dissatisfied [e-sports]

In the end, it was Song Tang who sent Han Mo out.

The two came to the Zero youth training camp together and trained together for more than half a year.

Later Song Tang stayed and Han Mo left.

Although the relationship between the two teams is tense now, they can be regarded as ordinary friends outside the team.

When he walked to the door, Song Tang's expression was still very bad.

It was too much for Han Mo to insult Yan Yi Bing in public, and what happened back then could not be slapped.

He couldn't help but said: "Han Mo, in all fairness, you've had a good time leaving Zero, you've become the captain directly, and your annual salary is over [-] million, and you surpassed the captain's points in eight years in two years, what's wrong with you? The captain is already patient enough with you, don't push yourself!"

Han Mo stopped in his tracks and sneered, but he didn't bother to explain, instead he took out 100 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it to Song Tang.

Song Tang snorted coldly, glanced at his pockets, and said sullenly, "Come on, you want to bribe me with 100 yuan? Ice God is my captain, you are a fart!"

Han Mo glanced at him, and said bluntly, "Go buy a tube of scar removal cream for Yan Yibing, scars are ugly."

The scar on Yan Yibing's hand just formed a scab, so he just applied the scar removal cream.

How can a person who is so delicate that he would die even if he takes blood in a medical examination tube, bear the scars on his hands that he cares about the most.

But that person has absolutely no common sense in removing scars.

The corner of Song Tang's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but said irritablely, "Are you sick? It's normal for a man to have some scars. Besides, our captain has nothing to do with you, right? You're acting funny now?"

Han Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and rubbed his thumb against his wrist bone. After a while, he spoke with a cold tone: "Even if he is injured, it can only be caused by me, and no one else deserves it."

Song Tang couldn't help but let out a "bah": "Our captain asked the branch to be scratched, you go and pull the weeping willow upside down, you idiot."

Han Mo looked at him with the eyes of an idiot: "It's just you who believe it."

Song Tang frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It's boring."

The car sent by the Prince club was waiting at the door. The driver saw Han Mo and quickly opened the door for him.

Han Mo bowed his waist and got in.

Song Tang stood at the door of the club, put his hands in his pockets, and touched the 100 yuan bill.

Brand new, with a crunchy sound.

He thought of how Yan Yibing was scolded by the team doctor for sticking six Band-Aids on his wound, and suddenly he felt a little uncertain.

Not made by branches?

Is it necessary for the captain to lie to them? Han Mo has been gone for two years, he knows what the hell!

Han Mo sat in the back row of the car, glanced at the familiar gate of the Zero base from the corner of his eye, and was in a daze for a moment.

He spread out his palm, stroked the heavy little golden gun carefully, then slowly closed his fingers, couldn't help but raised it to the wing of his nose, and took a light sniff.

Aloe vera has faded.

"Huh..." The water in the basin was splashed and rattled.

Yan Yibing rubbed his face vigorously, water drops dripped into the basin, and the slender eyelashes were wet and curled together.

His sleeves were not rolled high enough, and the water in his palms slid down his white wrists, wetting his cuffs.

He frowned, shook his sleeves, and the water from his chin slid down his Adam's apple to his chest.

Team manager Sun Tianjiao stood next to Yan Yibing holding the public opinion report, pursing her lips carefully.

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

Sun Tianjiao's real name is Sun Tianjiao, a tough guy who was given high hopes, but at the beginning the police station registered his name wrongly, a letter difference, 20 years of bitter history.

Yan Yibing shook his head, took a tissue and wiped his face.

He was so strong that his nose was rubbed red.

"Looking for me?" Yan Yibing raised his eyes, pursed his lips, and returned to his lazy appearance.

Sun Tianjiao bumped Yan Yibing's arm with his shoulder, and the report in his hand trembled: "It wasn't an important list at first, but it was overtaken after all. The fans are very aggrieved. You haven't broadcast live for a long time. Go up and comfort me." They chant, ancestor~"

After speaking, Sun Tianjiao blinked her right eye.

Yan Yibing frowned: "Don't disgust me, I'm very straight."

Sun Tianjiao rolled her eyes and continued to pester him persistently: "There are also those barrage coaches who almost scolded the club to death today, saying that our coaches care about one thing at the expense of another, and delay your earning points. The coaches are so big."

"Oh, that's fine, the fans still care about me." Yan Yibing licked the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

Sun Tianjiao pushed the plain glasses and made up the knife: "Heh, you think they didn't scold you? The forum scolded your mother and didn't even know her."

Yan Yibing walked out of the bathroom and went to the training room: "It's good that my mother doesn't know me, she has only one bad thing in her life, so let me go on a blind date."

Sun Tianjiao asked curiously, "Hey, that university teacher failed again and again last time?"

"...People quit when they heard that I was playing games. I didn't even have time to say how many apartments I own." Yan Yibing said sadly.

Sun Tianjiao tsk: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk... miserable."

Yan Yibing: "...Oh."

In the evening, Yan Yibing boarded the Zero official live broadcast room after a long absence.

He didn't use his own account, but asked Sun Tianjiao for an account with less than a thousand points.

Fans are not abused to watch the live broadcast, they prefer to watch their favorite players play every day, professional players usually have a lot of training intensity, and commercial live broadcasts generally don’t want to be so brain-intensive, so they all choose low-end fried fish games.

Yan Yibing scratched his hair, and tucked the long hair behind his ears: "Here I am, Coach Danmaku and my dear girls."

In the live broadcast room, netizens who prefer to give advice from the perspective of God are dubbed barrage coaches.

Generally, professional players are very annoyed by barrage coaches. The better these people are, the harder they spray. If you ask him to show off twice, he will report you as insulting.

But Yan Yibing didn't bother them.

Years of service experience told him that the harder you spray, the more real you feel, and the more real you spend, the more money you spend.

Who has trouble with money.

As soon as the camera was turned on, Yan Yibing raised his eyes and adjusted the earphones to the screen.

Fans immediately felt the shock of appearance.

[I couldn't help but roar, what a face! 】

【Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow 】

【Is this face worthy of a spaceship, rich and noble sisters? 】

[Ice God will try to wear rabbit ears next time, I will scan four spaceships! 】

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, rolled his eyes, and said casually: "Wait a minute, I'll change my skin, a more handsome one, you guys like it."

He is the favorite e-sports player on the live broadcast platform. He has a good temper, is gentle, knows how to do business, and seems to be always calm and not going to explode.

Therefore, the platform would rather give 10% of the profit to sign a contract with him.

Yan Yibing changed into the skin that female fans liked, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip of mineral water.

The packaging of the mineral water has been torn off, and the other party did not pay for the advertisement.

The fans swiped the screen very fast, Yan Yibing glanced at the bullet screen assistant, and answered the fans' questions by the way.

[Brother, we're not good-looking anchors, you didn't say anything when you passed the scoreboard? 】

Yan Yibing glanced at it, and said lightly, "Why, why don't I kneel down for everyone on the spot?"

【How do you feel when you are overwhelmed by Han Mo?When will super come back? 】

Yan Yibing screwed on the bottle cap: "It doesn't affect my mood, I don't plan to surpass it, that list is outdated."

【Is it true that you broke with Hanshen? Is his operation intentional? Are you going to endure it? 】

Yan Yibing's eyelids trembled, and he looked away: "Let's just take the island map, jumping to R City, let me see the route."

Meanwhile, in the Prince club.

Commander Xiao Nuo persuaded Hanmo: "Captain, the fans in Chaohua have celebrated for you for a day, why don't you live broadcast once to give back to the fans."

Han Mo played with the small golden gun in his hand, dazed for a moment: "The exhibition race is about to start, I don't have time."

The league will hold a PUBG exhibition match every two years, and invite major domestic teams to participate. Although it is under the banner of 'friendship first, match second', each team is against each other. Every year, the exhibition match is a large-scale match between fans. on site.

The fans took it seriously, and the players didn't dare to slack off. They have already practiced extra in the past two days.

Xiao Nuo: "Just one, just one, at least you have become the number one in the standings, you have to show it."

Although Han Mo is the captain of Prince, Xiao Nuo takes care of all the big and small matters of the team, and Xiao Nuo is much more considerate than him.

Han Mo frowned, put away the little golden gun, and logged into the game anyway.

He is not used to communicating with fans during the live broadcast, and the barrage assistant does not open.

The fans swiped the screen to congratulate, but he didn't see a word of the rainbow fart.

He went directly to the trumpet he had made public - momotwo.

"Have fun on the island, I'm busy recently, see you at the exhibition game."

He didn't dawdle, and he didn't bother to change the skin, he directly logged into the game and quickly matched it.

The game of frying fish was too childish for a master who stood at the top of the professional circle, Han Mo didn't take it seriously at all.

In another live broadcast room, Yan Yibing landed in R City.

At least ten people who landed in R city at the same time.

His room was refreshed and unfriendly, and he only touched a Thompson submachine gun. He was just about to change rooms when footsteps sounded outside.

Yan Yibing paused.

The other party entered the room, and the footsteps suddenly disappeared. Obviously, the other party also noticed that there was someone here and was observing.

"Oh, I didn't have a good gun either."

Yan Yibing seemed annoyed, but in fact there was a casual smile on his face all the time.

He jumped out of the window with the gun in hand, reached the door quickly, and knocked the man down from behind his ass.

"Tsk, S686, you scared me to death."

[This man-machine?Too weak! 】

[Rounds with less than [-] points are not all weak chickens, stop frying fish, and play high-end rounds on Bingshen's tuba. 】

【Is this the legendary killing a chicken with a sledgehammer? 】

【S686 was fucked to death by Thomson, so awesome, even the footsteps of jumping out of the house can't be heard, but still dare to jump into R city, I'm afraid it's not a wise person. 】

Yan Yibing envied that the gun he picked up had high damage, but he didn't lick that person's bag at all.

It's already a game of abuse, so it's too boring not to increase the difficulty for yourself.

He took this Thomson and wandered around R City.

The only advantage of this weapon is the high magazine capacity. After walking half a circle in R City, he took out four people, and Yan Yibing drank a bottle of drink.

His round was a scourge circle, and the lap distance was not short. Yan Yibing was looking for a car while aiming at the barrage.

After looking at it twice, he was slightly taken aback and frowned.

The barrage was overwhelmed by a piece of explosive news.

[Fuck, brothers and sisters, am I blind? You never think that Ice God and Hangou are in the same game! 】

[? ? ?Hangou is also live? 】

[Day, really, the shrinking circles are exactly the same, Hanshen is in the air-raid shelter! 】

[The circle of destiny of the cold dog, the circle of scourge of the ice god, even the map bullies us! 】

[It's so exciting, I love Shura Field! 】

[ICE support me! 】

The calm smile on Yan Yibing's face gradually faded away.

Fortunately, he is used to watching bullet screens, otherwise he would be easily taken over by Han Mo if he continued to hang around like this.

Fans in the live broadcast room soon discovered that Yan Yibing's rhythm had changed.

[Fuck, Ice God dumped Thomson, equipped with a 98K [-]x lens! 】

【Stock and silencer are also attached! 】

[Second-level head and third-level clothes, he must have watched the barrage, this man is serious! 】

[I'm on fire! 98K plus sprayers, this is the rhythm of playing professional games! 】

Yan Yibing's eyelids were deeply folded, and his rosy lips were tightly drawn.

After ten kills, he ran laps again.

Not far away is the air-raid shelter that is always refreshed in the center of the circle.

Yan Yibing rolled his Adam's apple slightly, leaned on the hillside, loaded the chamber slowly, and opened the magnifying glass.

The little beast is still in the air-raid shelter?

It may not be there, the air-raid shelter is relatively empty, and there is no good equipment.

But he thought about it again, he was too lazy to pick up a gun and search the house, and Han Mo must be the same.

It has always been the circle of destiny, and the little beast is quite boring to play.

Yan Yibing took a magnifying glass and scanned around carefully, before he could read the map.

next second.

boom!

A bullet hit him, and a small tube of blood immediately flowed down.

Fortunately, he has a third-level suit, so the damage is not too big.

Yan Yibing reacted quickly, and quickly retreated down the slope. Several bullets exploded behind him, missing him.

He was keenly aware of the flickering human head among the bushes in the distance.

Yan Yibing jumped forward, did not turn on the camera, adjusted to grab the position, and directly moved the target to hit it.

As soon as the green mist appeared, the opponent dodged behind the tree, as if he was seriously injured, and was about to spray medicine.

Yan Yibing narrowed his eyes and rushed over.

Seeing that the distance was almost the same, he changed his sprayer and went up to confront the opponent.

As expected of a sprayer, he was invincible in melee combat, and Yan Yibing sprayed his opponent with half blood.

[qwertyuiop killed momotwo with a U686 shotgun]

Yan Yibing's live broadcast room was boiling!

[Hahahahahahahahahaha!Your ice daddy will always be your ice daddy! 】

[Is the cold dog crying?Is the cold dog still crazy? Prince fans continue to celebrate. 】

[Tsk tsk, during the day, the manuscript is bragging, but at night, it is taught to be a human being. I hope Hangouren is okay. 】

[Brothers are hoping for a project. 】

Seeing the dimmed screen, Han Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.

He sideways turned to Xiao Nuo and said, "Who is this garbled code? The consciousness operation is good, and you can avoid my gun. Let the youth training camp contact you."

Nowadays, every team is in short supply and urgently needs talents, and Prince is no exception.

Xiao Nuo was also stunned.

He thought that at Han Mo's level, eating chicken would be appropriate, and he would be done after coaxing the fans.

Unexpectedly, I lost.

It's normal to lose, and it's impossible for professional players to win in a live broadcast.

But losing to an unnamed gibberish with less than a thousand points is a bit unreasonable.

"Wait, captain, look at the barrage."

Only then did Han Mo turn on the barrage assistant.

Prince fans are anxious.

[Cold God!Yan Yibing is in this game ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 】

[Fucking cold god, you two are about to bump into each other! 】

[Wake up the cold god Nima!Change to a good gun!The opponent's 98K increased spray! 】

[Open barrage every day, damn it! 】

[Hey, my husband was killed. 】

[Zero fans are climaxing again, this is so fucking hurt. 】

[Grandma's leg in the youth training camp, the garbled code is the ice god, you were taught by others back then. 】

[I quickly contributed to the Douban social death group. 】

"Yan Yibing." Han Mo looked at the barrage and read lightly.

Smoking is prohibited on the live streaming platform, so Han Mo reached out and touched a mint.

He peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed the candy in his mouth.

Sweet and spicy, just like that guy.

His eyes were dark, the tip of his tongue was against the candy, and with a push of his teeth, he easily crushed it and swallowed it into his stomach.

Beautifully packaged candies are like pampered flesh, the stronger the temper, the sweeter the bite.

"My master, it's normal to kill me."

Fans were horrified to find that Han Mo raised the corners of his lips for the first time in the live broadcast.

The author has something to say:

Han Mo: My master still has sweetness in his mouth, so he can't help biting.