dissatisfied [e-sports]

On the last day of the vacation, it was on Mount Hakone.

Although it is still on vacation, everyone has received work arrangements from the club one after another.

Calculating the time, there are still two months before the East Asian competition, and the atmosphere of resuming work is getting stronger and stronger.

The captains of several teams started the live broadcast directly in the hotel, and didn't eat much for dinner.

Yan Yibing also signed an electronic contract with Qiyu Peak, and when he returned from vacation, he had to shoot an advertisement.

The coach also sent him a copy of the South Korean competition video that Han Mo watched, so that he could do more research in his spare time.

Yan Yi Bing watched the first scene for half an hour, and couldn't help but light a cigarette.

As Han Mo said at the beginning, very strong.

This game will never be easy.

But when he thought that his teammates would soon be Han Mo, Yu Yan and Chen Chi, Yan Yibing felt at ease again.

At least the burden is not on him alone, this group of people will never allow themselves to lose.

After watching for a while, he turned off the computer and turned on the TV.

The nightlife in Yamauchi ends very early, and there are no shops open at six o'clock in the evening.

Apart from the hotel's hot springs, there is nowhere else to go.

He was too embarrassed to disturb other people, because everyone was busy with business tonight.

Yan Yibing was leaning on the bed with the window half open, breathing in the fresh air while picking up channels.

There are several channels broadcasting anime, but there is no translation, he can't understand it, and he still finds it boring after broadcasting it from beginning to end.

But without knowing what button was pressed, the TV interface suddenly jumped to the menu.

Among them is a【Adultの......】

He seemed to understand what it meant.

Yi Bing has also read some of the island nation's speeches, and is still very sensitive to some of the words on the propaganda cover.

He knows that this channel is for that kind of show.

He let out a light breath.

It was a bit of a loss not to appreciate the local characteristics after finally coming here.

So he moved his mind and pressed his fingers.

The TV buffered for a moment, and soon opened a new world.

There are a list of hundreds of movies, all of which are free.

There are also many Chinese characters in Japanese, and Yan Yibing can barely understand half of them.

He clicked on a seemingly explosive title, and as the screen gradually brightened, he heard a burst of ambiguous and seductive music.

The first person to appear on the screen was a handsome, slender boy who seemed to be not tall.

He couldn't help feeling a little disgusted.

With this figure, are you sure you can play as fast as the title says?

The boy had long yellow hair and was wearing a Japanese school uniform, walking on the street with obvious traces of acting.

Uniforms, campuses, groves?

Yan Yibing's interest dropped a bit, because the boy didn't look like a student anymore.

But it must be the beautiful and sexy young female teacher who plays the opposite role with the skinny student.

He doesn't like Nianxia movies very much.

As a result, the boy walked for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hands from nowhere, and covered his head with a black plastic bag. Before he could struggle, he fainted and was pushed into a car and taken away.

Yan Yibing: "......"

Oh wow.

Anti-routine?

Sure enough, any industry needs continuous innovation and evolution, and obedience to stereotypes will eventually be abandoned by the market.

It seems that the film crew also knows that the same students and teachers are very dull and boring, so this is going to shoot innocent students and gangsters?

Soon, Yan Yibing saw the underworld... big brother?

The boy was taken to a small room, his hands and feet were tied with belts, and he cowered in a corner. A big brother with sunglasses, a bad face but a good figure ripped off the plastic bag on his head.

Yan Yibing was amazed.

Good guy, brother is trying to pimp the eldest sister?

But to be honest, a film has been acted for 5 minutes, and the heroine has not appeared, so the sales must be very bad.

Impatient, Yan Yibing fast forwarded 10 minutes.

Then he heard the boy's urgent and embarrassed low cry.

The elder brother didn't leave either, the elder brother was... touching that boy.

Skillful and provocative, full of pressure.

Yan Yibing's expression changed instantly.

He suddenly realized that he was wrong about his sexuality.

This film is about two men, the white and thin one, who is about to be fucked.

He quickly turned off the TV and rubbed his eyes fiercely, but the few images printed in his mind still lingered.

The boy was coerced, his eyes were red, tears were flowing, and his lips were swollen from kisses, but he had a sense of abstinence that attracted bullying.

The acting skills of the gangster brother are very good. Although his face is ordinary, he is particularly outstanding in other aspects.

Such a male actor, why don't he shoot with a soft girl instead of a man.

Yan Yibing's heart was beating wildly, the sides of his face blushed uncontrollably, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.

He has never seen this kind of film, and he doesn't even know how men and men make it to the end.

This flashing fragment had too much impact on him.

The more he wanted to forget, the deeper he remembered.

The wind in the mountains did not know when it stopped.

The house became hot and dry again.

Yan Yibing's chest was full of fire, and he couldn't hold it back.

He put on his bathrobe, ready to go to a hot spring to cool off.

The hotel they stayed in was very luxurious, so there were not many tourists.

Hot springs are divided into private hot springs and public hot springs.

Private soup can be mixed with men and women, but all time slots are reserved.

Public hot springs distinguish between men and women, and you must be naked to enter.

As a southerner, Yan Yibing is actually not used to being naked in front of strangers.

But before he went in, he asked the front desk. The front desk said that there were almost no people in the public hot springs at this time, and everyone was soaking in this way. No one would stare at other people's figures, which was impolite.

Yan Yibing nodded, took the mask, lotion and towels from the front desk, and walked into the hot spring with a heavy heart.

The hotel's public hot spring area is very large, but it is indoors, connected to the washroom, and you can wash it directly after soaking.

Yan Yibing walked into the locker room and found that it was indeed quiet and there was no one there.

He felt relieved, locked the bathrobe and small items in the cabinet, then covered his belly uncomfortably, and pushed open the door of the hot spring room.

The mist was lingering inside, and there was a light smell of flower essential oil.

He took a step forward, raised his eyes slightly, and paused slightly.

There are people inside, but only one.

Half of the man was soaking in the hot spring, with his back and shoulders exposed.

He turned his back to Yan Yibing, his arms resting lazily on the edge of the pool, his wet black hair tightly pressed against his neck.

His back muscles are very beautiful. This posture makes the lines of the butterfly bones more clear. Under the dense mist, the spine presents a smooth line.

Hearing the sound of the door, he raised his head slightly and hid himself in the water without looking back.

It's not that Yan Yibing left, and it's not if he doesn't.

But since everyone is here, it's a pity not to soak.

So he stepped on the wet wooden floor and walked gently towards the pool opposite the man.

As long as you stay away, it doesn't matter if it's embarrassing or not.

The ground was very wet, and Yan Yibing was afraid of slipping, so he walked to the edge of the pool, first squatted down, and tentatively stretched one leg down to check the depth.

But at a certain moment, he suddenly had a strong feeling.

The man was staring at him.

The temperature in his eyes seemed to be transmitted through the mist, and Yan Yibing's whole body became stiff.

He swallowed his saliva, quickly got into the hot spring water, and hid himself as if he had done something wrong.

Sure enough, it was still too embarrassing, he shouldn't have come in.

The water temperature is not low, and the temperature gauge by the pool shows 42 degrees.

After Yan Yibing hid for a while, his skin became hot and red, and his breathing became more and more stuffy. He had to expose half of his body out of the water.

After taking a few breaths, the lungs are more comfortable.

Through the water mist, he caught a glimpse of the pool opposite, and the temperature was only 38 degrees.

No wonder that person stayed so comfortably and didn't feel hot at all.

He looked enviously at the opposite pool, but within a few minutes, the man suddenly glanced sideways.

Yan Yibing had no choice but to shrink back and hide his chest under the edge of the pool.

It's so awkward, he's not wearing anything, and neither is the other party.

Moreover, the water mist was lingering, and he couldn't see who was on the other side.

He didn't want to soak at all.

The water was so hot that he felt his skin was scalded.

But if the other side didn't go, he was too embarrassed to go out.

Otherwise, wouldn't he be seen thoroughly again?

Yan Yibing didn't speak, but reluctantly endured it, and hid in the hot water for 15 minutes.

He could feel that his hair was drenched with sweat, his eyes were blurry, and his limbs were weak.

The air in the hot spring pool is not good, the lungs are getting more and more stuffy, and the oxygen available for breathing is also very thin.

He really couldn't stay any longer, he was afraid he would faint.

Yan Yibing had no choice but to get up from the pool, but when he supported the edge of the pool with both hands, his forearm shook, and he slid down uncontrollably.

He was flustered, but he couldn't exert any strength, he could only watch the hot water flood his body again.

"I......"

As soon as he uttered a word, his eyes turned black.

Mind dazed from lack of oxygen, he could barely hold onto the edge of the pool.

Just when he thought he was going to slide into the pool, there was a splashing sound of water, and then, a strong force grabbed him.

The man's hand was strong, grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the water.

Yan Yibing felt that he was hugged tightly by someone, and he felt a little cool against that person's skin.

Unable to help himself, Yan Yibing wrapped his arms around the man's waist.

He felt the man's muscles tense, and then he was suddenly lifted up and carried all the way out of the hot spring room.

The temperature in the washroom is much lower, and the air is unobstructed. The floor is slightly cool and damp, and there is a faint fragrance of shower gel in the air.

Yan Yibing was placed on the ground, and someone patted his face lightly.

"Wake up, Master."

When Yan Yibing heard the voice, his eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes.

It was still dark in front of my eyes, but my body was gradually regaining strength.

The fresh air floated in, and the lungs did not feel particularly uncomfortable.

His eyes gradually cleared up, and he saw Han Mo's face clearly.

Han Mo's body was covered with water, and water droplets dripped down along the tips of his hair and landed on Yan Yibing's body.

The water droplets are also cool, which makes people very comfortable.

With a hoarse voice, Yan Yibing asked vaguely, "Is that you in the hot spring room?"

Han Mo closed his eyes and agreed.

He knew from the very beginning that it was Yan Yibing who came in.

He will never forget Yan Yibing's figure.

But he didn't dare to say hello rashly.

His favorite person, with his naked back facing him, slowly submerged into the water, with a narrow waist, a delicate back, and long and straight legs.

He reacted uncontrollably.

The reason why he didn't dare to come out of the pool was because he was afraid that Yan Yibing would see these reactions.

But when he found that Yan Yibing was dizzy, he couldn't care less, so he hurried over and hugged Yan Yibing out.

Yan Yibing was hot all over, and his hot skin was a lovely pink under the soft light.

His body soaked in water was as tender as tofu, and it was so tightly attached to his body that he had nowhere to hide.

Until now, Han Mo's reaction has not subsided, so he had no choice but to squat down and cover himself with his knees.

Fortunately, Yan Yibing's eyes were blurred, so he couldn't notice it.

Yan Yibing coughed twice, and murmured: "If I knew it was you, I wouldn't have to soak in it. I'm so hot."

He raised his hand and pressed his temple, his half-length hair was messily stuck to the side of his face, his lips were moist and red.

Han Mo's chest felt hot, and he whispered, "Is it better?"

Yan Yibing frowned, lay on the ground and shook his head: "I'm still a little dizzy."

Han Mo pinched the heel of his leg fiercely, the pain hit him, and his desire retreated a little.

But as long as he took another look at Yan Yibing, no amount of pain would help.

Han Mo also broke out in sweat.

"Close your eyes." Han Mo took a deep breath, a trace of sweat slipped from his temples.

"Why?" Although Yan Yibing asked, he obediently closed his eyes.

Han Mo rushed out of the door where he couldn't see, opened the cabinet, found a bathrobe and put it on.

The bathrobe is fat, but if you don't pay attention, you can still see the abnormality of his body.

But Han Mo couldn't care less, he returned to the bathroom, Yan Yi Bing had already opened his eyes.

"what are you going to do?"

"a little cold."

After Han Mo finished speaking, he took a shower, adjusted the temperature, and poured it evenly on Yan Yibing's body.Yan Yibing felt more comfortable as the soothing water flowed past.

He turned sideways slowly, supported the ground with one hand, and sat up slowly.

"Give it to me, you go wash it too, don't catch a cold."

With his head down, Yan Yibing raised his hand to catch the shower in Han Mo's hand.

The moment his fingertips touched, Yan Yibing suddenly remembered the scene in the film.

The big brother of the underworld forced the boy into a corner, the boy was in a mess, but the big brother was in a suit and leather shoes, condescending.

At this moment, he was also naked, limp on the ground, and his whole body was red with heat.

And Han Mo was neatly dressed in a bathrobe, his beautiful arm muscles were faintly visible.

There is still a little difference, Han Mo looks much better than the big brother in the movie.

And there is no need to act, when Han Mo threatened Liang's mother, he really had the ruthlessness of messing around with society.

Yan Yibing thought he was crazy.

Han Mo is his apprentice, how could he substitute Han Mo in that kind of film.

"Cough...give it to me."

Yan Yibing raised his eyes, trying to take the shower away from Han Mo's hand.

Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple, his eyes darkened, and he pressed his fingertips against Yan Yibing's little nails: "Can you do it?"

"fine."

Yan Yibing asked for the shower.

The disappointment in Han Mo's eyes flashed past, but Yan Yibing suddenly stopped, and then supported his shoulders, kneeling and sitting up.

"Wait, there's an eyelash."

There was an eyelash in the corner of Han Mo's eye that fell off, and it was almost slipping into his eye.

Without even thinking about it, Yan Yibing leaned closer and blew lightly, blowing off his eyelashes.

The light air brushed past the corners of his eyes, and Han Mo's chest seemed to be filled with a fragile balloon, which suddenly exploded.

His blood was boiling presumptuously, and evil thoughts were clamoring, about to swallow his sanity.

Han Mo's eyes fell on Yan Yibing's collarbone.

The soaked pink collarbone rises and falls with breathing, and the neck socket is slightly deep, holding a drop of water.

Yan Yibing's neck was long and slender, his Adam's apple was slightly protruding, round and beautiful.

Han Mo thought so much, and rubbed that beautiful Adam's apple between his lips.

He dazed for a moment, clenched his fists tightly, and the palm of his nails hurt.

Yan Yibing distanced himself and said naturally, "Okay."

Yan Yibing's eyes were moist and clear, like a shallow pool, completely innocent.

His eyelashes are curled, his eyelids are beautifully creased, and his trusting and honest eyes seem to be able to see the bottom at a glance.

Han Mo felt ashamed of his presumptuous and crazy desires.

His master was afraid that he would lose his eyesight, but in those few seconds, he thought of a hundred ways to overwhelm Yan Yibing.

Straight men are fucking.

hook people.

"If one day I'm too impulsive, it's completely Ice God's fault."

"Huh?" Yan Yibing frowned, Xinghe stared, "Why do you depend on me?"