dissatisfied [e-sports]

With the coffee, Yan Yibing is not in a hurry to go back.

He peeled off the straw, inserted it into the cup, and took a deep sip.

Cool and sweet, the aroma of coffee mixed with the softness of ice cream touched the taste buds together, Yan Yibing squinted his eyes in satisfaction, like a cat.

Han Mo didn't drink, he walked to the door, pressed the switch, and the light bulb suddenly turned on.

A hot yellowish halo illuminated the whole room, literally the whole room.

Because the space is really falling, there is nowhere to hide in any corner.

Yan Yibing sat on the sofa and frowned.

The decoration is too simple, if he didn't know the basic salary of the team leader, he would have thought that Han Mo would have no money after buying the house.

"You live in this house by yourself?"

Han Mo went to the sink to wash his hands, and threw the used light bulb and packing box in the trash can.

"if not."

Yan Yibing said bluntly: "It's too simple, there is nothing."

Han Mo: "Enough."

Yan Yibing bit the straw lightly, his eyelids trembled.

Also, how much personal life can a person who spends most of the day gaming have?

In fact, he really wanted to know if Han Mo had any other relatives, such as his father.

But Han Mo never mentioned it, maybe he passed away too.

For some reason, Yan Yibing suddenly felt that this sip of coffee was a bit bitter.

He hurriedly used a straw to mash the ice cream that floated on top, so that the ice cream mixed with the coffee.

Han Mo's eyes fell on his chest, his eyes darkened, and he said hoarsely: "The clothes are dirty."

Yan Yibing was stunned, and it took him a while to realize that he was referring to himself.

Yan Yibing looked down and found two gray marks on his chest.

Just now when he hugged Han Mo's leg, his clothes accidentally touched his heels and got dirty.

Yan Yibing frowned, and trembled: "Oh, it's okay, I don't plan to ask for it anyway, I'll go back and throw it away."

He was going to finish his Snowtop coffee and leave.

I just went back to take a shower, and I didn't care about the dirt.

Han Mo stared at the dirty mark with extremely hot eyes, and after a while, he said calmly, "I have new short sleeves, I'll bring you one."

Yan Yibing quickly waved his hands: "No need, this one is not worth much. It has been worn for a long time, so I don't feel bad about throwing it away."

"I'll get it for you." Han Mo was firm, turned and went upstairs.

His staircase is also very simple, not designed as a European-style spiral, nor is it a Chinese-style stable and elegant brown, it is a simple, undecorated white steps and white handrails, like ordinary stairs in any public facility.

Soon, the lights on the second floor illuminated a few steps, and Yan Yibing faintly heard the sound of turning things over.

The sound of turning over things stopped, and Han Mo also came down. He was holding a packing bag in his hand, and through the transparent bag, one could see that the clothes inside were neatly folded.

Han Mo walked up to him, tore open the package, and took out the short sleeves.

"It's a gift from the brand, but it's pure black without a logo, so it won't affect you."

Most of Han Mo's clothes are in dark colors, but Yan Yibing prefers warm colors and rarely wears black.

Worried that Yan Yibing would not wear it, he also explained very clearly that even if the clothes were kept, it would not cause dissatisfaction with Zero's sponsors, because it really couldn't tell which one it belonged to.

But Yan Yibing probably won't stay.

Yan Yibing took the clothes and muttered, "They said no."

The clothes were indeed new, hadn't been opened, and still had a faint smell of new clothes.

Han Mo's clothes are one size bigger than his, but they won't look too exaggerated.

Han Mo: "You change it, I'll go up..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yibing had already tore off his fat white short sleeves.

Han Mo: "!!!"

Yan Yibing looked thin, but his body was not thin.

After all, he is only 25 years old, has a fast metabolism, and can maintain a good figure without much exercise.

But he rarely sees the sun, so he is very fair, his neck, chest, and lower abdomen are almost the same color.

Maybe the chest is a little whiter.

Just outside, Yan Yibing was wearing a bath towel, showing only the tip of the iceberg, but at this moment, Han Mo was caught off guard and saw the whole thing.

Han Mo felt that his blood was about to boil, and his face, which had always been as cold as ice, couldn't help turning red and hot. The sofa, people, environment, lighting, everything was fine.

What a perfect crime scene, if he was a brute.

Han Mo took a hard bite of his cheek, and the smell of blood slowly overflowed, and the tip of his tongue was so sweet that it was so salty.

Hold.

Because he cherishes it too much, he can't be an animal in front of Yan Yibing, but he can't take his eyes away either.

How could a boy be raised so delicate, unscathed from his fingertips to his hair, confident and strong, with a smooth life, like a white swan proudly shaking its feathers in a clear lake.

Although Yan Yibing has a small temper and many problems, he is not annoying at all, on the contrary, he is very cute.

Nobody can dislike him.

He was loved and hated.

Yan Yibing shook the black short sleeves, put them on his head, stretched out his arms, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and the hem of the short sleeves naturally drooped down.

It was rare for him to wear pure black, and he looked left and right subconsciously, worried that it wouldn't fit.

Han Mo slightly raised his eyebrows.

Yan Yibing's skin is fair, and he looks even whiter when he wears black. His whole body looks like a peanut kernel peeled off, beautiful and delicious.

"Thank you, anyway, it's a gift from the brand, so I won't return it to you." Yan Yibing was not hypocritical at all, anyway, this dress is not important to Han Mo.

He casually balled up his dirty clothes into a ball, ready to throw it in the trash can at the door.

Han Mo stretched out his hand: "Give it to me, I'll throw it for you."

Yan Yibing paused slightly, frowned and said, "No need, I'll just throw it away when I get home."

Han Mo insisted: "It's enough to bother you, I'll help you, and send the ladder back for you by the way."

"Oh." Yan Yibing almost forgot about the ladder, he really didn't want to move it.

A cup of Xueding coffee was drunk very quickly, and there was a sound of sucking and sucking from the straw.

Yan Yibing shook and threw the empty cup into the trash can.

Han Mo handed him another cup: "Take it away and drink it, and send you back."

Yan Yibing lowered his eyelids, stared at Han Mo's hand and smiled: "You've been so polite recently, I'm still not used to it."

Han Mo said lightly: "Well, people always have to keep learning, if the method is not right, change the method."

Yan Yibing asked curiously, "What are you studying?"

Han Mo looked at Yan Yibing's face for a moment, then said slowly, "Learn to be a man."

Yan Yibing: "Huh?"

Are all 19-year-olds so deep now?

He thought about it, the things Han Mo did to him before were occasionally quite inhuman.

Han Mo reflected on himself, felt that it was a bit too much at the beginning?

In fact, he also had something wrong, Yan Yibing felt a little ashamed.

But while ashamed, he was also relieved that even though Han Mo was no longer in Zero, he could still learn from him.

He is worthy of being Han Mo's master.

Yan Yibing faintly felt that his image had grown tall again.

Han Mo didn't know what Yan Yibing was suddenly proud of, so he had to dismantle the ladder, fold it up, hold it in his hand, and whispered to Yan Yibing, "Let's go."

They went out and walked back the same way.

Yan Yibing pointed to the side of the road: "Recyclable trash can."

"Yeah." Han Mo didn't even look at it, "Throw it away when you get back."

Yan Yibing wanted to ask the difference between throwing it now and throwing it later, but he felt that he was talking too much nonsense, so he stopped asking.

At the door of Yan's house.

Han Mo still didn't enter the door, and stood neither far nor near, as if hiding in the night.

He handed the ladder to Yan Yibing, waved his hand, turned and left.

Yan Yibing carried the ladder in one hand and coffee in the other, and walked slowly into the house.

He sent the ladder back to the basement and walked up the stairs.

When she walked into the living room, Yan's mother turned her head and glanced: "Hey, did you go out after taking a shower?"

Yan Yibing leaned against the railing, lowered his eyes, and replied lazily, "I haven't washed it yet."

Yan's mother frowned: "You went out without washing, when did you lose your cleanliness?"

Yan Yibing: "Oh, I have something to do, let's not talk about it, I'm going upstairs."

Yan's mother caught sight of the Xueding coffee in his hand, and snorted, "What's the matter? Buying junk food behind my back."

Yan Yibing silently hid Xueding Coffee behind his back: "I'm going to take a shower."

Yan's mother casually said: "The clothes are pretty."

Yan Yibing paused, rubbed his stomach uncomfortably, grabbed the corner of his T-shirt, and muttered, "I think so too."

Yan's father raised his head from the code, and said lightly: "By the way, it seems that you have a cruise ticket sent home. I put it in your room. Take a look."

Yan Yibing remembered: "Ah, yes, I'm going to go out for seven days in a while, and I'm going to Japan. Is there anything I need to buy?"

Yan's mother's eyes lit up, and she raised her head excitedly: "Qiaodou sack, I will send you the list tomorrow!"

Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment, and said tactfully: "...I feel sorry for your son, and the rice cooker and toilet cover are fine."

Yan's mother smiled elegantly and solemnly, like a spring breeze: "Mom needs a stove here."

Yan Yibing said sincerely, "Goodbye, Mom."

In the empty living room, Han Mo didn't turn on the lights.

He leaned back on the sofa, his eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness.

Just now, there was another person's temperature here, but now he is the only one left.

It's so deserted.

Han Mo closed his eyes, and slowly raised his dirty white T-shirt.

He buried his face in his T-shirt, and couldn't help but took a deep breath.

There was Yan Yibing's breath on the clothes, sweet, gentle, and blood-boiling breath.

He was lying to Yi Bing when he said that he wanted to throw it away, how could he throw it away, he wanted to keep all his things.

Han Mo exerted a little force on his fingers, gripping the T-shirt tightly.

His cheeks were warm and his mouth was dry, but he was greedy and unwilling to leave the clothes.

He still doesn't know how to express his feelings for Yan Yibing.

He complained about Yi Bing's ruthlessness, even if Yan Yi Bing gave him a little nostalgia and reluctance, he was willing to give everything for the team's reputation and Yan Yi Bing's principles.

Yan Yibing could take his life.

But there is no tenderness, no helplessness, no struggle, only the cold word "roll".

This made him feel that the years he had spent together were in vain.

Not only that, but he also lost his mother.

He stood beside his mother's bed, exhausted physically and mentally and at a loss.

20 yuan is only enough money for one treatment. After that, he can only use methods that Yan Yi Bing doesn't like to raise money again and again, becoming farther and farther away from his goal.

He knew he had fallen into a whirlpool, but he couldn't save himself.

It was his mother who finally freed him.

Han's mother was in so much pain that she couldn't sleep. In the hospital ward, the two of them looked at each other silently, only the moonlight enveloped the window gently.

Mother Han smiled weakly: "Mom is dead, okay?"

She wasn't venting her emotions hysterically, but was discussing with Han Mo very gently.

She regards 17-year-old Han Mo as an adult who can decide everything.

Han Mo hasn't fully grown yet, and his cold and handsome face still has a youthful look.

He bit his lip hard and shook his head.

A patient fell asleep in the next bed, so Han Mo didn't dare to speak loudly.

He just paused word by word, gritted his teeth and said, "No."

Mother Han raised her hand and gently stroked his hair.

In the darkness, Han Mo couldn't see whether she was crying or not.

Han's mother said softly: "I want to live the rest of my life quietly and comfortably, and I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore. I remember you said that you wanted to go to the PGC Global Finals. Mom will accompany you, okay?"

Han Mo resisted choking, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't watch."

Mother Han turned her face away, looked at the silent night sky outside the window, and said softly: "The meaning of life does not lie in the length, everyone has to sleep sooner or later, why bother to stick to one year or two. When I was young, I thought, life is so long, how can it be There are so many things to do, I like flowers, and I want to open a flower shop in the future, and I have done it. I like the bustling city, and I want to gain a foothold in the city, so I also live here. I want to have A baby, so that when the child goes to primary school, others will think that I am the child’s older sister, and I did it too. You see, I have no regrets in my life.”

Han Mo held her hand, tears dripping down on the white sheets of the hospital, he also hoped that his mother could not see whether he had tears in his eyes or not.

Han Mo comforted her: "Mom, wait for me, I will succeed."

Han's mother's rough and cracked fingers attached to the back of Han Mo's hand due to the influence of the medicine.

Her son was so young, with warm palms, tight backs, and strong fingers.

He could have had a bright and brilliant future.

Could have.

Mother Han moved her back.

Lying flat for a long time made her back feel like a pinprick pain, and she had to change her position frequently to relieve it a little.

"Mom's life is already perfect, but yours is just beginning, you shouldn't have a bad start. Listen to Han Mo, we have been destined for 17 years, and I will remember every detail of these years , because it is all I have. But you still have decades of life to go through, you can’t fall here, you go and beg your captain, as long as you sincerely admit your mistake, he will let you go back.”

Han Mo shook his head lightly: "No, he is a competent captain and an excellent professional player. In his eyes, I can't tolerate these things I did."

Mother Han sighed regretfully.

"You don't hold grudges against anyone, nobody owes us anything, they are all right, especially your captain, you often read him to me, I know, he is a very good man, a very good player, it is you Your role model is your idol. He must be too angry to say that about you. You can't transfer your emotions to innocent people. Momo, it will be happier to be a kind and tolerant person. Maybe you won't be able to do it in a short time. I understand, but sooner or later I will understand. Don't hurt the one you love, or you will regret it."

Han Mo knew in his heart that his mother was always thinking of him, and was afraid that he would speak out against Yi Bing, or that he would make a fool of himself.

But in fact, he really had nothing to do with Yan Yi Bing, he even felt guilty, even so, he was not willing to touch Yan Yi Bing.

He has a sincere and passionate admiration for his master.

Han Mo murmured: "Thank you."

When Mother Han saw that he had listened, she smiled in relief.

"I won't say things like implicating you, because I think from another perspective, even if I go to jail, I will find a way to save you. It's my mother who doesn't want to suffer anymore, and my mother wants to give up. My mother is not strong enough, not brave enough, no I am really sorry for the perseverance to fight the disease to the end."

Han Mo had a splitting headache, his stomach was churning, and he whispered with chattering teeth, "Don't leave me alone."

Mother Han hooked his fingers, and said playfully and seriously: "Life is so long, you won't be alone all the time, there will always be someone willing to accompany you, you have to wait."

Han Mo raised his eyes, only to realize that Yan Yibing's clothes were wet with tears.

His Adam's apple rolled, the ends of his hair hung down the corners of his eyes, and his handsome jaw was tensed.

He couldn't wait any longer.

This person can't just wait.

He wanted him, wanted him like crazy.

From the moment Yan Yibing stepped into the room, the defense in his heart had completely failed against him.

The author has something to say: Han Mo: After owning him, I hated his clothes.