dissatisfied [e-sports]

After finishing playing the game in the game room, Yan Yibing stretched, his eyes were full of sleepiness.

Han Mo put down the handle at the right time: "Go back to sleep."

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and the entire tenth floor was silent.

"Yeah." Yan Yibing stood up, turned off the lights in the game room, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out slowly with Han Mo.

When they reached the stairs, Yan Yibing suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Han Mo, you go back first, I'll go to the hall to have a look."

Han Mo was taken aback: "I accompany you?"

Yan Yibing waved his hand perfunctorily: "No, no, you go to bed first, I'll just take a look and come back."

Han Mo was silent for a few seconds, lowered his eyelids, and said in a low voice, "I see."

There is a music bar in the lobby on the first floor, open 24 hours.

Every night, there will be beautiful women playing the piano or violin, and a group of young people will dance to the sound of the music, enjoying themselves.

The wine there is very expensive, but if you order it, the beauties who play it are very willing to chat with you about your feelings.

I heard that there is a Russian model among the beauties who is very enthusiastic and open.

Yan Yibing was a straight man after all.

Yan Yibing laughed dumbfounded, and asked inexplicably, "What do you know?"

Han Mo closed his eyes, his face became lighter, and he said softly: "Ice God pay attention to your body, I won't disturb you anymore."

Yan Yibing raised his hand, wanting to say goodbye to Han Mo.

But Han Mo had already turned around and left, so he could only withdraw his hand in embarrassment, rubbing the tip of his nose.

Yan Yibing put his hands in his pockets resentfully, he didn't wait for the elevator, but walked slowly downstairs from the tenth floor.

Every floor is very quiet, and the quiet cabin has an unreal comfort.

The sea breeze outside blows in through the gap in the glass door, and it is still a little cool.

He rubbed his arms and quickened his pace.

When he reached the third floor, he could already hear the melodious sound of violins in the hall on the first floor.

Wait until the second floor and look down from the patio.

Men and women are hugging and dancing to the music.

The lights were dim and the smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

But Yan Yibing's destination was not the music bar on the first floor.

He just glanced at the glittering scenery, and went straight to the film table on the second floor.

On the cruise ship, there are many professional photographers taking pictures for tourists. Tourists wear all kinds of beautiful clothes and walk around in the magnificent cruise hall, and they will be stopped to take pictures from time to time.

The photos will not be given to tourists, but will be displayed on the film stage after a few hours.

Tourists can come to the film station to find their own photos at any time. If they think the photos are good, they can buy them for ten dollars.

If it feels bad, it's okay not to.

The photos on the film stage are updated once a day, and the old photos will be shredded by the shredder, so as not to disclose the information of the guests.

So once you miss a photo today, you can never get it back the next day.

Yan Yibing took advantage of the faint light blue light to walk around the film table, looking slowly from top to bottom.

He searched for four or five tables, and finally found the photo on the sixth table.

Yan Yibing's eyes lit up, he took out his credit card from his pocket, inserted it into the machine on one side, then selected the photo he wanted, and paid for it.

The photo is about the size of a palm, but the level of the photo is good.

Han Mo stood on the podium, with a black textured bag on one shoulder, which contained the pair of gloves he won.

He raised his eyes, his face was calm, and he stared at the camera indifferently, with one hand resting lightly on the bag, with slender fingers and beautiful joints.

In the camera, Han Mo is the absolute protagonist. Once his face appears, no one else has time to care about the dart board behind him.

This is the photo left by Han Mo after Yan Yibing left.

He knew that there must be a photographer who captured the moment of winning the championship, and Han Mo would most likely come to find him.

Yan Yibing flicked the photo lightly, and then carefully put it in the brown-yellow bag.

Almost forgot.

Since Han Mo gave him the gloves, he should return the photo to Han Mo as a souvenir.

The accompaniment of the music bar was replaced by a piano, and the girl in red who used to play the violin also became a Russian beauty in a white dress.

Yan Yibing glanced casually, hummed a song and got on the elevator.

Passing by Han Mo's door, he also thought about hanging it at Han Mo's door, but he was afraid of being taken away as garbage, so he took it back to the room.

He put the photo on the table, took off his clothes, and fell asleep easily.

The next day's schedule is only the Bear Mountain Oktoberfest.

It docks at six in the morning, disembarks at seven, and sets sail again at six in the evening, so tourists have almost a whole day to enjoy fine wine and food.

Bear Mountain is a wild mountain with no cable car and only stone roads.

On weekdays, most of the locals come for outings, and there are very few tourists who actually visit the scenic spots.

The reason why it is famous here is because of the annual mountaintop beer festival.

Since there is no cable car, you have to climb to go up the mountain.

There are many roads up the mountain, and the directions are simply marked on the tree trunks or stones with a blue paint pen. Some steps are not even real steps, but just stones that can be used for feet.

Although most routes have gentle slopes and are not very dangerous, they take a long distance and take a long time. If you want to climb to the top of the mountain quickly, you can only walk on a steep and rugged slope.

The mountain was intentionally not overdeveloped.

If you want to participate in the Oktoberfest and drink beer from all over the world prepared by the organizer, you must climb up with skill.

It is precisely because of such a threshold that even if the event is very famous, the people who come to participate will not be crowded.

A lazy person like Yan Yibing must be unwilling to climb mountains.

He could roughly imagine all the beauty he could see looking down from the top of the mountain.

It is nothing more than flowing water, jungles and houses built by Heshi.

These flashing scenery were not enough to make him out of breath for most of the day.

As for the beer from various countries on the top of the mountain, it’s okay if you can’t drink it now, the worst is to go back to online shopping.

So Yan Yibing simply covered the quilt and closed his eyes again.

Even he himself wanted to vomit, he was such an emotionless person.

The other professional players are good young people who love sports. Early in the morning, they all set off with backpacks and climbing sticks.

Before leaving, of course I didn't forget to knock on his door.

Yan Yibing murmured under the quilt: "Have a headache and rest for a while, you go."

When it was quiet outside the door, he turned over and fell asleep again.

This sleep lasted until noon, and when he kicked off the quilt and took the phone, he found that the group had been swamped with landscape photos.

The data on the mobile phone dropped slowly, and Yan Yibing was a little bit pained by the drop.

But the scenery on the mountain is indeed beautiful.

The sun is very good today, and the golden light spots fall on the leaves in the mountains, and the moist dewdrops on the leaves are shining with sparkling waves.

Every angle is a blockbuster.

The professional players had already reached the top of the mountain, and a group of people held a liter of draft beer and cheered in a circle.

In addition to beer, there are barbecues, teppanyaki, hot dogs and baguettes with tents on the top of the mountain.

Ding Luo recorded a short video. In the picture, a group of black brothers, holding a microphone, singing and dancing vigorously, led other tourists to dance and dance, and they had an unusually high time.

Yan Yibing didn't expect the atmosphere to be so exciting, he felt a little regretful.

If he didn't snooze, he would be drinking beer on the top of the mountain now.

【Zero Songtang: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[CNG Yu Yan: Alright, don't be greedy, I've never seen such a lazy person. 】

[ZLS Ding Luo: It's a pity that the Ice God doesn't come. It's not too late to go up the mountain, it's easy to climb, and it will be there in an hour and a half. 】

[Prince Xiao Nuo: Captain, it's a pity that you don't come, it's really delicious, and the hot dog is also very authentic New York style, you can add sauerkraut. 】

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

Han Mo didn't go climbing either?

So he immediately asked in the group.

【Zero Yan Yibing: Who else didn't go besides me? 】

[ZLS Ding Luo: [shy/] Only you and Hanshen. 】

[CNG Yu Yan: Baby, what does your expression mean? 】

[Prince Han Mo: I slept late yesterday and didn't wake up. 】

[ZLS Ding Luo: Oh?You both sleep late at the same time? 】

Yan Yibing put down his phone and glanced towards the door.

One o'clock in the morning, not too late.

Could it be that Han Mo didn't sleep when he went back?

You're not still studying the game video from South Korea, are you?

He puffed up, deflated.

What can I do if I come out to play and meet such a god of learning?

Everyone is thinking about how to play well, but he uses everyone's entertainment time to study.

The competition in the industry is becoming more and more fierce, and the children nowadays are more and more scheming.

Yan Yibing got out of bed, washed up quickly, ran through his hair, put on some clothes that were easy to exercise, and went out.

He thought very darkly, since everyone is playing, Han Mo must not be allowed to progress alone.

So he knocked on Han Mo's door.

Han Mo opened the door with a piece of toast in his mouth.

His lips were slightly drawn, and his lips were a little white, with some bread crumbs on the corners of his lips.

Looking up and seeing Yan Yibing, the light in Han Mo's eyes flashed, and then sank again.

"Is there something wrong with the Ice God?"

Yan Yibing pressed down on the brim of his hat, put his hands in his pockets, and his neckline was half open, revealing a white neck.

He said a little arrogantly: "Stop learning, come out and climb the mountain."

Han Mo: "?"

Before Yan Yibing knocked on the door, he was opening the sliding window, leaning against the fence of the room's balcony, smoking in depression.

He was so sour that he was going crazy, but standing in his position, he had no right to say anything.

It's normal for Yan Yibing to like women, and it's normal to like beautiful women.

He likes Yan Yibing, it's wishful thinking.

So Han Mo restrained himself and locked himself on the balcony for a long time.

The sea was extremely humid last night. There was a layer of seawater hanging on the balcony fence. Taking a deep breath, my lungs were full of salt.

After two puffs of the cigarette, the butt became soft.

The sun didn't get any better until early the next morning, when the seawater on the fence crystallized into tiny grains of salt.

He didn't fall asleep much all night, avoiding the big troops who were going to climb the mountain, squinted for a while, and was about to smoke another cigarette to wake up.

As soon as the cigarette was in his mouth, Yan Yibing knocked on the door.

Han Mo subconsciously threw the cigarette away, turned around and stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth.

He was afraid that when he talked to Yan Yibing, the smell of cigarettes would be unpleasant.

"Mountain climbing?" Han Mo swallowed a mouthful of toast, his voice hoarse from choking.

"Everyone has gone, it's just the two of us who are not bored, and we have nothing to do when we wake up." Yan Yibing pressed the tip of his shoe against Han Mo's door, leaving no room for Han Mo to escape.

Han Mo's eyelids trembled, and the tails of his long and narrow eyes were a bit tired.

He didn't wake up, Yan Yibing slept well.

It seems that Yan Yibing really had a good time yesterday, that's why he slept until noon.

"You go, I'm not going." Han Mo gently closed the door, only to realize that Yan Yibing had blocked the door with his shoe.

Han Mo: "..."

"I don't know the way, I can't go up by myself." Yan Yibing looked calm.

He is an idiot in life, and Han Mo didn't know it for the first time.

There was no way, Han Mo endured the soreness in his heart, went back and changed his clothes, and went out with Yan Yibing.

In order to get to the top of the mountain as soon as possible, they chose the steepest road.

Most of the time on this road, you have to walk with your waist bent, and you can advance but not retreat. It is difficult to think about it when you get to the middle of the mountain.

Han Mo followed behind Yan Yibing, his palms weakly supporting Yan Yibing's back to prevent his feet from slipping and falling off.

Using their hands and feet together, wheezing and panting, they climbed to the top of the mountain in an hour.

As soon as he reached the top, Yan Yibing fell to the ground, his face was flushed, his eyes were staring blankly at the sky, and he couldn't even utter a single word.

Han Mo squatted beside him, and patted his face: "You can climb so fast with poor physical fitness."

He was much better than Yan Yibing, as soon as he stood up straight, he quickly regained his composure.

Han Mo grabbed Yan Yibing's wrist, supported the back of Yan Yibing's head, trying to drag him up.

Yan Yibing's soft and curly hair was twirling his fingers, and there was a light shampoo fragrance on the hair.

Yan Yibing grabbed Han Mo's shoulders, gasped lowly, his lips were glowing red, and his chest heaved violently.

"I'll lie... lie down for a while, okay?"

His voice was surprisingly soft, with a tremor at the end, Han Mo's stomach tightened, and he thought of a very crooked place.

Just climbing a mountain, how come it seems to be... like.

Han Mo bowed his head, his broken hair dangling in front of his eyes: "Go for a walk, or it will be bad for your health, I will help you."

Yan Yibing's face became more and more flushed, blood welled up, and his temples bulged.

He hadn't exercised so vigorously for a long time, so his body couldn't bear it because he climbed too hard.

He had no choice but to put the weight of his body on Han Mo, and with Han Mo's strength, he slowly stood up.

His throat was sore, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, and the discomfort caused by strenuous exercise became more and more obvious.

Han Mo asked: "Are you going to find them?"

Yan Yibing shook his head sadly: "I can't drink anymore."

He needs to slow down for a while.

It takes at least an hour to slow down, and it is estimated that going down the mountain will be a torment.

If he had known, he would have been cool in the VIP mud bath on the cruise ship.

Han Mo lightly sighed, his eyes glanced elsewhere, and there was some resentment hidden in his voice: "You must have drunk too much last night."

Almost half of Yan Yibing's body was pressed against Han Mo, and his head was tilted on Han Mo's shoulder, half dead.

Hearing this, he raised his eyelids, his almond-shaped eyes trembled slightly: "What are you drinking too much?"

Han Mo didn't say a word, just supporting him silently, walking back and forth on the flat ground.

The distant uproar and joyful uproar had nothing to do with them.

Originally, he didn't want to join in the fun.

"That's right." Yan Yibing remembered something, reached into his pocket, and took out a small brown paper bag.

He feebly stuffed the paper bag into Han Mo's palm.

"Well, I almost forgot."

Han Mo lowered his gaze, holding a very thin piece of paper, and asked, "What is it?"

"You'll know if you look at it."

So Han Mo gently opened the paper seal with his fingertips, and took out a photo from inside.

It was left when he presented the awards in the darts competition, but why is the photo in Yan Yibing's place?

Yan Yibing muttered: "Fortunately, I went there in time last night, otherwise I would have dealt with it today. I found it from the film table, so you can keep it."

Han Mo paused, not daring to say anything: "You went downstairs last night to find this?"

"Ah."

Yan Yibing felt that Han Mo was making a fuss.

When he heard that Han Mo could play darts and could win him a pair of boxing gloves, he didn't make such a fuss.

Han Mo's hand holding him tightened suddenly, and the depression and sourness in his heart disappeared.

So Yan Yibing didn't go to drink with the girl, but went to take this photo for him.

Han Mo took a deep breath, and asked meaningfully in a low voice, "Master, has anyone told you that it's easy to do this kind of thing..."

"Huh?" Yan Yibing asked in doubt.

Han Mo slid his fingers down, wrapped his arms around his waist calmly, and helped him to the side seat.

Yan Yibing took advantage of the situation and put his knees on the armrest of the seat, swayed his legs, and said, "Han Mo, I'm so tired."

Han Mo squatted beside him, holding his ankle with one hand, and said softly, "I'll rub it for you."

The author has something to say: Han Mo: It's easy to be fucked by me for doing this kind of thing.