dissatisfied [e-sports]

The washroom is similar to a public bath, with a total of [-] shower heads, each with a mirror, a wooden table, and a small bench.

There are all kinds of toiletries on the table, the small bench is for people to sit on, and the shower head needs to be flushed by hand.

Yan Yibing had never taken a bath in front of others, but Han Mo must have seen him all when he was taken out.

He sat silently on the bench, facing the mirror, and rinsed off the shampoo with water.

The slippery foam rolled down the skin, he opened his eyes under the continuous water column, and through the mirror, he found Han Mo still wearing a bathrobe, standing not far away.

The white bathrobe was loosely draped over Han Mo's shoulders, the neckline was half open, revealing a small piece of tight skin.

The bathroom was very foggy, and he was always wet, and it must have been uncomfortable to wear a bathrobe.

But Han Mo didn't react in the slightest, just occasionally raised his eyes, looked at the small window, and took a deep breath.

"You don't wash?" Yan Yibing asked suspiciously.

Han Mo whispered, his voice a little hoarse: "Go back to the room and wash."

Yan Yibing shook his hair, and squeezed some orange-scented shower gel on his body: "I remember you are from the north, don't you northerners don't care about everyone washing together?"

"I'm not used to sitting and washing." Han Mo said vaguely.

Northerners don't mind being with other people, but he can't now.

As long as he took off his bathrobe, Yan Yibing would definitely discover his unspoken desire.

It's useless to pinch your thighs green, and it's also useless to meditate on Buddhist scriptures.

When Baoyan Yi Bing came out, he saw there, a well-behaved, quiet, pink ball.

so cute.

People are white, and the color there is light, and the hot spring water stimulates it to swell a little, and the development is very good.

His head is now full of yellow waste. If it weren't for the cool wind blowing against the window, he was afraid that his brain would stop working and give the right to think to his lower body.

Yan Yibing hesitated and said, "Then... you go back first?"

Han Mo glanced at him meaningfully: "Wait for you, lest you faint."

"Oh."

Yan Yibing was also uncomfortable, so he hurriedly washed off the shower gel, and stepped on the wooden floor with his bare feet, leaving dark footprints one after another.

He went to get a bathrobe from the cabinet and wrapped it tightly around his body.

The bathroom is filled with the scent of oranges, as well as the vaguely humid temperature.

Han Mo pressed the tip of his tongue, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He probably won't forget the scene.

He closed the door of the bathroom casually, followed behind Yan Yibing, opened a certain distance, and slowly walked back to the room.

Yan Yibing arrived at the door, wiped his hair with a bathrobe, and said briskly, "Thank you just now."

His skin has completely returned to fairness, the flush on his cheeks has also faded, and he is very energetic.

Han Mo's eyes trembled slightly, and he said softly, "There are floating hairs."

"Where?" Yan Yibing was stunned for a moment.

"Come here." Han Mo stretched out his fingers, and while Yan Yi Bing was approaching, he pressed his fingertips against the root of his collarbone, and rubbed it lightly.

Soft and warm skin, in fact, there is not a single floating hair.

Han Mo rubbed his fingertips, and said calmly: "Okay, the quality of the bathrobe is not very good."

Yan Yibing had no doubts at all, and he didn't mind that when Han Mo helped him, he accidentally peeled off his collar, exposing half of his collarbone.

He also kindly said: "Go to bed early, you have to go back to China tomorrow."

"Yeah." Han Mo went back to the room, and casually threw the wet bathrobe on the sofa.

His body still smelled of strong medicinal soup, but now that the water has evaporated, his body is still a little sticky.

He stepped into the shower room, turned on the water, and vented his unspeakable desire while thinking about Yan Yibing's pink body.

Early the next morning, everyone returned home like an arrow.

After more than eight hours of tossing and turning on the road, I finally landed at Modu Airport.

At the airport, they said goodbye to each other and went back to their respective homes.

Everyone is a little uncomfortable to return to the high-intensity training life.

Yan Yibing often got up late these days, but after being given a serious lesson by the coach, he corrected his attitude and took the lead.

One morning a week later, the phone alert vibrated.

Yan Yibing glanced at it, feeling a little dazed.

Holding his mobile phone, he avoided Song Tang and the others, and went to the meeting room alone to make a call.

"Are you Yakang flowers? I want to order a bouquet of lilies and calla lilies and send them to Xishan Cemetery for me."

"Excuse me, do you have a member of our family?"

"Yes, my name is Yan Yibing."

"Ah, I found it. You also ordered bouquets from us last year and the year before last. May I ask if you still send them in the evening this year, avoiding the family members of the deceased?"

"This year...no need, send it at noon when the sun is at its best."

"Okay, I will send you the payment QR code here."

After ordering the flowers, Yan Yibing threw the phone on the table, pulled out the chair by himself, and idly lit a cigarette.

The shredded tobacco gently brushed past his eyes, and the strong smell made his throat tickle slightly.

He finished smoking a cigarette, patted the smell on his body, and as if nothing had happened, he picked up his mobile phone and left the door of the meeting room.

Sitting in front of the computer screen, he discarded all distracting thoughts and began to concentrate on practicing.

After practicing for another hour, Song Tang called him to eat, but Yan Yibing was a little sleepy, so he waved his hand and went back to the room by himself.

He was about to take a nap when Liang Hefeng called while he was half awake and half asleep.

Yan Yibing picked it up in a daze, and before he could speak, Liang Hefeng said eagerly: "Bing, I asked you to contact the acquaintance in the commentary circle before, have you found it, the East Asian competition is about to start, I want to seize this time Chance."

Yan Yibing rubbed his temples, sat up reluctantly, and murmured: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Duo Meng's side may not be very good, they ask for fresh meat under the age of 20, and now Yu Yan pushed me A person who also runs a club, they specialize in commentary, but I’m not familiar with it, so I can only push his WeChat to you, you can chat with him.”

Liang Hefeng: "...All right."

He was actually a little disappointed.

For such an important matter to him, Yan Yi Bing was so focused on having fun that he forgot to tell him.

Moreover, this person was pushed over from Yu Yan, so it's because he was not familiar with Yan Yibing, so he couldn't get special care for him.

Liang Hefeng knew that his age was not an advantage, he thought that he would put down his face and count on Yan Yibing, the only one he could rely on, to find another way to reach the peak of his career.

But the reality was much worse than he imagined.

"I pushed it to you. You can understand it first. I'm a little sleepy. Go to bed first."

Yan Yibing was in a daze, unable to hear the disappointment in Liang Hefeng's tone. After hanging up the phone, he fell on the bed and fell asleep again.

Liang Hefeng squeezed the phone and swallowed what he hadn't finished speaking.

Behind her, Liang's mother cursed at the top of her voice: "Look at what kind of shitty friends you have! Look at his superiority, he just doesn't want to help you, you are no longer on the same level as him, sober up!"

Liang Hefeng scratched his hair impatiently: "Bing has already pushed me a boss, can you calm down a bit."

Liang's mother sneered: "Pushed a boss? Don't you still have to interview, and they may fire you! If I say you pester Yan Yibing, isn't it that the whole Zero club is pointing at him alone? It’s okay if he asks you to go back to play, who can refuse him? If he doesn’t do it, he just doesn’t want to!”

Liang Hefeng sighed, and said impatiently: "The e-sports circle is not what you think, it is impossible to play games at the age of 25, do you understand?"

Liang's mother: "Yan Yibing is not 25? You know everything, why did you drop out of school to engage in this crap! Why don't you go to university and find a job, our family is also solid!"

Liang Hefeng said, "Would it be possible to make as much money as I do now if you go to a bad university and find a bad job? You know they only make a few thousand yuan a month, and I'll make it out after one live broadcast!"

Liang's mother: "He has an iron rice bowl, which can be eaten for a lifetime. What about you, who will watch your live broadcast after you are 30 years old?"

Liang Hefeng's face was gloomy and he stopped talking.

He had to admit that there was some truth to what his mother said.

Even though he is still pretty good now, the income from live streaming can also satisfy a relatively extravagant life.

But he will spend his whole life on this money, what if he has no fans in the future, what if he doesn't understand young people's stalks.

No one would want to watch an old man play games.

Only the wages of top professional players can support a lifetime of glamorous life.

He's still far from it.

Liang Hefeng put his phone away, glanced at the medicine on the bed that gave Liang's mother mental healing, and said in a low voice, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

Prince Club Business Room.

The manager Ding Jun looked at the man in front of him with a smile.

"I'm really sorry, our Hanshen's sportswear endorsement has already been signed, and it was signed two weeks ago, with a three-month contract. If you really want to cooperate, why don't you ask again in three months?"

Ding Jun heard the news from Sun Tianjiao, saying that Hanshi's brand is defiant, and he even opened his mouth. It is estimated that several teams will have to go there, but Ding Jun did not expect that the CEO of Hanshi was Prince who came last.

Ding Jun still has a bit of a comparison mentality.

Go to Zero first, and Prince last. Is it because they don't stand high enough?

So as soon as the other party mentioned it, Ding Jun was ready to drive him away with a smile.

Han Tang crossed his legs, brushed the cigarette ash off his fingertips, and said nonchalantly, "What do you mean, you refused before I made an offer?"

Ding Jun smirked: "It is true that the contract has been signed and cannot be broken. Otherwise, you can go to other clubs and ask, such as Zero?"

Han Tang didn't know that Sun Tianjiao and Ding Jun were getting angry in private, his eyelids drooped, and he said sullenly: "I'm going, their family is just cheating money, and they charge me 800 million for a one-year contract, they really think their family is a top star Woolen cloth?"

Prince and Zero are e-sports clubs with the same status, so Han Tang belittled Zero so much that he meant to warn him.

Ding Jun raised the corners of his lips, too lazy to be serious: "Then there are CNG and AXE, you can ask about them."

In fact, he knew that Han Tang had hit a wall in these houses, so he deliberately brought it up because he wanted to get angry at Han Tang.

Han Tang raised his eyes and stared at Ding Jun for a few seconds: "I'm talking to you now, what are you talking about so much?"

Ding Jun said bluntly: "We can't sign here."

He is very satisfied with the endorsement he signed now, and the other party also respects Han Mo very much, with enough sincerity.

Before the filming of the advertisement started, Han Mo had already been promoted on the official website, and Han Mo was promised to be released on various platforms.

Moreover, this brand is considered a luxury, and it will not lower Han Mo's worth.

Ding Jun also knows Han Shi very well.

Explosive style, average quality, huge sales volume.

He knew that the CEO sitting in front of him was very rich, but Han Tang seemed too arrogant, coveting the e-sports market, but he didn't take e-sports players seriously.

Han Tang let out a breath, and waved his hand at Ding Jun: "I won't tell you, call Han Mo out, and I'll tell him."

Ding Jun's smile gradually faded.

Now he is very envious of Sun Tianjiao's ability to play tricks, which is the most effective way to deal with such wealthy people.

"Our captain is busy with training, and he doesn't care about business, so I can make the decisions."

Han Tang tapped the table with his fingertips, with a tone of admonishing his subordinates: "Do you know why I came here in person, I'm his father!"

It happened that Chen Zefeng passed by the door with yogurt in his hands, and when he heard Hantang's arrogant tone, Chen Zefeng's brain became hot, and he pushed the door and barged in.

"You are my grandson!"

During their live broadcasts, they also saw countless black fans, who were swearing and dirty, but they didn't take it to heart through a network cable.

But today's coercion is too much, and the swearing has gone down the line, and I can't even see who's territory, and I don't even have a wink.

Han Tang opened his eyes wide and looked at Chen Zefeng. He obviously didn't expect that in a club of this level, the staff could curse at will.

Han Tang stood up, threw the leather bag on the table: "Go and find Han Mo, see if he recognizes me!"

Chen Zefeng sneered, and took a sip of the yogurt: "Our captain is someone you can meet whenever you want? Are you here to chase stars in the name of discussing business? Sorry, if you ask, our captain only plays games and is not in business."

Han Tang: "I am his father."

Chen Zefeng laughed angrily, wishing he could pour yogurt on top of Hantang's head.

"You fucking..."

"Chen Zefeng, get out of the way."

At some point, Han Mo appeared at the door.

His face was extremely cold, with undisguised hostility in his eyes, and his tone was cold.

Although he was talking to Chen Zefeng, his gaze was always fixed on Hantang, and his deep eyes reflected Hantang's face.

Chen Zefeng stepped aside obediently, he had no doubt that the current Han Mo could hit someone with a steel pipe at any time.

When Han Tang saw Han Mo, his tone was much calmer, and he said lightly: "You are quite impressive, it's not easy to see you now."

Ding Jun looked serious, and asked in a low voice: "Han Shen, is he really..."

Han Mo leaned against the table, his long legs stretched aggressively, he flicked the lighter away, and pinched a peppermint popper.

"See me?"

Han Tang swept Han Mo's posture, frowned, but still said patiently: "Dad is going to make a set of e-sports series sportswear recently, the design has been completed, and the factory has begun to rush to make it, and now it's just a matter of publicity." I didn't want to look for you at first, after all, our relationship is to avoid relatives, but your industry is too impetuous, and you are asking for prices, which is not realistic at all.

I think, I don't worry if you come here, just in time for you to have the East Asia Tournament, I need you to wear Hanshi's sportswear in the game, do publicity, and recommend it to your fans.

You also know that I only have one son from you. What I have now will be yours in the future. You are not promoting it for me, but also for yourself. "

What Han Tang said was not a lie.

He and Zuo Yunshi have never had any offspring.

It's not that they can't, it's that Zuo Yunshi doesn't want to.

Miss Zuo Yunshi was born with a delicate body and expensive body, she couldn't bear hardships, and was frightened by the production science on the Internet, she was determined not to have children.

Hantang is considered a married couple, and dare not ask Zuo Yunshi, although he is unhappy in his heart, he still has to act like he has DINK tendencies and doesn't like children.

After so many years, Zuo Yunshi is getting older, and he doesn't think about it at all.

The offspring is indeed only Han Mo.

For him, although he has no relationship with Han Mo's mother for a long time, Han Mo is still different.

In the future, his property cannot be given to the nephews and nieces of the Zuo family, but must be left to Han Mo.

This is also the reason why he came to Han Mo confidently.

There is no eternal enmity between father and son.

Han Mo should know that he is a very handsome father.

Han Mo breathed out a puff of smoke, and the rich mint was overflowing.

He calmly said, "What about the quotation?"

Han Tang frowned, seemed dissatisfied with the money he asked for.

But Hantang still said in a deep voice: "200 million is the company's budget, if it were you, I can add another 50 for the sake of our father and son."

Ding Jun glanced at Han Mo, waiting for Han Mo's meaning.

Han Mo snorted lightly, his eyelids drooped, the long and narrow eye ends were slightly folded, and his jet-black hair cast a cold shadow in the center of his pupils.

"Brother Ding, tell him the basic price of my endorsement."

Ding Jun proficiently reported to the family: "Our Hanshen is the number one player in the league standings after all. We have millions of Weibo fans and hundreds of millions of live broadcasts. We just won the PCL National League Championship. The current market price is endorsement. The fee is 500 million, provided that there are no competitors. You also know that the East Asia Tournament is very exposed, so let me tell you, the current endorsement we signed is more than 500 million, and it is inconvenient to say the specifics."

Han Tang's face suddenly darkened: "It's too exaggerated, so much money is enough to find a traffic star."

Han Mo pinched his cigarette and stood up straight: "The film and television company will take the subway for four stops, no delivery."

Han Tang roared: "Han Mo! Do you understand what I mean? Sooner or later, mine will be yours. What are you messing around with!"

Ding Jun smiled: "I said uncle, our Hanshen can earn at least tens of millions a year, not including the income from investment and financial management. It must be no problem to support ourselves. You may be concerned about the financial situation of the head e-sports player do not know much."

Han Tang was slightly startled.

He knew that Han Mo was famous for playing games, but how could he earn so much? Isn't it just playing games against the computer?

Han Shi's annual gross profit is only tens of millions, and she has to take care of a bunch of relatives from the Zuo family who are wealthy and widowed.

Han Tang snorted coldly: "Just kidding, he's a 19-year-old brat."

Ding Jun smiled slightly: "Yes, the 19-year-old is the cash cow of our team. In a few years, I can't say for sure."

Han Tang was still full of disbelief: "You give him so much money, can't your club open?"

Ding Jun: "Perhaps our club's net profit is several times that of your company."

Han Mo lowered his gaze, glanced at Han Tang in distaste, curled his lips, and said relentlessly, "200 million endorsement endorsements, the price ten years ago."

Chen Zefeng answered in a low voice: "Captain, 200 million yuan seems to be able to buy a suite in Shanghai ten years ago."

The veins on Hantang's forehead twitched, and his nerves suddenly throbbed.

He took a deep breath, pulled the leather bag, and walked out of Prince angrily.

Chen Zefeng was too frightened to speak, watched Han Tang leave, and then stared blankly at Han Mo.

He had always thought that Han Mo's parents had passed away.

Unexpectedly, Han Mo's father was still there, and he was also a very successful entrepreneur.

Han Mo lowered his eyes, his fingers trembling slightly.

Although there was no expression on his face, his pulse was almost twice as fast.

All his anger was suppressed in his heart, and he whispered: "I'm laughing."

Ding Jun whispered: "Captain Han, in fact, I can persuade him to leave without you having to come out."

Han Mo shook his head, turned around and said, "Chen Zefeng, why don't you go back to training?"

Chen Zefeng came back to his senses, and panicked: "I, I, I, I will go back right away!"

After driving Chen Zefeng back, Han Mo didn't return to the training room.

He asked Ding Jun for leave and drove to Xishan Cemetery alone.

200 million, to him and Hantang now, it means nothing.

But he once, but extremely longed to have such a sum of money.

In the early years, Han's mother's disease was not so serious. If she received treatment earlier, she might be cured.

He once guarded Hantang's house for a week, afraid to sleep or go to the bathroom, just to see Hantang and lend money to his mother for medical treatment.

He thought that since he was married, he must have feelings.

And the one who made the mistake at the beginning was obviously Han Tang, and the one who cheated was also Han Tang.

Normal people feel guilty.

But at that time, Hantang fantasized about having a child with Zuo Yunshi, and didn't take him seriously at all.

Hearing that he wanted 20 yuan for treatment, Hantang thought he was crazy.

"Do you know how much it is 20 yuan? It's enough for me to invest in a factory. You told me that 20 yuan is the only way to cure it. This is a bottomless pit. Besides, your mother and I are divorced, and we have nothing to do with each other anymore." Han Mo, it's useless for Dad to advise you."

Han Mo was 12 years old at the time, and his height only reached Han Tang's shoulders.

Because he was still young, no one wanted a part-time job, and he was too unfamiliar with the rules and bottom line of this world, so he couldn't think of any other way except to ask for help.

But Hantang told him, it's useless, don't save your mother, 20 is not worth it.

He used all the humble means of trampling his self-esteem on the ground to beg Hantang and that Zuo Yunshi.

But they just saw him as a liability.

In the end, Hantang gave him 20 yuan to buy KFC, and said to him: "You chose your mother at the beginning. If I were with you, KFC is just a fast food that you don't like. If you want to eat, you can eat it every day." I can eat it."

Zuo Yunshi slapped Hantang coquettishly: "What are you doing, I still don't agree with you wanting him."

Han Tang smiled and comforted him: "Just kidding, isn't it that we can't wait for our baby?"

Zuo Yunshi hummed indistinctly: "I don't want to give birth for now."

Later, Han's mother drank traditional Chinese medicine and took folk prescriptions. She persisted for several years, but her condition worsened even more.

During that time, Han Mo was the most superstitious.

How much he hoped that those folk remedies were true, that they were handed down by old monks in ancient temples, and that they could cure all difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

But hope is ultimately just hope.

In fact, he was only a few years away.

If he can be born earlier, or if his mother gets sick a few years later, he can make money.

It wouldn't have gotten to where it is now.

Han Mo accelerated suddenly, the windows of the car were whimpered by the wind, the plants on both sides of the highway whizzed by, and the scorching sun melted the cotton candy-like thick clouds into torn wet wipes.

When they arrived at the parking lot of Xishan Cemetery, Han Mo drifted and threw the car into the parking space.

He took a deep breath, rested his forehead on the steering wheel, and was silent for a moment before raising his eyes again.

He locked the car, and took out a handful of white chrysanthemums from the trunk.

Coincidentally, today is the anniversary of his mother's death, but Han Tang blasphemed in front of him.

Holding the flowers in his arms, Han Mo walked to the tombstone depressingly. When he lowered his eyes, he saw the blooming lilies and calla lilies.

He was startled.

His mother has no other relatives, and no one will come to see her except him.

Han Mo called the administrator of the cemetery and asked if someone sent the flowers by mistake.

The manager checked the visit information and told him: "That's right, it's for Ms. Bei Jingzhu, the staff of the flower shop sent it, and I put it next to the tombstone."

Han Mo frowned: "Have you registered the name of the sender?"

The manager shook his head: "It's the name of the flower shop, but there is a phone number, you can call and ask."

The management staff copied the phone number to Han Mo, turned around and went back to the monitoring room.

Han Mo looked down at the number, put it in his pocket silently, then put Baiju next to Dan Baihe, and gently rubbed the tombstone.

The tombstone is a little gray, but the stone is hot from the sun.

As if that temperature came from someone he missed.

"Mom, long time no see, miss me?"

No one answered.

The sun was scorching, and the only sound in my ears was the sound of leaves being blown by the wind.

After standing in front of the tomb for three hours, Han Mo returned to the car with his sore and aching legs.

The sky was already a little dark, and the air wasn't that hot. The orange-red sunset fragments were scattered on the horizon, gradually being absorbed by the corner of the sky.

Han Mo made that call.

"Hi, may I ask who paid for the flowers you sent to Xishan Cemetery today?"

"Sorry sir, this is customer privacy and cannot be disclosed." The customer service replied in a very stylized manner.

Han Mo paused, and said solemnly: "The name on the card is wrong, is it because the buyer told you the wrong information or did you remember it wrong?"

The customer service of the flower shop was a little flustered. It would be too inappropriate for the flowers to be sent to the deceased if there was a wrong name.

She flipped through the past records, and hurriedly said: "No way, we have sent it to this address and name for three years, and we never said it was wrong before."

"Three years." Han Mo rubbed the steering wheel, muttering and repeating.

Of course, the customer service is unwilling to take responsibility: "It is impossible for us to register wrongly. Maybe the buyer made a mistake, and it was sent in the evening before, so no one probably found out."

Han Mo thought about it, and slowly said: "Yes, but it's still quite embarrassing, what do you think should be done?"

The customer service hesitated: "Why don't I consult the buyer here."

Han Mo: "Maybe the other party did it on purpose. I ran into the rivers and lakes, and I have many enemies. I'm a little worried. If you don't tell me who it is, I can only call the police."

Customer service: "But it's none of our business!" She is a new staff member, and she is in charge of today's order, so she doesn't want to cause trouble for the store.

Han Mo: "The name of the buyer?"

The customer service couldn't hold back, and said cautiously: "Surname Yan, is it you... the enemy?"

Han Mo's eyes finally felt soft, and the hatred brought by Han Tang faded away like a tide. He said calmly, "Oh, I'm worrying too much. It's not my enemy, it's my wife."

The customer service breathed a sigh of relief: "Right, how could Qiu's family send flowers, and the price is not cheap, and it has been delivered for three years in a row. He is your... wife?" The voice of the customer service broke down uncontrollably. .

Han Mo: "Yes, I'm sorry."

The author has something to say: Customer Service: Customer, can you remember your mother-in-law's name wrong?

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