anger, Han Mo rubbed the knuckles of his index finger uncomfortably, and began to reflect on whether he had gone too far.

Yan Yibing was different from him.

Yan Yibing is a young master. He was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child. His parents doted on his teachers and praised him. After entering the professional circle, he immediately gained a wave of fans who blow rainbow farts. elder brother".

Unlike him, who bowed his head for many things and could trample his self-esteem in the dirt.

He's just, seeing him dressed up so nicely for a blind date, he's a little bit crazy because of jealousy.

Han Mo's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and just about to take back that sentence, he heard an inaudible "En En."

The coffee shop was not quiet, blues music was playing, and Yan Yibing's voice was too low, as if the moment just now was just an illusion.

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, his tone became softer unconsciously, and his voice also lowered: "What?"

Yan Yibing gritted his teeth in a panic, put down his hands, and stared at him with red eyes: "Brother, brother, let's go!"

He withdrew his gaze, and his slender eyelashes trembled twice quickly.

From then on, he couldn't lift his head up in front of Han Mo at all.

Han Mo's chest throbbed when he shouted, and he was a little dazed.

It's clearly two words of anger and ruthlessness, but it seems that it's not enough for him to savor it carefully.

He didn't expect that Yan Yibing could really shout out, because he wouldn't actually post the video clips on Weibo.

Yan Yibing raised his hand to call the waiter: "Pay the bill."

When the waiter heard the call, he immediately ran over holding the POS machine.

"Sir, your flat white, 73."

Yan Yibing raised his chin: "There is also the classic Blue Mountain from the girl opposite, together."

The waiter let out an "oh" and looked at Han Mo again: "This gentleman's is also..."

With a cold face, Yan Yi took out his credit card from his pocket: "I don't know him, he will pay for it himself."

Waiter: "...a total of one hundred and fifty."

Han Mo slightly hooked his lips, straightened his back, took out his wallet from his overalls, pulled out his credit card, took back Yan Yibing's card, and gave his own to the waiter.

"Together, I have a cup of hazelnut mocha."

Yan Yibing frowned: "I'll pay for it myself, there's no need for Captain Han."

Han Mo ignored her and said lazily, "Please go on a blind date."

Yan Yibing snorted and rolled his eyelids: "What does my blind date have to do with you?"

Han Mo said calmly, "It's my compensation for bullying you."

Yan Yibing: "..."

The waiter frantically swiped the money with Han Mo's credit card, and Yan Yibing didn't hold back anymore.

Anyway, he paid more for Han Mo's previous medical expenses, which is not bad.

Yan Yibing kicked Han Mo's shoe: "Rang Rang, I'm going home."

Han Mo made way for him, took back the receipt, and put it in his pocket together with the credit card.

Yan Yibing lowered his hair and posted a Weibo while walking.

@Zero言易冰: Heh, today is indeed the most unlucky day.

[How unlucky, tell everyone to make everyone happy. 】

[Bingbing should pay attention to the body, the season is changing recently!]

[Live broadcast, we will give you some gifts and you will not be unlucky. 】

[Come on PCL, come on PCL!How unlucky this is, I posted two Weibo posts in a row today. 】

【What am I talking about!Murphy's Law, Ice God! 】

With a cold face, Yan Yi blocked the one that said Murphy's Law.

The author has something to say: Yan Yibing: Is it so difficult to call me dad? Why don't you call me dad?

Han Mo: Dad.

Yan Yibing: Shit... this person has no bottom line.