dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing looked at Song Tang's righteous indignation, smiled, and narrowed his almond eyes slightly: "How long ago did it happen, thank you for your hard work."

Song Tang said helplessly: "Captain, you're just too hard-spoken and soft-hearted. It's fine if we don't make a practice match with them. There's nothing we can't overcome this difficulty."

Xu Rui was reminded by Song Tang, and hurriedly said: "That's right, we will definitely win against them."

Fu Haifeng didn't speak, but he obviously agreed with what Song Tang and Xu Rui said.

Yan Yibing was silent for a few seconds, raised his hand to stop the physical therapist's movement, got off the bed, pulled off his collar, and said briefly: "Okay, listen to me, and prepare for the practice match on Friday."

After that, he pressed his neck and left the physical therapy room expressionlessly.

Song Tang watched Yan Yibing leave and sighed slightly.

Xu Rui looked at Song Tang and said, "I don't think the captain really cares. Forget it, it saves us from studying the video."

Fu Haifeng snorted and said, "What do you know? He is the captain. Don't look at him laughing and joking. He is nice to everyone, but he never gave himself the right to be willful."

Song Tang murmured: "Yes, Han Mo has given a step, the captain will definitely agree, he just can't bear us to take the trouble."

Song Tang cursed in a low voice, took out his phone and sent a private message to Han Mo.

His tone was quite blunt, with a blunt sentence——

"You're fucking awesome."

Soon, Han Mo replied with a "?".

Han Mo's WeChat profile picture is a black cat with a pair of brown eyes.

The cat was standing on the balcony, its eyes were tightly closed, its brows were furrowed, and it showed a cold and arrogant attitude ready to pounce.

Song Tang and him were still asking about Yan Yibing's hand injury in the last chat.

But Han Mo didn't tell him.

Song Tang quickly typed a line: "Don't pretend to be confused, you understand very well. You just rely on the captain to soften your heart to you sooner or later, so you have to make progress. It was an exhibition match back then, and it is now."

The reason why Prince and Zero had such a quarrel was all because of Han Mo, why should he say that it's okay to reconcile now?

The WeChat interface showed that it was typing, and I waited for a while.

Han Mo: "Did you mention an exhibition match to him?"

Song Tang: "Why, you also know that you don't have the face to mention it?"

Song Tang: "You want to go on like this without even saying an apology, the captain deserves to be humiliated by you?"

Song Tang: "Our captain agreed because of the interests of the team, but don't think that the previous things don't exist anymore. If he didn't protect you, do you think you can play the game smoothly and become the cold god?" Song Tang suddenly I sent a bunch of them, and I didn't expect Han Mo to reply him anything.

He understood Han Mo's dog temper, so he just wanted to vent his dissatisfaction.

As a result, Han Mo quickly replied with three words——

"I know."

Song Tang originally typed hundreds of insults and sarcasm in trash talk, but when he saw these three words, he shrank instantly.

He raised his gun and wanted to fight the enemy, but the enemy surrendered?

boring.

No, this is the fucking Han Mo he knew?

Han Mo threw the phone on the bed, Ren Songtang scolded.

He raised his hand and took off his long-sleeved sweater, revealing his tight and flexible abdominal muscles.

At his age, he was in good health and full of energy.

Every inch of the body is very beautiful, just take a picture and it will be posted on the model website.

Han Mo walked into the bathroom, raised his hand and turned on the shower switch.

The slightly cool water poured on him mercilessly, his body felt the low temperature, and naturally tensed up, and the muscle lines on his arms appeared and disappeared as he wiped his face.

Han Mo opened his eyes, calmly feeling the temperature of the water from cold to warm, and his body temperature gradually recovered.

He raised his hand and glanced at the Band-Aid that Yan Yibing had put on him.

He deliberately wrapped the plastic wrap around to ensure that the water would not soak the band-aid, because the edge of the band-aid seemed to still have the touch of Yan Yibing's fingertips.

He was reluctant, it would be difficult for him to have a chance to touch his hand again.

It's a pity that no matter how carefully protected it is, it is difficult to seal the imprint of that night.

The water flow gradually penetrated the plastic wrap, and the band-aid tape was finally unbearably damp.

It didn't take long for the tape to no longer stick to the human skin, and his wound was already covered with white, and it was easy to breed bacteria if it was pasted on.

He had to take the Band-Aid off after taking a shower.

Han Mo took a deep breath, and bit his cheek hard, the stinging pain calmed him down.

At the beginning when the supervisor said "Ice God will not be held accountable", Han Mo knew that Yan Yibing was protecting him.

Although it was just an exhibition match, humiliating the opponent would have a bad impact, at least they would have to be named and punished on major public platforms.

If it really gets out, it will be a black spot in his career forever.

In fact, what he did was to give Yan Yibing a chance to fight back.

He felt that it was normal for Yan Yibing to retaliate against him, and he was willing to bear it.

Because some parts of his body seemed to be programmed to self-destruct, the program told him that he must pay the price for hurting this person.

But nothing happened.

In the practice match on Friday, CNG opened a custom server. Without too much nonsense, more than a dozen teams entered the quality square one by one.

After waiting for a hundred seconds, Yu Yan turned on the microphone and said with a smile, "A screenshot has been taken, a historic scene."

From his angle of view, he could just see Yan Yi Bing and Han Mo across the lawn.

CNG Lu Jianghe: "Screenshot +1, the same frame as the century."

AX Chen Yan: "Screenshot, why are you like melon-eating people in universities who incite others to confess their love? You have no experience."

Foxhunting Fang Rui: "Same screenshot, I've been looking for it for a long time."

AX Chen Chi: "You trash, I've already posted on Weibo."

Yu Yan: "Heh, Dad posted on Moments a second earlier, don't choose a jumping point, give Dad a thumbs up."

Yan Yibing: "You guys are free."

In fact, the practice match is not as serious as the official match. The most you can do is to get familiar with the hand feel and experience the feeling of competing with each other on the same map in advance.

Some teams even turned on the public mic the whole time, and the knocked out people were still shaking and chatting in place.

In City Y, Chen Zefeng killed Xu Rui with a thunderbolt.

Seeing the ID prefixed with Zero, Chen Zefeng couldn't stop turning on the mic and said, "I'm almost moved to tears, so I won't say much, just a friend for life."

The next second, Song Tang shot him down on the roof: "My friends are going to die together."

Chen Zefeng ran out of blood: "...Deputy Song is really angry, be careful our captain is holding a gun."

Song Tang: "Hehe, he's the one waiting for you."

But he quickly changed positions in the next second to prevent Han Mo from knocking him down.

Hiding in a corner, Song Tang drank a few bottles of drinks.

Mo Bei shot through the window in the corner of Song Tang's shelter, and a Molotov bottle flew over.

"Brother Song Tang, don't run away, brother has been waiting for you for a long time."

Fu Haifeng threw a smoke bomb to help Song Tang escape, and then fired a burst of fire to force Mo Bei away.

"Your brother has no medicine, no vehicles, why don't you slip?"

Xiao Nuo: "Let's go! The vehicle has been controlled by Zero, run away!"

Mo Bei gritted his teeth, threw off Fu Haifeng and Song Tang and ran away.

He didn't dare to turn on the public mic anymore, as soon as the direction of the voice was revealed, he would be dead.

In this practice match, AX ate chicken.

But in fact, it doesn't matter who eats chicken, they care more about the process.

That night, there were ten practice matches, and every team had their moments of excellence.

Although no one wants to admit it verbally, tonight's practice match is the most complete lineup in domestic e-sports, and the players are comfortable.

Even Prince and Zero's crew are comfortable.

Don't look at them usually fighting each other's yin and yang, but in private, no one has any hatred, and they are very sure of each other's level, and occasionally they even sit down at the same table.After finishing all the practice matches, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

CNG Lu Jianghe: "Come here brothers, our team went to supper, we are too hungry."

AX Chen Chi: "Go, let's go, my brother is also down, my hands are sore."

Yan Yibing: "Are you okay?"

AX Chen Chi: "It's okay, it's normal, just massage for a while."

Yan Yibing: "Don't practice too crazy, give up the PCL championship to Zero."

AX Chen Chi: "Get out! After PCL, everyone is fine, use the cruise ticket given by the alliance, let's go out and play together."

CNG Yu Yan: "Look at my girlfriend."

Yan Yibing: "Wake up, ex-girlfriend."

CNG Yu Yan: "Father won't educate you for a few days, are you going to rebel?"

Yan Yibing: "You idiot."

Fox hunting Fang Rui: "Bye bye, I'm going to bed, I'm going to see my mother-in-law tomorrow."

Song Tang: "???"

Xiao Nuo: "???"

CNG Lu Jianghe: "???"

Fox hunting Fang Rui: "Fuck, mother-in-law, she's gone."

Yan Yibing lazily leaned back on the bed after talking in the group.

Fans gave him a big pillow that was as tall as a person. Although it usually took up half of his bed, it was quite comfortable to lean on at critical times.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Yan Yibing had nothing to do, so he turned to Moments.

Sure enough, someone from each team posted a picture of the moment when he and Han Mo ID appeared at the same time.

The professional players are all fast hands, and they like it quickly. Each circle of friends has no less than [-] to [-] likes.

Yan Yibing looked at it for a few seconds, then complained in a low voice, "A bunch of idlers."

However, he glanced casually and found that in the likes column, there was a head portrait of a black cat with yellow eyes.

Yan Yibing: "?"

He went to see a few circles of friends who posted screenshots.

Among the dozens of likes, there are black cats with yellow eyes.

Yan Yibing couldn't believe it, and returned to the group of professional league players to find Han Mo's profile picture.

That's right, Han Mo used this kind of dark profile picture in the whole league.

But when did Han Mo like to join in the fun so much?

He was confused when his phone vibrated.

The yellow-eyed black cat sent him a WeChat message.

[Little beast: I cut my arm, is there a Band-Aid? 】

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows lightly, stared at the WeChat interface for a moment, and moved his fingers.

[ICE: Prince's team doctor has left collectively? 】

Han Mo replied quickly.

[Little beast: Not at the club, but at home. 】

Home, that is, Yan Yibing's neighborhood.

[ICE: I'm in a club, let's find a store by myself. 】

[Little beast: At two o'clock in the morning, the store is closed. 】

[ICE: Make good use of takeaway. 】

[Little beast: I feel sorry for the delivery guy who takes the order at night. 】

[ICE:? ? ?Never mind quantum mechanics. 】

[Little beast: I'll go find you, but if I don't go up, give me a Band-Aid. 】

Yan Yibing sat up and frowned.

[ICE: The wound is deep? 】

Han Mo looked at the small scratch on his arm, without changing his expression——

[Little beast: It's okay, but don't post it for fear of infection. 】

[ICE:  …]

[Little beast: I'm going out, so I won't disturb you, just take it and leave. 】

[ICE: Fuck? 】

Originally, Yan Yibing regretted it a bit, and felt that the remarks he made to Han Mo were very childish.

Now he has no regrets at all.

Another 20 minutes later, Yan Yibing was drinking oat milk before going to bed, when his phone vibrated again.

[Little beast: I'm here. 】

Yan Yibing looked at this wechat message, and scratched his hair in frustration, which made his curly hair even more messy.

What's wrong with Han Mo, even the time it takes to drive to him is enough to find ten 24H convenience stores.

Yan Yibing put down the oat milk, opened the drawer, and glanced at the band-aids he bought that night.

He paid for the Band-Aid, and naturally he kept the rest.

He thought this box of Band-Aids would stay in his drawer and turn to ashes, but he didn't expect to be able to use it again so soon.

But it's okay, at least it won't be a waste for Han Mo.

After thinking about it, Yan Yibing picked up a box of Band-Aids, put on a sweater coat, and went out.

The hall was quiet, the other contestants were busy sleeping, and the man on duty at the door also fell asleep lying on the table.

Yan Yibing didn't want to disturb others, so he tiptoedly unlocked the lock, opened the door, and then tiptoedly closed the door.

It was still a little cold at night, so he took a deep breath of the frosty and foggy air and looked around.

Not far away, a black figure stood quietly by the tree.

Han Mo has a good figure and is tall, leaning against a tree, the streetlights are slanted down, and the shadows of the branches tremble and mottle on his body.

It's like a landscape painting.

Yan Yibing squinted his eyes for a moment and had to admit that the older Han Mo grew up, the better he became.

Purely from a male point of view, probably many people would envy Han Mo's appearance.

Yan Yibing reached out and shook the band-aid in his hand.

"Come and get it."

Han Mo pulled his lower lip, hit the tree trunk with his body, and stood up straight with the counterforce, instantly gaining another section of height.

He walked towards Yan Yi Bing with big strides, walked up four steps, and left one step to look into Yan Yi Bing's eyes.

"Thanks, Ice God."

Yan Yibing sized him up, then raised his chin: "Where's the wound?"

Han Mo paused for a moment, his eyes flickered, and then he lifted his sleeves to expose his arms.

With the light of the light and the gentle moonlight, Yan Yibing saw a thin trace.

There were blood streaks on the scratches, which seemed to be blood streaks. After all, it was dark and he couldn't see clearly.

only......

Yan Yibing was expressionless: "Wouldn't it freeze if you came later?"

Han Mo is not guilty: "The automatic pencil draws, I am afraid it may be poisonous."

Yan Yibing was amused.

Professional players like them usually don't even bother to touch gel pens and return pencils.

Over the years, his fonts have degraded so much that he can't see them.

So Yan Yibing poked at the gate of life: "What, Hanshen wants to take the college entrance examination?"

Han Mo's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "Practice calligraphy."

Yan Yibing didn't bother to poke him, so he stuffed the Band-Aid into his arms: "Okay, let's go back."

Han Mo's eyes trembled slightly, his eyelids drooped, and even his expression softened a lot: "Please post it for me, it's not convenient for my hands."

Yan Yibing's eyes fell on his arm, it was indeed inconvenient to use one hand.

No matter how Han Mo got hurt, it had nothing to do with him.

But since all the band-aids are given away, I don't care about posting more.

"Stretch out."

Yan Yibing took out the small box, pulled out another one, tore off the adhesive film, and stuck the Band-Aid on Han Mo's arm.

When he posted it, he had to get closer, lower his head, and breathe shallowly.

Han Mo smelled a sweet smell of oat milk.

The smell diffused into the air and lingered in his nostrils.

He stared at Yan Yibing's delicate side face under the moonlight and the messy hair hanging on his earlobe, and couldn't help it, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

The author has something to say: Han Mo: There, sweet, he likes to drink milk.

Yan Yibing: I'm sorry no one understands.