dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing squeezed the tube of scar removal ointment, and thought of Han Mo's defiant sentence during the day, "Will Master not call me husband?"

He rubbed his face hard, and muttered softly: "What the hell is going on?"

He felt that he was probably too old to keep up with the thinking of young people.

What Han Mo was thinking, he really didn't understand.

The only thing he confirmed was that Han Mo still hated him.

But... Sending scar cream is also revenge?

He casually flicked the scar cream to the head of the bed, tugged at the hem of the sweater, and took off his top, revealing his white and firm back.

Then he got into the bed with his upper body naked, pulled off the blindfold, and fell asleep without hesitation.

It seemed a little cold under the thin blanket.

But where is the spare thickness?

Can't remember, forget it.

Yan Yibing shrank his legs, and pulled the quilt around his neck again.

Yan Yibing is a person who really hates trouble. His family is in good condition. His aunt and parents helped him arrange everything since he was a child. Now that he has grown up, he lives in the club base. No one takes care of him like he used to. He can do everything well. At once.

Early the next morning, Sun Tianjiao knocked on Yan Yibing's door desperately.

"Captain! Ice God! The chairman of the alliance invites you to dinner today, don't forget!"

Before the start of the league exhibition game, the chairman will invite the captains of the four major teams to get together.

Dinner is secondary, mainly to exchange feelings.

The relationship between the four giants is harmonious, and the work of the alliance is also easy to do.

The exhibition competition is held every two years. The last time people went there were Yan Yibing, Yu Yan from CNG, Chen Chi from AX, and Gu Ming from Prince.

This year... Captain Prince is Han Mo!

Yan Yibing sat up from the bed with a grunt, and took off the blindfold.

Before he could speak, his nose itched and he sneezed heavily.

He sniffed, wrapped the quilt tightly, and rushed out the door, "Can I not go?"

Sun Tianjiao was extremely indifferent: "No, the chairman has to give face, and you haven't been with Yu Shen for a long time, and CNG has researched some new tactics, let's talk about it."

Yan Yibing was startled: "Can I do something like taking tactics from my buddies?"

Sun Tianjiao's tone did not fluctuate: "You can, you can still do things that leaked our tactics."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He wrapped the quilt tightly, and coughed heavily at the door: "I have a cold, so I can't go."

Sun Tianjiao said lightly: "Don't pretend, if you don't go, it will appear that we Zero are afraid of Han Mo, we neither owe him nor cheat him, we are afraid of shit!"

Yan Yibing fell ill on the bed and sighed deeply.

Although his status in the club is high enough, he still has to listen to the manager when it comes to business.

The invitation of the chairman of the alliance is indeed not something that can be pushed with just an excuse.

But he seemed... really caught a cold, Yan Yibing touched his hot forehead.

E-sports players are generally night owls, but the chairman of the league is not. The elderly live a healthy life, so the dinner is also scheduled at noon.

They set up a small bar, the style is literary and fresh, and the light is still dim.

The chairman came with a teacup in his arms. Once inside, he unscrewed the lid and said to the waiter, "Please store some hot water for me."

Yan Yibing and the others took it easy and ordered a cocktail each.

As soon as Han Mo entered the room, it was cold for few people to talk, and he sat down on the seat, his thin lips tightened.

Yan Yibing frowned, feeling uncomfortable.

I still remember that at the dinner party last year, the atmosphere was very happy and harmonious, and everyone was so excited that they almost worshiped on the spot.

He was bored and had nothing to say, so he had to drink.

The alcohol dissolved the salt grains on the glass wall, and was poured into the mouth along with the ice cubes.

The cold and spicy liquid irritated the throat, all the way into the stomach, he couldn't help shivering.

Throat swells when swallowing, as if swollen.

The chairman of the alliance looked around, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't worry about me, just chat, I'll listen to your thoughts."

Both Yu Yan and Chen Chi knew about Yan Yibing and Han Mo's feud.

Yu Yan pursed his lips and smiled: "Oh, it's rare that we have fresh blood here, so how about it, Gou Bing will have a drink with the newcomers on behalf of everyone."

Yan Yibing's apricot eyes twitched, a smile that was not a smile: "Don't worry about a single dog who has just lost love, I have short hands and can't reach it."

His seat was two meters away from Han Mo, on purpose.

Yu Yan and Yan Yibing have the best personal relationship, and there is no lower limit for the two of them to joke around, and they often poke each other's pain points.

Yu Yan joked: "It's over when you touch the table, and you two haven't had a drink."

When Han Mo heard the words, he paused his fingers slightly, and his eyes shone.

Chen Chi smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, you two stop fighting, how about it, do you have any ideas for the exhibition game?"

Yan Yibing lazily said: "Friendship comes first, competition comes second, please be peaceful, don't fight to the death."

Yu Yan answered: "That's right, what about City R, City P, the airport, if we want to jump, we can jump into the bathroom in the wild area, and give other small teams a chance."

Yan Yibing: "This is also to contribute to the development of the league. It has always been the top four giants. How can other teams rise to the top?"

Yu Yan: "I propose that we each have a pistol and a set of crossbow bolts. Whoever gets the 98K will be the grandson of the M4."

The corner of Chen Chi's mouth twitched: "Get out, you two are fucking grandchildren every time!"

It's not that they haven't imagined a gentle and peaceful exhibition game before, but the audience said well, once they entered the game, the two were more ruthless than the other.

Chen Chi said angrily: "You two are the school bitches who made everyone not do homework or study when you were students, but you learned it secretly!"

Yan Yibing proudly said, "I was also number one when I was a student, not stealing."

He is really good at studying, he is still No. [-] in the city in the senior high school entrance examination, and he was on TV.

It was an accident that he entered the e-sports circle. At that time, he was dragged to the Zero youth training camp by a friend, but he stayed there until now.

The chairman of the alliance said cheerfully: "Okay, you guys play hard, but you also have to manage the fans well, don't have any fights in the game, especially...Zero and Prince, I don't say it's better to solve the enemy It’s a situational situation, but for the sake of the big picture, I’m sure you guys know what to do.”

Yan Yibing's lips curled up, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his thick eyelashes trembled invisibly.

The chairman's words were a little serious, and he felt uncomfortable.

He had a feud with Han Mo, but he was 25 years old, so he wouldn't fight a 19-year-old son of a bitch.

Just as he was about to say something to adjust the atmosphere, Han Mo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

"What the ice god can do, I can do."

His expression was stern, his eyelids were drooping, and his voice was soft.

After finishing speaking, holding the wine glass, he raised his hand and drank a glass of cocktail directly.

Yan Yibing felt a little stuffy in his heart.

Just answer the answer, you have to say his name, it's weird.

His mouth was dry, his temples were throbbing, and the alcohol began to heat up and swell in his stomach, as if his whole body was burning.

"You drink first, I'll go to the bathroom."

He stood up leaning on the armrest of the sofa, his coat was thrown aside by him, and there was only a soft and light silk shirt inside, but he didn't feel cold, instead he was sweating intermittently.

Yan Yibing walked to the bar, bent his eyes, and knocked on the counter frivolously: "Sister, do you have any cold medicine here? Give me two."

He suspected that his cold had worsened, and if this went on like this, he would not be able to drink the wine anymore.

The waiter had a troubled face, and whispered, "Yes, but you can't take medicine for a while after drinking, right?"

Yan Yibing was slightly stunned, and blinked blankly: "Hey, can't you take medicine after drinking? I even took two pills before I came out."

He has absolutely no common sense in life.

Because I didn't think the cold was a big deal, I didn't inform the team doctor, so I found the medicine I was used to and took two pills indiscriminately.

"You took the medicine, how are you doing now, do you want to tell them?" The waiter was a little worried, but she was also young and didn't know how to take care of others.

Yan Yibing waved his hand: "Don't bother them, I'll go wash my face."

He felt a little floating in front of his eyes, but he stabilized his mind and could still stand still.

Han Mo peeked at Yan Yi Bing from afar, and frowned when he saw his body swaying.

As soon as Yan Yibing came, he felt that his face was abnormally rosy.

Han Mo put down his wine glass and stood up, "I'll go too."

Yan Yibing went to the bathroom, turned on the faucet in front of the sink, scooped up cold water with both hands, and splashed it on his face mercilessly.

The instant coolness stimulated his pores to shrink suddenly, his muscles tensed, and his temples felt sharp pain.

The water droplets were quickly warmed by his body temperature, and slid down his chin, sinking into the soft shirt.

Yan Yibing was panting rapidly, his eyes were red, and his hair was sticking to his temples.

He took a deep breath and blinked hard, but his body became more and more erratic.

He knew that the wine he had just drank was finally starting to work.

But he didn't drink so badly before, why did he start to faint after just one drink?

Yan Yibing pressed his temples with his palms, and wanted to wash his face with water, but the splashed water soaked his cuffs, and his clothes stuck to his skin sticky.

He was about to slap water on his face when his wrist was suddenly grabbed from behind.

Cold water trickled down the fingers.

Yan Yibing was startled, and before he could see who it was, he was taken by a strong force and pressed mercilessly against the ceramic wall tiles.

The butterfly bone hit the hard wall, and there was a dull pain.

He wanted to resist with all his strength, but he couldn't win the opponent at all.

Yan Yibing was out of breath and wanted to curse, but instead he coughed heavily, his face turned red and tears were about to come out.

Han Mo twisted his wrist, leaning against his back, his jaw tensed, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He pressed close to Yan Yibing's ear, his voice was deep, cold and cruel.

"I hate you so much that I can't bear to touch a single hair of yours. If you don't know how to cherish your body, you might as well leave it to me to vent your anger!"

After Han Mo finished speaking, his subordinates couldn't help but increase their strength.

Yan Yibing was dizzy, his legs were weak, and he was still somewhat supported when he was pressed against the wall, but when someone pinched him hard, he couldn't take it anymore.

Yan Yibing's lips trembled, his eyes were foggy, and his eyelashes were wet with tears.

He gasped for a moment, then suddenly murmured: "Han Mo...it hurts."

Han Mo instantly let go of his strength in embarrassment.

The next second, Yan Yibing closed his eyes and fell limply in his arms, unconscious.

In order to support him, he had to hug his waist tightly.

The author has something to say:

Yan Yibing: I didn't mention the waist in advance, but I just wanted to ask if it is necessary to take off my clothes?

Han Mo: It's wet.

Where is it wet? Let's talk about it? (no)