dissatisfied [e-sports]

as predicted.

[? ? ?Fuck, a certain older player who is good at being a teacher has acted like a monster again? 】

[The one who flirts first is cheap, who are you going to be with? Is the God of Ice, can you be the one? 】

[Tsk tsk tsk, ICE's brainless fans are really competing with the police, and they have all sent the police to your father's Weibo. 】

【Father is licking beautiful pictures, but there are some idiots who can't find it, so angry that you still have to wait and see?It's better to be mad at you! 】

[Brothers, 3000 cards! 】

[Han Mo test. 】

[Don't miss it when you pass by, Ice God has eight years of e-sports career performance, e-sports No. 1, eternal light, god of command! 】

[Let’s take a look at Hanshen’s actual performance. The two-year points surpassed someone’s eight-year accumulation, and the 19-year-old endorsement promotion has a total of eight, which is the best in the competition. 】

......

The war of words between the two with Hanmo Weibo as the battlefield broke out.

Yan Yibing's fans were not in the mood to go to Liang Hefeng to lick the beautiful pictures, and they all came to Hanmo's Weibo to support them.

The e-sports fans scolded the battle, and it was directly on the trending searches.

Now even passers-by who don't care about the e-sports circle know that there are two e-sports players who don't have a good relationship, and one directly attacks the other.

Yan Yibing snorted softly, laid down on Han Mo's bed carelessly, and looked at the not-so-high ceiling: "Satisfied?"

Han Mo's eyelids trembled, and his eyes fell on Yan Yibing's side face.

The bed in the cruise ship room was not small, even if he and Yan Yibing were lying on the bed, there was an arm's length between them.

But the situation is delicate.

There was a lot of scolding on the Internet, and the relationship between the two of them was described as incompatible, but now, they were lying on the same bed, and he could touch Yan Yibing's face as long as he stretched his arms.

"You pay special attention to me?"

Yan Yibing felt baffled that Han Mo's focus was here.

Since he released Han Mo from the blacklist, he has set special attention on Han Mo.

Not only Han Mo, but also the captains of several big teams set up special attention.

"Is there a problem? I have set up Yu Yan and Chen Chi."

Han Mo stretched his lower lip, and let out a faint "oh".

So he wasn't special at all.

Liang Hefeng was always paying attention to his Weibo. He saw that the number of fans had not increased suddenly, and the number one comment was no longer envious of his brotherhood with Yan Yibing, but a scolding invitation to invite friends and friends.

Liang and Feng followed the vine and found Han Mo's Weibo.

Han Mo's outspoken Aite Yan Yi Bing still questioned him.

The fans' scolding in the comments was indeed very powerful, and only two fans of top professional players could scold like this.

Listed out the performance one by one, no one will be convinced.

Yan Yibing hasn't replied yet.

Han Mo was so blatantly provocative, yet Yan Yibing didn't even come out to tear himself apart.

Liang Hefeng felt bitter, and this Hanmo still held a heavy weight in Yan Yibing's heart.

In the beginning, Yan Yibing was the only friend in the e-sports circle.

Any trivial matters in the game, the hurdles that cannot be overcome in training, and the garbage opponents encountered will all be complained to him.

Later, Yan Yibing had Yu Yan as a friend and a more trustworthy Zero teammate, so he gradually stopped talking about those things.

Moreover, they belonged to two teams, so it was inconvenient to talk about training frequently.

Later, Han Mo appeared.

At that time, the best rookie in the entire league was favored by Yan Yibing.

Liang Hefeng had only seen the eyes of others admiring Yan Yi Bing, but had never seen Yan Yi Bing's eyes admiring others.

Here at Han Mo, he saw it.

But in the end, Yan Yibing was not betrayed by Han Mo.

Han Mo didn't want to be inferior to others, so he went to Prince to be the captain.

Liang Hefeng's heart moved, and he felt that he should show himself in front of Yan Yibing.

So he quickly retweeted Han Mo's Weibo.

[@梁和风: My brother has a good temper, but he is not a bully! 】

After reposting, he immediately sent Yan Yibing a WeChat message.

【I saw what happened between you and Han Mo, no matter what, my brother supports you. 】

Yan Yibing looked upset, so he didn't return to Liang Hefeng this time.

He tilted his head to look at Han Mo, and bumped Han Mo's arm with his finger: "What are you doing, delete it quickly, it's making a big fuss."

Han Mo raised his eyes, and said indifferently: "Why don't you let someone delete your photo?"

Yan Yibing blinked, frowned, and scolded: "Is this the same thing, hurry up!"

Han Mo's eyelids drooped slightly, and he glanced at his Weibo.

Seeing that Liang Hefeng turned on him, he felt a little impatient, so he conveniently set Weibo to only be visible to him, and pulled Hei Liang and Feng along the way.

Seeing that Han Mo's Weibo was no longer found, Yan Yibing felt relieved.

Anyway, the popularity of the scolding war rose and died down quickly, and the fans lost the battlefield, so they could only open a few more posts on the forum.

Han Mo asked him back, "I deleted it, but you asked Liang Hefeng to delete it too."

Yan Yibing leaned his elbows on the bed, propped up his upper body, and said puzzledly: "What is your rivalry with him? He's older than you, not as good at e-sports as you are, and doesn't have as many fans as you. He's retired now, you Even if you find the right family, you should find a comparable one."

Han Mo narrowed his eyes: "He just wants to use you, so stop being pestered by him."

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, and said impatiently, "It's none of your business if I'm not used by him, and I don't know when Hanshen will be so unfair."

After Yan Yibing finished speaking, he stretched his waist and abdomen, sat up, put on his slippers, and went into the bathroom.

He didn't have anywhere to go, but he didn't want to quarrel with Han Mo anymore.

He really couldn't understand the child's brain circuit. Even if Liang Hefeng had ulterior motives, it would be his bad luck.

The ventilator in the bathroom was always on, and when the cool wind blew, Yan Yibing calmed down for a moment.

After thinking about it, he still lowered his head and sent Liang Hefeng a WeChat message.

[You should delete Weibo. 】

After a while, Liang Hefeng asked——

【Didn't you say it's okay just now? You and Han Mo are because of this matter? 】

Yan Yibing smiled wryly.

It's really because of this.

Because he let Liang Hefeng take advantage, Han Mo was awkward like a little girl.

Although he didn't understand, it wouldn't take much trouble to let Liang Hefeng delete it, at least it would make Han Mo no longer awkward.

[It's because I don't like exposing photos very much, I feel uncomfortable, you can delete them. 】

【it is good. 】

After Yan Yibing said that, Liang Hefeng couldn't hold on anymore.

Soon, Yan Yibing couldn't find that photo in Liang Hefeng's place, only Liang Hefeng's latest one, swearing to support his Weibo.

But because Han Mo was gone, the people who came after him didn't know what Liang Hefeng was up to.

Yan Yibing made a voice call to Xiao Nuo and asked him when he could arrive at the cruise ship.

Xiao Nuo hurriedly said: "It's in the elevator, it will be here soon, and I brought grilled squid for you and the captain."

Yan Yibing breathed a sigh of relief.

He came out of the bathroom, opened the door and went out without speaking to Han Mo.

I wanted to wait for Xiao Nuo in the corridor for a while.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he bumped into Yu Yan Ding Luo who was the first to go upstairs.

Yu Yan paused, looked him up and down, hesitated for a while before asking: "Why do you..."

Yan Yibing pretended to be calm, and said casually, "No card, I took a bath with him."

Yu Yan pointed to the corner of his lips: "What is it, toothpaste?"

"Huh?" Yan Yibing was slightly stunned, wiped his lower lip, and licked it with the tip of his red tongue.

Ding Luo could hardly breathe, his face was as red as if he had just come out of a steamer.

Yan Yibing came out of Han Mo's room, wearing a nightgown, with white liquid on his mouth.She is ashamed of the avi that is automatically shown in her mind!

"Yogurt, he went to the cafeteria to get me something to eat."

The yogurt on his lips was still sour when he licked it into his mouth.

Thinking of Han Mo bringing him food, Yan Yibing felt that his temper was a bit unreasonable.

Yu Yan frowned: "Hey, I knew I would come back earlier, so it would be embarrassing for you two to stay in the same room."

Yan Yibing leaned against the wall, and said lazily, "It's not bad, it's generally embarrassing."

The most embarrassing things happened, he even kissed Han Mo's chest, and the others are no longer afraid.

Coincidentally, Xiao Nuo also came up.

The aroma of the barbecue in his hand soon spread through the narrow aisle.

Xiao Nuo took off the bag on his back, handed it to Yan Yibing, and said with a smile, "Isn't it late enough for me to come back?"

Yan Yi swept over coldly, and hummed softly: "You also know that you came back late?"

Xiao Nuo: "?"

He looked at Yu Yan blankly.

Yu Yan spread his hands.

Yan Yibing wanted to change his clothes a long time ago, and he really didn't feel safe wearing nothing under his nightgown, so he quickly took out his room card and entered the room.

In the corridor, Xiao Nuo murmured: "Didn't the captain tell us to come back a little later?"

Yan Yibing changed his clothes, threw the used nightgown into the laundry basket, and came out of the room feeling refreshed.

Chen Chi urged everyone to go bowling together.

The bowling alley is [-] knives an hour and there is no limit to the number of people.

Yesterday Chen Chi wanted to play, because someone wanted to drink and was persuaded.

Anyway, it's all right now, so a team of about ten people walked to the game hall on the tenth floor.

The game hall occupies an entire level.

There are gymnasium, paper-cut room, Xbox youth room, bowling room, board game room, dancing machine, VR shooting, temporary kindergarten, basketball hall...

Most of the items require additional consumption, but there are also various free competitive activities organized by the cruise ship, one per hour, and No.1 will get a beautiful gift from the cruise ship official.

Yan Yibing and Han Mo did not walk together.

Yan Yibing chatted with Chen Chi in the first row, and Han Mo listened to Xiao Nuo's beeps at the end of the line.

On the way to the bowling alley, a competitive game organized by the cruise ship was in progress.

A small whiteboard is hung on the glass window outside the venue, on which are written the registration time and prizes of various competitions.

Now it's a darts match.

The No.1 prize is a pair of CletoReyes boxing gloves.

Yan Yibing had sharp eyes and sighed, "Wow, the prizes are pretty good. I want to participate after seeing it."

Chen Chi followed his gaze and murmured, "What is it?"

Ding Luo explained on the side: "In the competition on the cruise ship, there are prizes for those who win, and the prizes are pretty good. I even gave them an ipad before."

Yu Yan held her shoulders: "Now this is... darts?"

Yan Yibing regretted, "Well, foreigners are good at darts, and it's very difficult to take the first place."

Chen Chi said casually: "No one here knows how to play. Darts are not the same thing as robbing. If you like it, you can buy one. It doesn't cost much."

Yan Yibing smiled lightly: "It's not about the money, it's more fun to win."

But he just said casually, they passed the activity area quickly, and no one mentioned darts anymore.

Only Han Mo stood still and glanced at the match schedule.

At seven o'clock in the evening, there is another darts match, and the prize is still Cleto Reyes boxing gloves.

Tomorrow's game will no longer have this prize.

If you want to get gloves, night is the only chance.

Xiao Nuo asked suspiciously: "Captain, are you also interested in the event?"

Han Mo withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "It's okay."

Xiao Nuo asked curiously: "Do you know how to play darts? I think they are quite far away."

Han Mo: "A little while."

Before entering the e-sports industry, Han Mo had done everything.

At that time, in some bars, good darts could make money.

It's just that instead of number circles and partition nets, the names on the dart boards are the names of bottles of wine.

Whichever bottle is shot, someone will open that bottle.

If you get the wine and don't want to drink it, you can sell it to others cheaply.

At 07:30 in the evening, it is a Broadway theater musical as usual, and today is "Les Miserables", which is also a classic worth watching.

At 06:30, a group of people made an appointment to eat teppanyaki at a Japanese restaurant, planning to eat for an hour and go straight to the musical.

It was only after arriving at the restaurant that Han Mo didn't come.

Xiao Nuo looked left and right: "Where is our captain, he was still in the game hall just now."

Yan Yibing had already noticed that Han Mo had left, but he didn't say anything.

Han Mo is indeed a loner sometimes, not used to the bustling environment.

Yan Yibing said softly, "Maybe you're tired and go back to rest."

Xiao Nuo: "Then we have to eat, I'll give him a call."

He dialed Han Mo's phone number and waited for a minute, but no one answered.

Xiao Nuo spread his hands.

At [-]:[-], Chen Chi had finished ordering, and seafood and beef and lamb chops were frying on the iron plate, sizzling.

Ready to eat in no time.

But Han Mo hasn't come yet.

Yan Yibing pushed away the cold beer and stood up from his seat: "I'll go back and get something, you guys eat first."

Xiao Nuo: "Ice God, then you can go to our captain's room to check, he may be asleep, ask him to come out for dinner."

Yan Yibing wiped his hands: "Okay."

He picked up his mobile phone, put his hands in his pockets and quickly left the restaurant, heading for the eleventh floor.

The Japanese restaurant is on the ninth floor, and their rooms are on the eleventh floor. Taking the stairs is faster than taking the elevator.

As soon as he stepped into the stairs, he saw a group of teenagers rushing to the tenth floor.

"Hurry up, the darts match is about to start!"

"I must get boxing gloves!"

"Nonsense, the glove must belong to me. I am No. 2 in the afternoon. If the first one wins the prize, I can no longer participate."

"That may also appear more powerful."

"Impossible, the more powerful ones have to be played early!"

Yan Yibing slightly raised his eyebrows.

Darts game.

He wanted that boxing glove too.

It's just that his level of playing darts is average, and he is too embarrassed to compete with children in his teens.

But passing by the tenth floor, he still couldn't help walking towards the activity room.

Those children were obviously participating in the competition, and they ran away without a trace.

Yan Yibing wandered around slowly, and when he arrived at the venue, it was almost seven o'clock.

Boom!

A drum sounded, and the game officially started.

Yan Yibing stood outside the glass window and casually raised his eyes to look in.

With just one glance, he was stunned.

Standing in the team, Han Mo was taller than all the other contestants, looking a little too eye-catching.

Han Mo put one hand in his pocket, his face was slightly cold, he was serious, his head was slightly lowered, and his broken hair covered his eyes.

Because of his presence, there were more girls around watching the game.

Yan Yibing crossed his arms, stood quietly in an inconspicuous corner, squinted slightly, and listened to the sighs of the girls around him.

"That tall boy is so handsome."

"He's from the Film Academy. Look at his bracelet. It's still a VIP. He must be very rich."

"Do you dare to ask for a contact information?"

"I dare not, he is so cold, he doesn't even smile."

"But I really like this flirtatious boy. What are you afraid of? Maybe this is a sudden luck."

"Go, go, go, go by yourself, I'm sorry."

Yan Yibing put his shoulder against the glass window, smiled, and looked at Han Mo again.

Does Han Mo also like that boxing glove?

He didn't even eat food, and he didn't watch musicals, so he came to participate in this.

There were already several tourists who had missed the target. They shook their heads in frustration, and complained that darts were too difficult as they returned to the end of the line.

The best scorer was a kid who ran past Yan Yibing just now.

Hit the outer center circle, 25 points.

Soon, it was Han Mo's turn.

Yan Yibing raised his chin slightly to let himself see more clearly.

He hadn't heard that Han Mo could play darts, although this game was a little bit out of touch with their professional training.

In the competition venue, the staff handed Han Mo a marker.

The darts are very beautifully made, the wings are red and black, in the shape of half a maple leaf, the shaft has small scales, stripes like the belly of a cicada, the needle is sharp, and under the bright incandescent lamp, it glows cold silver. Light.

Han Mo pinched the dart in his hand and rubbed it lightly with his fingertips.

The dart twirled around his fingertips, flexible, as if it had grown on his fingertips.

The staff asked him if he wanted to try it once.

Every player before has chosen a chance to try, but trying is not counted as a result, even if it is a good shot.

Han Mo shook his head and didn't speak.

The staff backed away.

Yan Yibing couldn't help holding his breath.

He hadn't even been so nervous when he played a game himself. It was because this was not a game they were familiar with.

But Han Mo was much calmer.

His eyelids trembled slightly, his pupils shrank, and there was a small deep and narrow mark at the end of his eyes.

He held the dart with three fingers, his little finger stretched out naturally, the color under his nails was still light red, and he didn't use too much force.

The dart needle is slightly upward, and the shimmering light and shadow are concentrated on the point of the needle tip, and the sharp light dazzles people's eyes in confusion.

The dart only paused by his ear for a few seconds, Han Mo pursed his lips lightly, and shot cleanly, with a cold light, so fast that people couldn't see the trajectory clearly.

Yan Yibing's eyes were wide open, and the tip of his nose was pressed against the glass, trying to look at it.

This dart, impartial, hit the inner center circle.

The staff whistled violently: "Fifty points!"

Han Mo relaxed a little, stared at the dart board for a moment, then turned around calmly, walked to the end of the line, and took the second round.

Yan Yibing slightly parted his lips in surprise.

Gravity, distance, the sinking speed of the dart tip, and time are similar to their usual quick judgment of the trajectory of various gun bullets. Players who are often in a training state have this sensitivity.

But hitting the bull's-eye in just one shot is definitely not something that can be done with e-sports foundation or good luck.

Han Mo really knows how to play darts, and his level is far beyond that of ordinary people.

When did this guy learn so many tricks?The two girls next to me screamed softly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm crazy!"

"It's heavenly! He looks good and can play darts well. He likes boxing gloves, and he might even be able to box!"

"I can't do it anymore, I must find the contact information, I want to chase him!"

"Sister, don't rob me, I'm about to go through menopause."

Yan Yibing shook his head.

Han Mo definitely doesn't know how to box.

Their e-sports players don't make fun of their bodies and hands, and boxing is easy to get injured.

He likes that glove because he thinks it's cool, and he won't really play with it.

second round.

When it was Han Mo's turn, the cheers became louder.

He seemed more relaxed than the first time, raised his hand, aimed, and threw it out cleanly.

The strength of the wrist makes the dart shoot almost parallel to the ground, there is no suspense, it is still a bullseye.

The kid who was determined to win was obviously disappointed. He was not as good as Han Mo twice, and Han Mo was stronger than the first one in the morning.

In the three rounds of competition, Han Mo won the first place without any suspense.

The boxing gloves fell into his hands.

Yan Yibing stood outside the glass window with a gentle smile in his eyes.

What followed was a simple awards ceremony. He took a few steps back silently, relaxed his arms, and clenched his hands.

Only then did he realize that his nervous palms were sweating.

He didn't continue to watch Han Mo's awards ceremony, after all, the musical was about to start.

As for dinner, he and Han Mo should both be hungry first.

The corner position was vacant, and no one knew that he had appeared here before.

Holding his boxing gloves, Han Mo stood on the podium and took a photo with the dart board.

The kid who didn't get the ranking came over, with a face on his shoulders, and he was about to cry.

"Dude, I really like this glove, why don't you sell it to me cheaply, I'm second, just one place behind you."

What he meant was that if there was no Han Mo, the glove would be his.

But he was willing to admit defeat, and he didn't plan to ask for it for nothing, and planned to buy it back at a price lower than the market price.

Anyway, the gloves are given away for free, and the other party will definitely not ask for a high price.

Han Mo glanced at him indifferently, and put the black bag with gloves on his shoulder: "I'm not short of money."

The child pestered him: "Can I give you some more, this is for nothing."

Han Mo frowned impatiently, and walked out the door: "No."

The child followed up: "Why not, there is no boxing gym here, and you can't play with gloves on, I..." The child had an idea, and choked up, "My dad has a birthday today, I think Give this glove to my dad as a birthday present, okay?"

Han Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face turned cold: "My baby is in a bad mood, and I want to get it right now, and I won't sell it if I don't play with it. Your dad's birthday is none of my business."

The two girls who had been planning for a long time and were about to ask for their phone numbers: "..."

day.

There are really not enough good-looking ones left.

He actually participated in the competition for his girlfriend.

That night, after watching the musical, Yan Yibing rubbed his empty stomach and slowly took the elevator upstairs.

He walked to the door of the room and saw a pair of boxing gloves hanging on the water-gold doorknob.

Cleto Reyes.

The one that Han Mo won.

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