dissatisfied [e-sports]

As soon as Han Mo's knife was retracted, Liang's mother immediately got up from the ground. She didn't care to pat the dirt on her body, and glared at Yan Yi Bing angrily.

But due to Han Mo's presence, she didn't dare to say anything, and retreated to the place where the light was on while staring.

Yan Yibing sighed, "Auntie, I'll ask Liang Hefeng to pick you up."

Liang's mother obviously came here without telling her son, she pouted her neck and said calmly: "No need!"

Seeing that Han Mo didn't make any next move, Liang's mother ran away in a hurry.

He ran in a panic, his hair was blown like a roll of rotten grass by the wind.

Yan Yibing was stunned for a long while before realizing that his actions were a bit weird.

Han Mo squatted, he hugged Han Mo's back, kneeling on the ground on one knee, as if... as if waiting for Han Mo to carry him.

He cursed secretly in his heart, then released his hands from Han Mo's arms, and slowly pulled them back from both sides of Han Mo's body.

Yan Yibing pushed himself on the ground, stood up, coughed lightly, and whispered, "Why do you keep everything in your pocket?"

Han Mo's overalls are really not for nothing, they look like Doraemon's pockets.

As soon as Yan Yibing left, a gust of cool wind swept across Han Mo's back, he pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, then stood up from the ground, and put the key chain back into his pocket.

The long squatting posture made his calf a little numb, and the blood rushed into the blood vessels for a while, and the soreness and pain made Han Mo frown.

But he didn't say a word, his eyes dropped to Yan Yibing's left hand.

He just exploded it just now, but he didn't expect that Yan Yibing's hand injury was really worth it.

Yan Yibing clenched his fists uncomfortably, and wanted to put his hands in his pockets, but his suit was a fake pocket, he tried twice without success, and then let it go without embarrassment.

He licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and explained to himself: "The mother of my buddy for more than ten years, used to be very good to me, but I have some mental problems in the past two years, I still have to call him .”

Han Mo snorted coldly.

Yan Yibing touched the tip of his nose, feeling that it was unnecessary for him to say this.

He lowered his head, took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed a number. Just as he was about to dial, Han Mo suddenly called out.

"As expected of a good buddy, he can recite phone numbers."

Yan Yibing frowned, and while dialing the phone, he muttered, "What's the problem, I can also recite your phone number."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and waited intently for the answer.

Han Mo was stunned because of this, not knowing how to react for a while.

They hadn't had any contact for almost two years, and Yan Yibing blocked him mercilessly.So even in this situation, Yan Yibing still remembered his phone number?

No, it means that when he was at Zero, Yan Yibing memorized his phone number?

Han Mo felt a little dry in his heart, and the numbness in his legs was no longer his concern.

He stared at Yan Yibing's side face, watching his curled eyelashes fluttering with the blink of his eyes under the dim light.

Is this person really caring or just has a good memory?

Liang Hefeng got connected, and his tone was a little surprised: "Ayan, I never thought you could call me."

The surroundings are too quiet, so Han Mo can hear what Han Mo said on the phone.

Yan Yibing's voice was very slow, a little helpless: "Auntie came to look for me again, I..." He took a peek at Han Mo, and then said softly, "I don't know my friend, he's a bit fierce, you go pick him up." Let her go."

fierce?

Han Mo raised his eyebrows.

What was he called fierce just now?

Seeing that crazy woman was old, he was almost ready to reason with her calmly.

The knife was only one finger long, and usually cut an orange at most, but Yan Yibing thought he was so fierce.

Liang Hefeng was silent for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice: "My mother is going to trouble you again, I'm sorry, Ah Yan, I can't control her, you know, my mother is from a small city, she is very fancy about the weaving, originally She was not very willing when I played e-sports, and then I didn’t play well, so she couldn’t stand me retiring and doing live broadcasts.”

Yan Yibing felt a little sad, and pretended to be cheerful: "It's okay, what kind of friendship is there between us, you can pick her up, don't be in danger."

He was ready to hang up.

It is enough to be benevolent enough to explain what should be explained.

He and Liang Hefeng do have a good relationship, they have been classmates since junior high school, Liang Hefeng is like a silly bodyguard, following behind him every day.

But then... People grow up, there are always changes.

He always feels that the friendship is still very good, but it's not the same as before, and he can't say anything.

Liang Hefeng said eagerly, "We haven't been in touch for a long time. Do you have time? Come to my live broadcast room to double row. I'm doing very well in live broadcast now."

Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment: "Okay, I have time."

Liang Hefeng's reputation can't be compared with their popular professional players. He can bring a lot of attention to Liang Hefeng once he goes there.

"You have a fart time, PCL isn't beating anymore?" Han Mo's voice was cold, piercing him mercilessly.

Yan Yibing: "..."

Liang Hefeng on the other side of the phone heard it, he was silent for a moment, and said with a smile: "There are other people around me, it sounds familiar."

Yan Yibing said vaguely, "It's that..."

Liang Hefeng: "Prince's captain, Han Mo?"

"Ah."

Now that he was heard, Yan Yibing didn't intend to hide it.

Prince's captain, Han Mo, came into contact with PUBG at the age of sixteen or seventeen. He received an invitation from the top wealthy team Zero just a few months after he played. He has been in Zero for less than half a year, and has been regarded by the industry as a rare e-sports star in ten years. The light of hope after Yan Yibing.

After leaving Zero, many people lamented that he wasted his talent and wasted his life. As a result, he turned and went to Prince, another giant, and was directly appointed by Prince as the captain and signed with a high salary.

Since then, Han Mo has become the biggest threat to Zero. At that time, everyone who played e-sports complained that Zero was blind and let Han Mo go.

So a genius has the right to be willful and squandered.

Liang Hefeng smiled wryly: "I didn't expect you to still be in touch. I forgot about the fact that professional players are going to play PCL. If you don't have time, forget it."

Yan Yibing said in a low voice, "After PCL, tell me before the live broadcast that we'll be duos."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone hastily.

He was afraid that what Han Mo would say would irritate Liang Hefeng.

Han Mo glanced at him, turned around and left, and said, "It seems that I'm meddling in other people's business, you two have such a good relationship, you are still willing to double row with someone if your mother slaps your hand."

Yan Yibing quickly followed up: "What's the matter with you, I'll just row with him once. When you were in the youth training before, didn't I double row with you less often? I didn't bring you traffic?"

After speaking, Yan Yibing felt a little awkward again.

Why does he look like a stupid straight man who coaxes a jealous girlfriend now.

No, it's outrageous for Han Mo to be jealous, they're all men, and it's such a trivial matter as double row.

And he had never been in a double row with Liang Hefeng.

He was late to the game, but he made rapid progress. After he got used to it, Liang Hefeng couldn't keep up with him.

When he was young, he was really ignorant, and his thoughts were not careful. He just wanted to compete with more powerful people and compete for points.

At that time, scoring high points had no special meaning to him, just like trying to get No.1 in the final exam.

Later, when he became a little more mature, Han Mo came to the youth training camp.

He and Han Mo are the most when they are in duo. Han Mo is very smart, and he can quickly accept it with a little guidance.

Playing games with Han Mo is very smooth, and the cooperation is also tacit, he is willing to take him with him.

Han Mo let out a light "Oh".

The unbalance in my heart was slightly satisfied.

He believed that Yi Bing was telling the truth.

Yan Yibing is such a proud person, how can he be paired with a chicken.

"Hand, show me." Yan Yibing whispered behind him.Han Mo paused, subconsciously pressed the back of his right hand.

Just when he was shaking off the mad woman's entanglement, the man's pointed nails scratched the back of his hand.

Yan Yibing probably saw it.

Yan Yibing didn't wait for him to agree, she reached out and grabbed his right arm, and looked at the back of his hand under the dim street light.

The back of Han Mo's hand was scratched, but there didn't seem to be much blood. It seemed that after so long, the blood had dried.

That leaves a bit of a blur for now.

If Han Mo hadn't stopped him just now, the injury would have been on his hands.

Yan Yibing rolled his Adam's apple, frowned and said, "Does this injury need a tetanus?"

Han Mo narrowed his eyes: "Do you know what tetanus is for?"

Yan Yibing shook his head very calmly.

Han Mo gave up saving his ability to take care of himself: "A band-aid is fine, it's okay if you don't have it, you can get better by yourself."

So Yan Yibing took Han Mo to a small shop near the neighborhood, searched around and bought a box of Scary.

It's been an amazing day today.

The two people who were at odds with each other and entangled in grievances actually squeezed together in the aisle of the small store, shopping together, and then rushing to pay.

Seeing that the two of them look good, the boss couldn't help but chat: "Actors?"

Recently, there have been a lot of scouting activities in Modu, looking for good-looking boys to sign up as trainees.

The entrance of the boss's store is a small commercial street, and there are many people coming and going. He has seen many handsome guys being stopped by people.

Yan Yibing didn't raise his eyelids: "No."

He tore off the wrapper of the Band-Aid.

It's too dark outside, so it's a little brighter in the store, and there are no people there, so the two of them won't get in the way.

The boss said again: "Oh, college students."

Yan Yibing paused: "Dropped out of school, didn't go in."

Both he and Han Mo couldn't help playing e-sports, and couldn't find time to go to school at all.

The boss is a little sad.

She looks so clean and handsome, she doesn't even go to school anymore.

It doesn't look like the family has no money to go to school, maybe it's because of poor studies.

He couldn't help but use the tone of someone who came here to say: "It's not good if you don't go to school, you still have to study, otherwise will you be able to find a good job in the future, if you can't find a good job, you won't have a girlfriend to follow, the little girl nowadays is not just looking at her face gone."

Han Mo: "I don't need a girlfriend."

Yan Yibing: "Then make do with the man."

The two answered at the same time, Yan Yibing was taken aback.

"Why don't you need a girlfriend?"

No, Han Mo's reaction to such a boring topic is outrageous.

Didn't this person always treat strangers like air?

Han Mo frowned: "Who do you want to make do with?"

Yan Yibing: "...Just say it casually."

It wasn't that he had failed several blind dates, he was really frustrated, and when his boss brought up his sadness, he couldn't help but say that it was okay to have a relationship with a man.

Han Mo: "Oh."

Yan Yibing blinked, he felt that Han Mo hadn't answered his question yet.

But he didn't ask again.

Most of the boys at this age are in the second grade, and Han Mo is probably full of world champions now, so he won't be in a hurry to find a girlfriend in the future.

Yan Yibing took out a band-aid, and used the compress in the middle to measure Han Mo's wound.

He was caught with a small piece of skin, but it was not particularly serious.

Yan Yibing carefully tore off one side of the film, put the pad on Han Mo's wound, and then carefully pasted the tape.

During this period, he had to touch the back of Han Mo's hand, and then use his fingertips to press the tape down.

Han Mo lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Yi Bing.

Yan Yibing was slightly shorter than him, with delicate eyebrows and delicate outlines, beautiful almond-shaped eyes drooping, with shallow creases on the belts of the eyes, not narrow and long at the end of the eyes, thick and curled eyelashes.

His hair was a little longer and tied at the back of his head casually, but he didn't look feminine at all, just very clean and tidy.

He puts on the Band-Aid as seriously as he touches the keyboard, and his fingers are nimble, flexible and slender.

Han Mo's mouth was dry.

The boss joked: "You two brothers have such a good relationship."

Han Mo instinctively retorted: "It's not buddy."

Yan Yibing paused and laughed dumbfoundedly: "Well, we have a grudge, and we have a temporary truce today."

Han Mo frowned, he was about to say that he didn't mean that, but the phone rang suddenly.

Yan Yibing had already let go of his hand, and was rubbing the torn film naturally, looking for places to throw it away.

Han Mo looked at the caller ID and picked it up anyway.

At this time...Chen Zefeng should be at the live event.

"Is something wrong?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Chen Zefeng yelled.

"Fucking captain, do you know that that shemale little wild cat bought the account on Xianyu, and you said he was not angry, he wrote in Xianyu's introduction that this account has your steam friends, and then asked for 5 Yuan!"

"This was just notified by the water friend in the live broadcast room. I saw it was true. Now many people are asking for the price! Damn, this shemale is so wicked, I have to find out which team he is from!"

Yan Yibing: "..."

have to.

It's not over yet.

Han Mo glanced at Yan Yi Bing meaningfully, and then said indifferently, "Is it sold?"

Chen Zefeng: "There are friends who want to buy it. I told them not to buy it. You quickly deleted the friend. I was so mad. You can't let them make this money!"

Han Mo said earnestly: "This account has a high rank, has skin, and my friend, [-] is considered a conscientious purchase."

Chen Zefeng was dumbfounded: "Brother, are you still praising his conscience? How can we have any conscience when he pretends to be a girl fan? Bah, it's a disgrace to the professional league, and he deceived my feelings!"

Yan Yibing couldn't help coughing a few times.

He was ashamed to listen.

If the aisle was not narrow and Han Mo blocked the door, he would have slipped away long ago.

How lucky is he to be able to hang something on a salted fish even without doing any advertisements.

Han Mo said indifferently: "Do me a favor, go to Xianyu and buy this number, and I will transfer the money to you later."

Yan Yibing: "???"

Chen Zefeng: "Why did you buy it?"

Han Mo's words were heavy, and he said every word: "The voice is so beautiful, I bought it as a souvenir."

Yan Yibing's eyelids twitched, and the roots of his ears felt hot.

Hold.

He didn't dare to argue for himself, this feeling was too uncomfortable.

Han Mo hung up the phone, looked at Yan Yi Bing, and sincerely suggested, "Or Ice God will sell it to me right now?"

The author has something to say: Yan Yibing: Okay, please transfer the [-].

Han Mo: What are you talking about, how much did you sell yourself for?