dissatisfied [e-sports]

As soon as Yan Yibing arrived home, Yan's mother dragged her to the small study.

Father Yan, who was still reading in the small study, was driven out of the door pitifully, and ran to the living room with the bulky law textbooks in his arms.

Yan's mother looked excited, and said anxiously: "How about the blind date? I am so satisfied with that girl, I think you are very suitable for each other. I went shopping with her mother these two days and found that our tastes are very similar. If you two become , You don’t need to take care of the house decoration in the future.”

The corners of Yan Yibing's mouth twitched, he couldn't bear to tell his mother that it was over, so he said vaguely: "That's it, the atmosphere is...not bad."

Anyway, I said goodbye politely.

Yan's mother: "Did Xiao Leng ask when you will meet next time? She likes outdoor sports, so don't stay at home too often, go out with her when you have time."

Yan Yibing's eyelids were battling, and his head was hanging down: "Didn't ask me."

Yan's mother thought for a moment, then nodded: "You're right if you didn't ask, girls are reserved, you should ask others." She wanted to say something else, but seeing Yan Yi Bing was stumbling around, she had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay. , you go to take a shower and go to sleep, with your routine, you will definitely be sick when you get old."

"Thank you, Mom!" Yan Yibing bowed gratefully, and quickly slipped back to his room.

He took off his suit and hung it up, took off his shirt and threw it in the laundry basket, then took his own towel and went into the bathroom.

The hairspray was a bit difficult to wash off, and it took him a long time to rinse it under the running water before it gradually softened.

The warm water slid down his skin, gradually taking away the coolness from his body.

He squeezed some shampoo, rubbed it on his hair and scratched it. Then, with his head full of foam, he began to think about what happened today.

Hanmo...

I didn't expect that they would still have the time to walk home together.

And Han Mo protected him today, even though he was a big man, it was impossible for him to be hurt by Liang's mother, but at that moment, Yan Yibing admitted that he was a little moved.

All the hard work spent on Han Mo back then was not in vain as he imagined.

The bubbles were washed away by the water, and accidentally flowed into the corner of the eye, a hot and sour tingling hit, Yan Yi Bing raised his head in a hurry, and poured water on the corner of the eye.

After washing for a long time, the shampoo in his eyes was washed clean. When he looked in the mirror, the corners of both eyes were red.

It was almost like crying.

Yan Yibing smiled.

He was back at the club the next day.

As soon as she showed her face, Sun Tianjiao, a workaholic, said to him with an excited face: "Ancestor! Salted fish is so damn good! The account of Little Wild Cat is sold!"

Yan Yibing looked calm: "..."

Sun Tianjiao beamed and said: "To be honest, the reputation of this number is not very good. I was afraid that I would not be able to sell it. Hey, don't say it. Yesterday, a fool didn't even talk about the price, so he took it directly. I gave it to him quickly. I'm afraid of the cold." Mo thought about deleting friends, anyway, when we sell this number, it’s fine.”

Yan Yibing's shame surged, and he was exhausted physically and mentally: "Okay, I'll go to practice first."

Sun Tianjiao sized him up and wondered, "Why don't you look excited at all? Although 5 yuan is nothing, it's better than smashing your hands."

Yan Yibing pushed the hand on his shoulder away: "Don't mention this matter after it's over, Prince has noticed it."

The most important thing is that Han Mo knows everything. They were too inexperienced back then, so they shouldn't be using the computer in the club to play.

Sun Tianjiao took out her mobile phone: "What's the matter, come on, come on, you read this post, and guess who the little wild cat is, laughing at me, they will never be able to guess in their lifetime."

Yan Yibing looked down, and there was a new post on the forum.

——Pick up, the true identity of the little wild cat!

[I believe that all high-level water friends can see that the moving target Tianxiu mini14 of Little Wild Cat was not played by luck, and when the bridge fee was charged, it turned left and went off the bridge. That is not the PCL theater. consensus!So I think the identity of the little wild cat is not that simple! 】

[Everyone listen to me, the little wild cat should be the game anchorwoman of the platform, the voice is quite like that one, Duo Meng!Duo Meng has always liked Han Mo, how normal is it for her to play a trumpet with Han Mo! 】

【Do you think Han Mo knows that the other party is not an ordinary water friend, and took her to browse the map the next day, is he also interested in Duo Meng! 】

【Hold!Absolutely, I really thought the little wild cat was a badass!Sometimes her operation is indeed a dish. 】

[That was intentional for Han Mo to take care of her, okay? How about Cai Han Mo take care of her?As for Han Mo, with that character, you can see when he has equipped others. 】

[Weakly said... Yan Yibing was given the quadruple mirror in the exhibition match. 】

[...Don't go upstairs upstairs, Yan Yi Bingnan's is out of the scope of the discussion. 】

[This Zero fan is here to eat melons, what's going on, the discussion is on our captain? 】

[Zero fans, stop coming to your father Han's territory to act wildly, just fucking your team captain is narrow-minded, and won't play with Prince every practice match. 】

[? ? ?Put your family fart, isn't it because your cold dog doesn't know how to respect teachers, and takes advantage of the loopholes in the game to humiliate the ice god?Huan Duo Meng, I think it is a human monster, your Hangou deserves to be deceived by a human monster! 】

【Wish Zero lands in PCL and become a box. 】

[I wish Prince the master of strokes. 】

Later, it directly evolved into a battle between Zero fans and Prince fans. Someone reported it to the moderator and banned the post.

Sun Tianjiao laughed and said, "I fought the landlord with Manager Prince yesterday, and their manager still complained about it. I was so suffocated that I almost threw out the four second bands and two kings."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

It turned out that Han Mo kept this matter from the team.

Sun Tianjiao let out a long breath, and rubbed the corners of her wrinkled eyes: "Oh, that's fine, how was your blind date, did it work this time?"

Yan Yibing said in mourning, "It didn't work."

Sun Tianjiao wasn't sympathetic at all: "That's good. I don't want you to fall in love and affect training. PCL is about to start. You should be busy and tell Xu Rui to hurry up. I think his condition has declined recently."

Yan Yibing said with disgust, "You really are a businessman through and through."

Sun Tianjiao proudly said: "If it weren't for me being a businessman through and through, Zero wouldn't be able to sign you back then, otherwise why do you think I can be this manager."

Yan Yibing rolled his apricot core eyes: "I'm screwed to death."

Sun Tianjiao: "What?"

Yan Yibing said indifferently, "It's okay."

He entered the training room, Xu Rui was drinking milk, and the computer hung up on the game interface.

Yan Yibing frowned: "Keep liquid food away from the computer, the team has no money to reimburse you for peripherals."

Xu Rui nodded quickly, and ran away with the milk.

Fu Haifeng pulled off the earphones and rubbed his wrists: "Captain, the competition system of this year is almost the same as that of Europe, America, Japan and South Korea, and the finals will be dozens of games."

In the past, the regular season of the PCL theater lasted [-] days, and the knockout round and the finals only lasted three days. The game was shorter and less consuming to the players. Although the luck bonus was a little bigger than the result, everyone was used to it.

But this year's reform, the finals have also increased to dozens of games, almost completely eliminating the factor of luck, but it is too exhausting for slightly older players.

Fu Haifeng is not young anymore, he is not as good as Yan Yibing, and he spends a lot of time training every day to maintain his condition.

This year, the burden has suddenly increased by nearly half, and he doesn't know if he can handle it.

Yan Yibing went over and patted him on the shoulder: "Everyone is the same, everyone should be tired." He turned to Xu Rui and said, "So you wake up for me, if you have nothing to do, ask the coach to review more games, and don't be lazy."

Xu Rui stuffed the bread into his mouth in twos and twos. He almost choked after drinking the milk. He scratched his neck and said, "Follow orders!"

Song Tang secretly glanced at Yan Yibing, feeling a little pained.

They were too disappointing, so the captain, who had already passed his peak, had to continue to play the leading role.

According to the current game rules, the captain never dared to jump into the big city, and he had to be cautious every time, trying to get more ranking points.

If they were stronger and allowed Yan Yibing to grab the head without any worries, then the title of God of Assault would not be given to Han Mo.

Song Tang said fiercely: "This time PCL, we must not lose to Han Mo! We can't let the captain do that kind of thing again!"

He clenched his fists and slammed the table violently, shaking the mineral water on the table.

The surface of the water was as surging as his heart.

Yan Yibing's little heart also trembled.

He frowned and looked at Song Tang, with a complicated expression on his face: "Can you explain clearly, those who don't know think I've gone out to sell."

Song Tang blushed and said in embarrassment, "That's not what I meant."

Yan Yibing waved his hand: "Okay, don't mention it, come to the fourth row."

They trained for a whole day, and Yan Yibing was so tired that his eyes were blurry, so they all went to the physiotherapy room for a massage.

Yan Yibing was lying on the bed, his neck was pinched and kneaded, the pain was so painful that he almost fell out of bed.

"Ah! Lightly lightly..."

Physiotherapist: "No, Bingshen, it won't open if you don't rub it hard. You have to be patient, and it will be comfortable tomorrow after you rub it."

It happened that Yan Yibing's phone vibrated.

The physical therapist glanced at it, and it was a number without a note.

He asked Yan Yibing: "Ice God, did I pick it up for you?"

Yan Yi said with a cold air, "Yes."

The physiotherapist put the bluetooth headset on for Yan Yibing, and then connected the call.

Just as Yan Yibing was about to ask someone, the physical therapist suddenly pressed his finger bones to the acupuncture points on his waist.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Ugh, take it easy...I can't take it anymore!"

He yelled as he gripped the sheets of the massage table with his fingers.

Fingernails rubbed against the sheets, making an ambiguous creaking sound.

Han Mo on the other side of the phone was silent.

He quietly listened to the rapid panting in the earphones, and An's unbearable sobbing mixed with the panting.

After the sobs, there was a faint apology from the strange man.

"I was wrong, please be gentle next time."

Han Mo gritted his teeth, an evil fire welling up in his heart.

Yan Yibing's temperless soft voice came over: "Hello... who is it?"

Han Mo: "Heh, yesterday he said he remembered my mobile phone number."

Yan Yibing shuddered and got up from the bed.

The physical therapist yelled: "Ice God! I haven't finished the massage yet!"

Yan Yibing scratched his hair irritably, and fished out the mobile phone that was on the shelf next to him.

At first glance, it was indeed Han Mo's phone number.

He just hasn't commented yet.

"Fuck, you're not finished, the physical therapist picked it up for me, I didn't look at the number!"

As he turned back, he jumped off the massage table.

His shoulders, waist, and body were in dull pain, as if he had been beaten, and he gasped in pain as he walked outside.

Han Mo: "I don't believe it. I'm not your friend for more than ten years. You don't even know how to recite my mobile phone number."

Yan Yibing frowned, and said irritably, "It's true if you don't believe me, is it interesting for me to lie to you?"

Han Mo: "I thought it was a good thing to disturb the Ice God. A massage is like calling a bed."

When Yan Yibing heard this, he was shocked: "I practiced for a day, and I can't massage anymore. Your massage is like calling for a bed, and the massage in your neighborhood is like calling for a bed!"

He had just finished speaking when he realized that Han Mo seemed to have moved to his community.

Fuck, it turned into scolding myself again.

Han Mo said indifferently: "Friday's practice match, let's go together."

Just as Yan Yibing walked outside the physiotherapy room and closed the door behind him, he was stunned.

After a while, he murmured, "Let's just...together."

In the physical therapy room, Xu Rui looked at Song Tang.

"Did the captain's blind date succeed? Wife came to check the post? I've never seen the captain so restless."

Song Tang frowned: "Then this woman is too sensitive, I don't like it."

Xu Rui: "It's no use if you don't like it, the captain will coax you into it."

Fu Haifeng snorted: "Just the captain's tone, you call this coaxing, I think it's the woman coaxing him."

The author has something to say: Han Mo: Ice God, come to 'massage'.

Yan Yibing: ...I heard that after a man is 25, his sexual desire will decrease. When will you be 25?

Han Mo: Five years later.

Yan Yibing: QAQ.