dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing hooked off the boxing glove with the tip of his index finger, held it in his arms, and touched it.

It feels good in the hand, and there is a smell unique to new unpacked gloves on the leather.

He put his palm into the glove, clenched his fist and swung it twice. The glove lightly hit the door with a muffled sound, and his fingers felt no discomfort at all.

It is indeed his favorite brand.

Yan Yibing took off his gloves and glanced at Han Mo's door.

The door was closed tightly, but the small light on the door was green, indicating that someone was inside.

He couldn't help but smile with his eyes bent, and simply walked to Han Mo's door with his gloves in his arms, and knocked on the door twice.

Half a minute later, there was a noise inside and the door opened.

Han Mo's hair was a little messy, the computer on the desktop in the room was turned on, and the computer screen was shining blue.

When he opened the door and saw Yan Yibing, Han Mo couldn't help but tighten his lips, pressed his fingers tightly on the door frame, and looked away a little.

Yan Yibing lazily leaned against the wall, brushed his thumb over the boxing glove in his hand, and asked Han Mo, "Did you give it to me?"

Han Mo rolled his tense Adam's apple, drooped his eyelids, then nodded, and said softly, "Are you still angry?"

Yan Yibing immediately thought about what happened at noon.

He went into the bathroom angrily, and told Han Mo to mind his own business.

It turned out that Han Mo thought he was angry, so he won the boxing gloves back to coax him.

Yan Yibing was a little surprised, he just mentioned it casually when passing by the activity room, Han Mo knew that he liked this prize, and then he was able to win it back.

Yan Yibing curled up his lower lip, looked at Han Mo from top to bottom, and looked at it very carefully, and then said lightly, "I'm not really angry with you."

He was telling the truth.

Although Han Mo's emotions were a bit inexplicable, it was very unreasonable to hold on to Liang Hefeng.

But Yan Yibing felt that it wasn't worth it for the sake of Liang Hefeng and Han.

"When did Hanshen know how to play darts?" Yan Yibing asked.

Han Mo didn't want to mention his past when he couldn't get on the stage, so he said softly: "People who play at night are too stupid, I'm lucky."

"Oh." Yan Yibing nodded thoughtfully, but didn't expose him.

If you are lucky, you can hit the inner center circle again and again. This kind of luck is better than buying a lottery ticket.

Han Mo didn't know that he watched the whole game.

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the gloves, and he muttered, "Cleto Reyes' gloves cost two hundred dollars a pair, which is not cheap."

Han Mo frowned, thinking that Yan Yi Bing meant that he didn't want it, and he was just about to speak.

Yan Yibing said slowly, "So I accepted it because I really like it, thank you."

Han Mo closed his mouth.

Yan Yi Bingle sent the gloves back to his room, stuffed them into the suitcase, closed the door again, and turned back to Han Mo's door.

"Have you eaten yet? I just watched the musical and I haven't eaten yet."

Han Mo raised his eyebrows.

He remembered that Yan Yibing was leaving with the main force, but since he had time to eat, what did Yan Yibing do?

"I didn't eat either. I'm not very hungry."

Yan Yibing raised his head and looked into Han Mo's room through the gap between his shoulders: "What are you doing?"

Han Mo moved out of the way and said in a low voice, "I have nothing to do, I'm watching the game."

Seeing that he didn't stop him, Yan Yibing walked in, his gaze fell on Han Mo's computer screen.

The game screen has been paused, but Yan Yibing took a glance and found that it was the PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds competition in Korea this year.

In the East Asia Tournament, their opponents are these people.

Han Mo was knowing his opponent ahead of time.

It's too hard, and it's still a vacation.

Yan Yibing didn't sit on the chair, but bowed down, with his hands resting on the table, the lines of his back were very clear.

He asked, "How did it look?"

Han Mo said indifferently: "Not bad." After a while, he changed his description, "Very strong."

"Yes." Yan Yibing nodded.

South Korea has always been a strong opponent.

Yan Yibing closed Han Mo's computer casually, and said softly, "We can win."

Han Mo subconsciously clenched his fists.

Yan Yibing just said... us.

In the two years of hostile e-sports career, this is almost unthinkable.

But because of the holding of the East Asian Competition, this matter is about to become a reality.

They all knew that there must be two of them among the four Chinese team members selected in the East Asia Tournament.

But Yan Yibing's words like fighting side by side still had a lot of meaning to Han Mo.

Han Mo's chest was a little sore, he paused for a while, and then nodded slightly.

Yan Yibing lazily stood up straight, rubbed his waist: "Stop working hard, accompany me to eat something, we are the only ones not eating right now."

Han Mo had long forgotten about analyzing his opponent, and when Yan Yibing said it, he also felt a little hungry.

He grabbed his coat casually: "OK."

Before Yan Yibing went out, he casually looked around Han Mo's room, a little strange: "Why didn't the housekeeper clean up your room for you, it's too disgraceful."

The quilts in his room were neatly laid out, but Han Mo's place was still as messy as last night.

Last night, he slept in this bed.

Han Mo wrote lightly: "I'll talk to them tomorrow, it's too late today, forget it."

Yan Yibing shrugged, but didn't care.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and only the cafeteria was still open.

They got to the restaurant and there was nothing but fruit, pizza and a little burger.

The pizza is freshly baked, with boxes of peppers and tomato sauce on the side.

The chefs who bake the pizza are all Italian, and the taste is very authentic.

Han Mo and Yan Yibing each took two pieces of pizza, Han Mo squeezed tomato sauce, and Yan Yibing took some chili powder.

There is also an unlimited supply of milk by the fruit counter.

Yan Yibing raised his chin: "Get two glasses of milk?"

Han Mo put down the pizza and asked, "Do you want chocolate or strawberry?"

Milk only has these two flavors, and it doesn't have the oatmeal flavor that Yan Yibing likes to drink.

"Strawberry."

"it is good."

Han Mo brought himself a cup of chocolate, and Yan Yibing a strawberry.

Yan Yibing tore open the package, raised his neck, and took two or three sips.

He was really thirsty.

Strawberry mixed with the milky fragrance quickly spread in the square inch space, and Han Mo also smelled that smell.

He lowered his head and silently ate the pizza. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Yan Yibing licking the corner of his lips in satisfaction.

The tip of the tongue is red, and the lips are stained with light pink milk.

He suddenly didn't want to drink the chocolate milk on hand.

Why is the strawberry flavor so attractive?

After eating two pieces of pizza and having something in his stomach, Yan Yibing checked the time.

It's already eleven o'clock.

But according to their schedule, it's still early to go to bed.

Tomorrow's destination is the Bear Mountain Beer Festival, where you can taste all kinds of beer to your heart's content, so tonight, everyone agrees to have no drinks.

Yan Yibing wiped his mouth: "The children must be sleeping now, shall we go to the game hall to play Xbox?"

The TV screen in the room on the cruise ship is too small to enjoy playing, the big screen in the game room for minors is better.

Because the game room is open 24 hours a day, there are many guns during the day, and there are very few people at night.

Adults can take advantage of this gap to pass two addictions.

Han Mo was a little embarrassed: "I haven't played before."

Although he is an e-sports player, he has never touched a game console like PSP, Xboxone, or switch.

His life is actually very monotonous. Games are both his dream and his work. He doesn't want to distract himself.

Yan Yibing gave a "tsk" and said meaningfully: "Captain Han finally has something he doesn't know how to play with."

Han Mo nodded: "A lot." Yan Yibing comforted him: "It's okay, it's very simple, I'll teach you."

Saying the phrase "I'll teach you", both of them were a little dazed.

At the beginning, Yan Yibing also had a lazy look, with pursed lips, almond-shaped eyes slightly curved, fingers resting on Han Mo's shoulder: "I'll teach you how to play PUBG, I'm very good at it."

Han Mo accidentally bit the tip of his tongue and felt a tingling pain.

His voice was hoarse: "Okay."

The two walked up the stairs towards the tenth floor.

There were a lot fewer people at night, and the night outside the window was still full of darkness, the waves were rolling, and the night was quiet. The cruise ship continued to sail to the next destination.

Walking to the door of the game room, there was no sound of playing games, Yan Yibing's eyes lit up.

They were just about to open the door and go in, when four people ran wildly from not far away.

"Quick, quick, we just came first, we just went back to get some clothes!"

The fastest one shouted at Yan Yi Bing and Han Mo.

Yan Yibing raised his eyes and glanced at them, he probably came here to play games while he had a spare time.

He said softly: "The two screens inside are empty."

The person at the head was panting: "There are four of us."

Yan Yibing said lightly: "So you are planning to occupy two machines?"

The man said confidently: "We brought the minors here."

He pushed out a skinny companion, suggesting to Yan Yi Bing that it was only natural for them to go in and play.

The minor who was pushed out lowered his head guiltily, his cowardly eyes cast wildly, and his back was slightly hunched.

Yan Yibing knew at a glance that he was talking nonsense, so he hooked Han Mo's shoulders, raised his chin, and said frankly: "Our children are also underage."

Han Mo looked sideways and gave him a meaningful glance.

Yan Yibing lightly tapped Han Mo's shoulder with his fingers, signaling him not to reveal his secrets.

Anyway, the age of 19 is about the same, and it is not too much to pretend to be a minor.

After all, Han Mo didn't expose him.

The hunchback touched the boss lightly, and said in a low voice, "We can just play with one, and play in rotation."

The boss was furious: "I've been waiting for these two machines for a day. If I had been playing alternately, I would have been able to play them long ago. Don't I just want to connect to the Internet!"

The hunchback shut his mouth cowardly, and shrank back.

The boss stuck out his sagging belly: "If you want to compete, you can give us the game console if you lose. It's fair enough."

Yan Yibing and Han Mo looked at each other.

Han Mo frowned: "I'm not very good at playing."

Yan Yibing sighed: "This is our kid's first contact with a game console, and he only knows how to cut fruit. Is it better than cutting fruit?" The boss snorted lightly: "Are you kidding me?"

The people behind him also echoed: "That's right, who plays such a childish game of cutting fruit."

"If you don't know how to play, just stop playing."

Even the hunchback who had been guilty all the time straightened his neck: "If you don't dare to compare, give it to us. We are preparing to play Battlefield online."

The boss unscrewed the Coke bottle in his hand, took a sip, and his stomach tensed: "There is a battle between two heroes in the field. Whoever dies first will leave. During the few days on the cruise ship, no one is allowed to come to the game room, okay?"

Han Mo's face was slightly cold, and he asked quietly: "What are the two heroes in the battlefield?"

He didn't know anything about it.

The other party knew that he couldn't play, so he chose the games he was good at to compare with them.

Han Mo's patience was limited, Yan Yibing wanted to play, and if someone stopped him, he would be responsible for driving them away.

After finishing speaking, Han Mo took a step forward and rolled up the sleeves of his coat.

He was tall and muscular, and his face darkened, which was indeed a bit scary.

The most cowardly hunchback saw that the situation was not good, and quickly slipped behind the boss.

Yan Yibing grabbed Han Mo by the collar and pulled him back.

"Don't worry, I promise you will learn it."

Yan Yibing had a smile on his eyebrows, his half-length hair was slightly curled and hung by his ears, looking gentle and refined.

He calmly asked: "Are you sure you want to compete with us in FPS games?" (No.1 is called shooting games)

Han Mo raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

FPS.

So it bumped into their profession?

The boss sneered: "Stop talking nonsense, if you dare to compare, if you don't dare to compare, hurry up and leave."

Yan Yibing smiled, and said with a good temper: "Competition, comparison, what you said, whoever loses can't come to the game room these days."

After all, Yan Yibing opened the door first and went in.

Han Mo had no choice but to follow him.

Yan Yibing chose the machine on the left, the Xbox was connected, and the two controllers were placed on the table.

Han Mo was helpless: "I didn't expect to have a competition when traveling."

"Haven't you already compared once?"

Yan Yibing pulled the chair over, sat down, and lazily raised his legs.

Waiting for Han Mo to sit beside him, Yan Yibing turned the handle and said invisibly, "I saw the darts competition, it's amazing, Hanshen."

The ending sound is slightly raised, which makes people's hearts tremble.

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