dissatisfied [e-sports]

The VIP suite provides unlimited drinks and drinks. In the evening, each of them has a cocktail and chats while drinking at the table by the pool.

The starry sky is full of waves, bright and grand white light spots hang high above the head, and heavy clouds pass through, half covered.

In the ear is the sound of wind and waves beating the cabin, and the dark blue waves are tirelessly washing against the glass windows, rushing up, and then falling down in a hurry.

With the night breeze, Chen Yan took a sip of the wine, and the hot liquid rolled into his stomach, refreshing and exciting.

His face was slightly drunk, his eyes were blinded by the wind, and he smiled and said: "Next time, I won't be able to play with you guys."

This was the first time he drank so freely, without any burden, he didn't need to worry about the effect of hangover on nerve endings, and he didn't need to be afraid of slowing down his reaction.

He has withdrawn from that familiar and tense career, he is free, but alone.

Yan Yibing was lazily leaning against the corner of the sofa, with his right elbow supporting the weight of his lower body, he raised one leg, put it on the back of the chair, and swayed slightly.

"What are you talking about, let's line up together at any time."

After he finished speaking, he drank a sip of wine in an unclear mood, and frowned.

In front of him was the swimming pool water that was blown up and down by the wind, illuminated by the crystal clear blue night light, and the water splashed up like crystal blocks before sinking into the pool.

In the middle of the pool, there are little waves in panic.

Chen Yan smiled, raised his glass to him, and said two words lightly: "Brother."

In fact, he knew that this was impossible.

He will no longer devote himself to such sleepless exercises, nor will he have the cheek to ask these friends to play online games with him.

This is the law of nature, some people leave and some people come in, so the e-sports business can prosper and never end.

Retirement is always accompanied by sighs and sadness.

It was windy late at night, and the other tourists had already returned indoors, only they were still staying in the outdoor swimming pool, blowing the cold wind and drinking cold wine.

No one wants to leave, under the dim lights, in the silent night, it is easier to hide emotions.

After all, this time is to celebrate Chen Yan's retirement, not to show mercy.

Yu Yan patted Chen Yan on the shoulder and clinked glasses with him: "I will come out to play often in the future."

Chen Yan smiled: "Well, you will often come to my live broadcast room in the future. I can be half of the host and interview your mental journey."

Yu Yan snorted and said, "I'm so disgusting, I won't go."

Many of the players present are not too young, and there are a few who are 23. If they don’t retire this year, they should retire next year. When they saw Chen Yan, they seemed to see their own near future. They felt sore and couldn’t say anything. If you want to liven up the atmosphere, you can only keep drinking.

Yan Yibing is even more unknown, no one knows how long he will be able to fight.

The matter of retiring is more harsh to him than anyone else, because he lives in the outside world's discussion about his retirement time almost every year.

He has been in this industry for eight years. Although his mother always expects him to go to school after retiring, it is already eight years ago for him, and he doesn't know if he can still adapt.

Chen Yan stood up, holding his cup, and solemnly said to all the professional players who were staggering around: "It's good to know you all. Although we were competitors in the past few years, calculating each other and talking trash, but In my heart, I can't bear to treat you as brothers."

After Chen Yan finished speaking, his eyes turned red.

He sniffed hard, raised his head, and drank a whole cup.

Tears were swallowed into the stomach together with the wine, and I couldn't tell what it was like.

Chen Chi directly lowered his head and wiped his eyes.

In the past few years as the captain of AX, thanks to Chen Yan's bottomless trust and support for him, they have gone through the most difficult time and are the most tacit partners.

I thought we could fight side by side for a few more years, but Chen Yan had to retire due to injuries.

So suddenly, he didn't give him any time to prepare.

During this period of time, he has been holding back, holding back, acting like nothing happened, and joking with Chen Yan about his nourishing life after retirement.

He held it in for too long, and finally couldn't hold it anymore.

He didn't want Chen Yan to leave at all, but he was not a doctor, he couldn't cure Chen Yan's irreversible injury, let alone a god, he couldn't make Chen Yan younger.

As soon as Chen Chi cried, the atmosphere immediately became depressed.

The goblets were returned one by one, and delivered in piles.

Cocktails and beer, beer and white wine.

The pizza on the table was completely cold, it was so cold that it hardened, and the aroma was blown by the wind and dissipated without a trace.

Fang Rui's tongue was already a little weak, he grabbed Chen Chi's clothes, forced him to raise his head, and said inarticulately, "It's all fucking agreed not to cry, cry ass!"

Chen Chi could still hear his words clearly, raised his hand to push him away, and said cursingly: "Ganqing is not your deputy team anymore, it's none of your business if I cry!"

Minglang grabbed the hands of the two of them and shook them unsteadily: "Get out, what kind of drunkenness!"

Lu Jianghe brought back a plate of fruit platter, saw that someone had already torn it up, and shouted roughly: "Yu Yan, take care!"

Yu Yan raised his eyelids, raised his leg and kicked Yan Yibing's white shoes: "Say something."

Yan Yibing closed his eyes, and when the coolness on his face evaporated completely, he raised his eyes and looked outside the railing.

The sea is so vast, deep, and mysterious, and the huge waves are rolling incessantly, as if they want to swallow people into it, without seeing the sun.

He squinted his eyes and tried to look far away. There was only a misty mist, no islands, no footholds, they were just drifting alone, just thinking about it made people panic.

Half of Yan Yibing's arm was numb, and he struggled to sit up, his clothes were crumpled and half of his waist was exposed.

At 07:30, there was a segment of a classic Broadway musical on board, and he didn't eat much to watch it.

Now I drink too much wine and get drunk very quickly.

The boat was shaking slightly, and his head was also shaking slightly, and his eyes were dizzy.

Han Mo didn't drink much, and was always helping deliver wine glasses.

He glanced at Yan Yibing, under the light blue light, Yan Yibing's exposed waist was particularly conspicuous.

The wind is so strong that it will hurt your stomach if you blow it for a long time.

He looked at the other players again.

Some hugged each other and cried bitterly, some drank glasses of wine, some were drunk and tore together, and some were half-soaked in the swimming pool, shivering with cold and unwilling to climb out.

It was a mess.

Han Mo and Chen Yan also have a good relationship. Although he is taciturn and doesn't participate in various dinner parties, he is willing to do his best to help his friends in need.

But he still couldn't cry.

He couldn't cry because he was immune to this level of pain.

He has experienced the hard mode of life, and it is not easy to show his vulnerable side.

But he could tell that Yan Yibing was in a bad mood.

Yan Yibing didn't like to talk, his face was cold, his eyes were looking at the sea, half of his delicate profile was illuminated by the light, and it was usually hidden in the shadows.

Messy strands of hair fluttered in front of his eyes, tangled with overly long eyelashes.

Han Mo was in a daze, seeing Yan Yibing who had chased him out of Zero.

The same coldness, lips pursed, apricot core eyes looking at a place without blinking, the whole body is wrapped in cold air.

Just now when Yu Yan called him, he didn't answer, as if he didn't hear anything, he didn't know if he was really drunk or thinking about something.

But Han Mo clearly saw that he was crying.

This person would have shed tears because of sadness.

But when he was sad, his face was so scary.

So when you drove him away, did you feel any unbearable and sad?

Han Mo took off his plaid jacket silently, and put it on Yan Yibing's body against the night wind, covering his lower abdomen and waist exposed in the air.

His body suddenly warmed up, Yan Yibing was startled, turned his gaze back, raised his head, and looked at Han Mo.

The clothes still carried Han Mo's body temperature, the young man's scorching heat that couldn't be hidden was transmitted to him through the soft fabric.

Yan Yibing shuddered slightly.

He didn't feel cold just now, but now that he has clothes on, he's getting colder.

The sea surface in the middle of the night was not at all what he had imagined. It was not the sparkling dream scene in Ang Lee's movies, but the endless darkness. This kind of darkness can always bring back bad memories.

Yan Yibing was so caught up in those memories that he didn't even bother to move his arms and back.

He vaguely felt that he was drunk, but his thinking was dull, and his cerebral cortex couldn't mobilize his spinal cord and nerves.

It wasn't until Han Mo came over that he was completely pulled out of the depressed atmosphere.

Han Mo stood in front of him, looking down at him, his black T-shirt and ripped pants blended into the darkness, but his eyes were sharp and shining.

Yan Yibing blinked, his eyelids were thinly folded, and his eyes were moist with light.

At this moment, his face was no longer cold, but returned to its usual gentle and soft appearance.

"Cold Mo."

Yan Yibing called out softly, the voice was mixed with the wind, and it fluttered to Han Mo's ear, like a small feather.

Han Mo's chest felt tight, his lower lip stretched, he reached out to pinch Yan Yibing's knee, and put his leg hanging on the back of the chair on the ground.

"It's cold at night, go back to sleep."

Yan Yibing shook his head heavily, his hair swaying to cover his eyes.

He was so weak that he had no strength, and he couldn't stand up. Han Mo put his leg down. He tried, tried to hang it up again, but failed.

He doesn't like to sit upright, he just likes that unruly posture, which is comfortable and convenient.

Han Mo sighed softly, pressed his legs hard, and said in a low voice, "I'll get you a towel to cover, don't move around."

The bath towels on the cruise ship are quite thick, which can be used as blankets and wind protection.

But Yan Yibing's one was in the bedroom, and he couldn't get in without a card, so he had to ask for another one.

Just as Han Mo was about to turn around and leave, Yan Yibing suddenly stretched out an arm, opened his hand, and grabbed Han Mo's wrist.

That hand was slender, soft, icy cold, and the remaining temperature in the palm was not as hot as the inside of his wrist.

Yan Yibing didn't use much strength, but Han Mo stopped where he was.After a while, he heard Yan Yibing say softly——

"Momo, I failed to be a good captain."

Han Mo froze instantly, the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, and he felt a sharp pain.

This is not a good time to have a long conversation.

What he was facing was a drunk who had drunk a lot and couldn't get up on the sofa.

And this drunk, it is very likely that he will not remember what he said the next day.

But he still couldn't bear to interrupt Yi Bing.

After all, people are the least able to lie when they are drunk.

Yan Yibing really had no restraint on his behavior.

He held on to Han Mo tightly, like a person shaking in a small boat holding tight to the mast.

His eyelashes trembled fragilely, and his voice was in a whisper.

Alcohol amplifies emotions and makes a person no longer himself.

He babbled, his tone softened into a pool of water, innocent and wronged.

"People are impulsive when they are young, and I am the same. When I took you, I was 22, and the whole league supported me. I was too proud, too suspended, and I couldn't tolerate sand in my eyes."

"I didn't give you a chance to explain. I adhered to the principles I think. I thought I could be frank, but because of you, I have never been steadfast in doing the right thing. Instead, I have a disturbed conscience."

"I used to think that you would come back. After all, you are so...ah, so reluctant to part with me. In fact, as long as you beg me again, maybe I will agree."

"But you still didn't come back in the end."

"If I met you at this age, I would be more patient, and more... know how to deal with the world, maybe the two of us wouldn't fall out."

"But about your mother, let me say sorry to you."

......

He spoke in a clear, unprecedented sobriety, as if there was no trace of drunkenness.

In the end, as if he had exhausted all his strength, his fingers slipped from Han Mo's wrist.

The fingertips touched Dao Hanmo's knuckles, and in an instant, they separated suddenly.

There was a gap in the tight grip, and Night Breeze broke in unscrupulously.

Han Mo's eyes were scarlet, looking at Yan Yi Bing, his body trembled slightly.

They used to quarrel very stiffly and ugly, but Yi Bing never said a soft word.

Even after hearing about his family, she never tried to comfort him with a single word.

He thought he would never wait for the day when Yan Yibing cherished him.

The corners of Han Mo's eyes were a little damp.

Perhaps, he was too young to understand the sadness behind Yan Yibing's ruthlessness.

Fortunately, he finally knew that he was not the only one who was sad.

Han Mo squatted down, knelt on the hard wooden floor with his left knee, propped his elbow on the edge of the sofa, raised his left hand, and gently scratched Yan Yibing's side face.

The skin is cool and delicate, and the earlobe that I accidentally touched is soft with fine fluff.

Yan Yibing was panting quickly, smelling of alcohol all over his body, and when he was hooked by his finger, he instinctively raised his chin to meet Han Mo's eyes.

He murmured: "Inthedarkitiseasytopretend..." (In the dark, how easy it is to pretend.)

This is a line from a musical I just watched.

He was so drunk that he couldn't tell what he was doing.

Han Mo's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was low and hoarse: "I'm not good either, I always bully you depending on your tolerance."

His knees ached from the gap between the planks, but it seemed the pain was the only way to ease his explosive emotions.

Han Mo probed, brushed away the hair that covered Yan Yibing's eyes, and murmured in an unimaginably gentle voice.

"Promise me, don't retire, don't leave the professional arena, and keep playing with me, okay?"

"Dear...Master."

Yan Yibing's eyes widened in a daze, obviously not able to quickly understand what Han Mo was talking about.

But the moment Han Mo called out Master, he inadvertently bent his eyes, with starlight reflected in them, and smiled innocently and complacently.

The author has something to say: Han Mo: So cute, it's like hugging someone into the bedroom and eating him.

The lines of the musical are from The Phantom of the Opera.