dissatisfied [e-sports]

After beating Han Mo to death, Yan Yi went up to lick his bag.

Sure enough, as he thought, Han Mo didn't have any good equipment, an M16A4, a second-level head, a first-level suit, a few bottles of medicine, and a hundred rounds of ammunition.

He didn't even hesitate to pick it up.

It should be embarrassing enough for a pup to be killed by himself in the live broadcast.

Now I don't know how to curse him in my heart.

Yan Yibing twitched his lips lazily, and ran away with a shotgun.

The poisonous circle shrinks faster and faster, and those players who are hiding in the room have to take the lead.

For Yan Yibing, getting rid of them in seconds was as easy as brushing his teeth and washing his face.

After 5 minutes, the screen displays——

Winner winner, chicken dinner!

He glanced at the barrage assistant, Zero's fans were raving.

【ICE666, this wave is not for nothing. 】

[Finally just woke up, I love Ice God! 】

[Information from Hangou's live broadcast room, Hangou said, you are his master, it's normal to kill him. 】

Yan Yibing narrowed his eyes slightly.

Fans thought that Han Mo was just being modest, but only he knew that Han Mo was mocking him for being cold-blooded and ruthless.

It was the same when he drove Han Mo out of the Zero club back then, without showing any mercy.

Yan Yibing closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again, and tapped the mouse twice casually.

"I'm still young, ask Master to call me old, who will tell you to shut him up in the future."

[Hahahahaha who made you debut early. 】

[Don't look at our ICE age, but we are in good shape! 】

[Baby, you are not old, you are only 25, you will always be my mother's little baby! 】

[ICE, Han Mo is down, are you still driving? 】

Yan Yibing was taken aback.

He just hit it, is it still open?

It stands to reason that after a live broadcast, he should play for a while longer, but Han Mo stopped playing, and he suddenly lost that interest.

It's been a day of training, and I have encountered the bad thing of being overtaken in the standings, and I haven't had time to digest it yet.

"I just practiced in the simulator for three hours. I'm a little tired. Let's chat. As usual, you ask me to answer."

He left the chicken eating interface, leaned back on the gaming chair by himself, and crossed his legs loosely.

[Zero will participate in the league exhibition game, who will be duoing with? 】

There is a link in the exhibition match, which is to let the players disrupt the team and then form a lineup to play the game.

Yan Yibing: "Isn't it random? We can't choose."

【Who does ICE want to duo with? 】

Yan Yibing: "Anyone can do it, preferably not Yu Yan from CNG or Chen Chi from AX. I'm tired of playing practice matches with them every day."

【Ah, then there is only Prince's Han Mo left?It turns out that Bingshen wants to double row with Han Mo? 】

Yan Yibing was taken aback.

Because of his feud with Han Mo, Prince never made any practice matches with Zero, and he forgot about Han Mo.

He frowned: "There are so many teams in the league, so I have to choose among the four giants?"

He was just about to read the next question when Song Tang opened the door and walked in.

They don't pay that much attention when they broadcast live, and team members can be in the camera at will.

Song Tang got used to it too, walked up to him and glanced at the screen.

"Yo, good gods."

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the deputy team is here too!Two duos, I'll wait! 】

[Long time no see Tangtang!Mom misses you! 】

[No, is it appropriate for two professional players to broadcast live and not play games? Let ICE have another high-end game. 】

Yan Yibing raised his head, his apricot eyes were dark and bright, the outline of his jaw was smooth and delicate, and the skin of his neck was dazzlingly white under the light.

He asked Song Tang softly, "What's wrong?"

Song Tang pursed his lips, glanced at the bullet screen, and said softly, "Here is the scar cream for you. I checked it online, and it's just right to apply it now."

He pointed to the scar on the back of Yan Yi Bing's hand.

Yan Yibing was startled, and raised his hand to look: "No, this thing will still leave scars?"

Song Tang: "...If the wound is deep, it is very likely, you are too careless."

Yan Yibing took the scar removal ointment casually, and looked at it carefully: "It will work after you wipe it on? I thought it would be completely healed after the scab fell off."

Barrage--

[Real men still remove scars? ? ? 】

[Shut up, even a little flaw on ICE will affect your father's experience of watching the battle. 】

Song Tang took a deep breath and frowned slightly: "Captain, how did you get this wound?"

After hearing Han Mo's words, Song Tang went back and thought about it carefully.

He couldn't think of any branch that could make such a thin and deep wound, and the branch was not a blade. Besides, in the early spring, the branches and leaves were very tender, so how could there be such a hard dead branch.

After thinking about it all afternoon, he still went to the pharmacy to buy a tube of scar cream.

The 100 yuan is not worth sending back to Prince, and he can't afford it, anyway, it has to be spent on the captain.

"Why, didn't you say the branches were drawn?" Yan Yibing smiled and asked Song Tang back, but retracted his left hand involuntarily.

Song Tang's eyes tightened.

Yan Yibing's little gesture meant that... Han Mo was right.

The wound was not made by a branch.

What an idiot he is to believe it!

Song Tang held his breath, Yan Yibing knew how important an e-sports player's hand was.

But he still kept it from the team, talking nonsense.

Since the live camera was still on, Song Tang couldn't have a fit.

He snatched the scar removal ointment from Yan Yibing's hand: "You have to forget how to use it, forget it, let me apply it for you."

He unscrewed the cap, pierced the packaging film, and squeezed out a transparent paste.

Then he grabbed Yan Yibing's left hand and applied the ointment to Yan Yibing's wound.

The ointment has a light herbal fragrance, and it is cold, and it quickly dyes the red flesh.

The shiny marks extend all the way to the rounded and raised wrist bones.

Yan Yibing stretched out his hand, smiled lazily, and said to the fans, "Our vice-captain is becoming more and more virtuous."

Song Tang was angry: "Thank you, blow it, dry it."

Yan Yibing waited for him to finish painting, then puffed out his mouth obediently, blowing air on his wrist, and said while blowing: "If you work harder, you will be like Han..."

As soon as Yan Yibing stopped speaking, his expression turned serious, and he even forgot to blow the wind for a while.

Probably playing a game with the little beast tonight, he accidentally mentioned the name of the little beast.

But Han Mo is indeed the most 'virtuous' team member he has ever led.

No one knows how to please him better than Han Mo.

At that time, he was the captain of the first team, and Han Mo was still in the youth training camp.

He has long heard that Han Mo's talent is extremely high. How long has it been since he hasn't been in this industry? He has even broken into the top five in Hanbok.

Such players are usually pretentious and arrogant.

When Yan Yibing heard that the manager planned to sign Han Mo, he was already ready to give him a bad blow.

did not expect.

Not only did Han Mo not think highly of himself, but he had very, very special respect for him.

Yan Yibing was only 23 back then, who wouldn't like players who adore, considerate, and understand him.

He quickly raised Han Mo as his successor.

Han Mo is really sensible.

Relying on his youth, Yan Yibing ate irregularly, every time he was hungry, he was full. Every time, it was Han Mo who pushed him to eat on time.

Especially breakfast, I can't wait to have it delivered to his bedside.

He wakes up very angry, sometimes a little irritable, and scolds Han Mo all over his face.

Han Mo's lips were pursed, his green brows drooped, and the next second he handed him a wet towel to wipe his face.

There are many people in the base, his resistance is poor, and he often catches colds. He crawls under the covers with a fever, and is too lazy to do anything. Han Mo is by his side, feeding him medicine one bite at a time, just like serving his father , no complaints at all.

There is also extra training for the season. The whole team stays up late to play practice games. They often play for seven or eight hours. After a whole day, his back is stiff. Han Mo firmly presses him on the bed and asks in a low voice: "Back pain Shall I rub it for you?"

He massaged his waist before going to rest, and he never forgot.

Han Mo's massage was quite strong, and Yan Yibing occasionally ordered him to be gentle when he was pinched.

But that's all in the past.

Now they have all become captains, fighting on their own, irreconcilable.

"It's over, the ointment is good, thank you." Yan Yibing patted Song Tang on the shoulder.

Song Tang hesitated for a second, with a complicated expression: "The medicine is..." In the live broadcast, he couldn't mention Han Mo's name, but he couldn't impersonate Han Mo's credit.

Since Yan Yibing is always called Hanmo little beast.

that--

"The medicine is bought by non-humans."

Yan Yibing: "..."