dissatisfied [e-sports]

Outside the emergency room, Han Mo stood at the entrance of the corridor, smoking one cigarette after another.

He took a deep breath and extinguished the cigarette but his fingers were still shaking.

He was the one who carried Yan Yibing all the way to the hospital. At that time, he couldn't take care of so much, his muscles and nerves were tense, and he didn't know it was causing such a heavy burden on his hands.

He frowned, his hands hung down, and the back of his head was against the cold wall.

The process of Yan Yibing's fall was too fast. If he was one second late, that person would have knocked on the sink.

He had never seen such an idiotic person who seemed to know nothing except playing games and reading books.

You can still help him when he is there, but what about when he is not?

Do you mix cephalosporin and alcohol in this way?

The doctor said that fortunately, Yan Yibing's acetaldehyde poisoning reaction was not serious, but weakness, dizziness, and headache. If the dose was higher, he might go into shock.

Sun Tianjiao, manager of Team Zero, found him at the stairs, and almost knelt down to Han Mo as soon as they met.

"Han God! Thank you, thank you so much, if it weren't for you, I would have committed seppuku today!"

Sun Tianjiao remembered that Yan Yibing told him that he had a cold in the morning, but he didn't take it seriously, thinking that Yan Yibing was making an excuse not to go to the dinner party.

If Yan Yibing had something good or bad about this, the PUBG branch of Club Zero would collapse immediately.

Thinking of what might happen, Sun Tianjiao broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's okay, I'll drop by." Han Mo paused, then avoided him silently.

When he was in the Zero youth training, Sun Tianjiao was the manager. Sun Tianjiao was older than him, and he was really going to kneel down, and he couldn't bear it.

Sun Tianjiao wiped the wet corners of her eyes, put on her foggy glasses, and said weakly: "Our captain is awake, do you want to take a look?"

Sun Tianjiao knew exactly how Han Mo left.

From Yan Yibing's standpoint, he didn't necessarily say hello to Han Mo when he met Han Mo, and he didn't expect that he would still have the time to thank Han Mo sincerely.

"Ah."

After a moment of silence, Han Mo replied in a low voice.

Can't help it, still can't help wanting to look at him.

As soon as he walked to the door of the emergency ward, he heard Yan Yibing yelling weakly inside.

"Dad's clothes...who took off Dad's clothes!"

Yu Yan sat beside his hospital bed, crossed his legs, and played with his mobile phone. Hearing this, he said lightly: "It's not me, dad, don't worry."

Yan Yibing let out a long breath: "Fortunately it wasn't you, otherwise I would be disgusted to death."

With needles buried in Yan Yibing's hands, his body was sweating intermittently. He turned over with difficulty and changed his posture to make himself more comfortable.

However, in the next second, he froze slightly.

It's not Yu Yan, don't be fucking Han Mo, right?

As soon as Han Mo entered the room, he saw Yan Yi Bing twisted into a worm-like shape, half of his white arm sticking out from under the quilt, and the dark blue blood vessels inside his arm were clearly visible.

His hair is a little long, and the hair hangs down, almost covering his eyes completely.

Han Mo couldn't help but think of Yan Yi Bingruan lying in his arms, breathing weakly, he was so frightened that he almost died.

Panic is past, anger is.

He strode over to Yan Yibing's bed, condescending, his eyes burning like flames: "You've grown into a dog's stomach? You're 25 years old, and you don't even know that cephalosporin and alcohol can't be used together!"

Yan Yibing squeezed his neck hard, propped his head up, and widened his eyes: "I gave you a face, Han Mo, right? Are you training your son?"

He spoke with great momentum, but his voice was terribly weak, and when he uttered a sentence, his head buzzed.

Han Mo gritted his teeth: "You really owe..."

"Ah...it hurts." Yan Yibing made a big move and accidentally pulled the infusion needle.

Probably because the infusion speed was too fast, there was a sharp stabbing pain on the back of his hand, and his tone immediately became aggrieved.

Yan Yibing has been afraid of pain, injections and blood since he was a child.

As fierce as he was in the game, he was as cowardly in reality.

Before Han Mo finished speaking, he tightly closed his lips.

It's been two years and Yan Yibing is still like this, so what if he is angry.

Sun Tianjiao ran to Yan Yibing's bed and screamed nervously: "Doctor! Nurse! Please come here, my ancestor said it hurts!"

The little nurse came over and looked at the back of Yan Yibing's hand, and pushed the needle in very naturally: "It's okay, tell your ancestor not to move around, it reached the wall of the blood vessel just now."

"Ah... Take it easy." Yan Yibing wailed weakly.

Yu Yan couldn't see it, and said with disgust: "Shut up, those who don't know think you are going to give birth."

Yan Yibing raised his eyes: "Heh, father will not be punished if he gives birth without pain."

Seeing that Yi Bing was fine, Han Mo turned to Sun Tianjiao and said, "I'm going first."

Sun Tianjiao was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, shall I see you off?"

Han Mo glanced at Yan Yi Bing meaningfully, and said in a low voice, "No, you have to pay for your ancestors."

Sun Tianjiao: "..."

Seeing that Han Mo had walked out of the ward and had no intention of coming back.

Sun Tianjiao sighed, and said to Yan Yibing: "Ancestor, this time it's thanks to Han Mo. He carried you all the way to the hospital and paid for your medical expenses. I said he didn't want it back."

Yu Yan followed, "Well, Dad is willing to carry you, but Captain Han won't let go at all."

Yan Yibing lowered his eyelids and his eyelashes fluttered.

He arched himself under the quilt, buried half of his face under the quilt, and then said in a muffled voice, "I'm sleepy."

After recuperating for two days, Yan Yibing finally came back to life with full blood.

He directly stuffed the box of cephalosporins under the cabinet, intending not to eat it again.

Getting well isn't the end of the story.

That evening, the manager and the coach called a team for a meeting.

Yan Yibing sat in the main seat as usual, but he was not as carefree and calm as before.

He drooped his head, fiddling with a pen aimlessly with his fingers.

Song Tang, Xu Rui, and Fu Haifeng were all very surprised by the scene at this time.

After all, this is the captain's first training.

Sun Tianjiao cleared her throat with a cold face.

He became serious, and he did have the momentum to manage an entire branch.

"Delay everyone's training time and hold a summary meeting."

"Everyone should know what I want to say. In the future, they will be required to upgrade. Before the season, they will report to me their daily diet. You have also seen how much impact one person can have if he falls down.

Bingshen, although you are suffering from a terrible illness, one size counts for one size. You signed a contract with the club, and you tossed yourself down. What about the endorsement, the live broadcast contract, and what to do if people demand compensation, you also know, Now the bulk of Zero's business is tied to you. "

If this was an ordinary player, Sun Tianjiao would have been criticized in front of the whole club, and the inspection would have to be at least [-] words.

But Yan Yibing is special after all, although he is often out of tune, he still has to retain the majesty of the captain.

Sun Tianjiao waited for him to express his opinion.

After a long silence, Yan Yibing dropped his hands mournfully and rested his chin on the table.

His eyelids are shallow, the creases are beautiful, and the eyelashes at the end of his eyes are slightly curled, making him look particularly innocent.

Yan Yibing puffed his cheeks, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Okay... I see, what about the money owed to Prince?"

He didn't say he owed Hanmo, but he owed Prince.

Sun Tianjiao frowned, wondering: "I said I would pay it back, but Han Mo definitely didn't want it. In fact, the money is not much, just a few hundred yuan, so he probably doesn't care."

The annual salaries of these top players are in the tens of millions, not including the rewards for the live broadcast, a few hundred yuan is really not a big deal.

It's not right to not return it, but it seems hypocritical to chase after it.

Yan Yibing gave a "cut" and muttered in a low voice, "I don't know why, I don't want to owe him, so I'll pay it back when I have a chance."

He straightened up, put his hands in his pockets, raised his neck, and said lightly, "Let's end the meeting dear."

"Oh... let's go, let's go." Sun Tianjiao waved his hand, telling them to leave quickly.

There are plenty of opportunities to pay back the money, Yan Yibing knew it well.

Prince also signed a contract with the live broadcast platform. According to the contract, Han Mo will live broadcast for a fixed duration every month.

Since he doesn't want the money, there is no way to refuse the gift in the live broadcast.

He just drove the tuba once, and left after finishing the payment.

Prince's live broadcast platform is not the same as Zero, and Yan Yibing even downloaded the software and registered an account.

Worried that Han Mo didn't know him, he nicknamed himself ICE Yan Yibing.

ICE is also his official ID in the PUBG game, and this ID has accompanied him through his eight-year career.

He found Han Mo and set up a live broadcast reminder.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Yan Yibing was practicing pressing in the simulator, and the software prompt popped up——

【Ding!Your favorite streamer is live!Go online and support him! 】

Yan Yibing quit the emulator and opened the Yoyo live streaming software.

Each live streaming platform has a different interface and different functions. Yan Yibing is not very familiar with Yoyo Live.

But fortunately, there was a through train to the room in the software prompt, and he automatically entered the room at one o'clock.

As soon as he entered, he saw the screen swiping fast inside.

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa finally live broadcast!I am so happy! 】

【Husband, look at me!Husband look at me!I just bought the red switch keyboard you endorsed! 】

【Han Shen is my husband!I have a full set of Hanshen peripherals! 】

[Han God marry me!It's so handsome, I love the man with inner double! 】

[I'm convinced, can female fans stop, this fucking professional player, not an idol. 】

Yan Yibing looked at the fancy confession flashing on the screen, and his heart was filled with acid.

I don't know when, the type of reticent and unruly type became popular in the mate selection market.

The colder Han Mo was, the more his fans loved him, and they kept giving him money to buy the same style, calling him her husband.

It was only when he came to Han Mo's live broadcast room that he knew what it meant to be a man favored by women.

"It's really..."

Yan Yibing peeled an orange, and just took a bite, he frowned sourly, he quickly poohed a few times, and spat it into the trash can.

Han Mo adjusted his earphones in front of the camera, then lifted his eyelids, and said to the camera, "I'm going to get a tuba, and go to the Hanbok to score."

[Fuck!Today is going to be a high-end game! 】

[Han Shen is now the fifth in Hanbok, so it's a bit difficult to fight. 】

[Han Shen, calm down, don't be too reckless, I saw Zero's Ice God almost reversed the score a few days ago. 】

The corner of Yan Yibing's mouth twitched.

fart.

He clearly broke into the top three.

In those rounds where he almost reversed the score, he met top foreign professional players, and the jumping point was not friendly.

Han Mo gave a faint "Yes", noncommittal, and quickly selected the map of Vihendi Snow.

In the first one, he jumped directly to the military port.

The military port area is not large, but it is rich in materials, and it is easy to explode high-end materials. It is the favorite place for gunners to jump.

But the probability of landing into a box is also very high.

Yan Yibing originally wanted to leave after finishing the payment, but seeing that Han Mo was jumping at the military port, he couldn't help but put down the mouse to see how he was doing.

Because of his personal holiday with Han Mo, the two teams never had an appointment for a practice match.

Even he didn't know how strong Han Mo's current limit was.

Han Mo's shortcomings in the past, he is very clear.

Because of this, Zero beat Prince several times in the game.

But probably the opponent's coach has also discovered this, so Han Mo is consciously washing away the shadow left by Yan Yibing on him.

Yan Yibing squinted his eyes and took a light breath.

Han Mo was unlucky, as soon as he landed, there were no rifles or shotguns in sight.

He hurriedly picked up a Vector submachine gun, picked up a quick clip, and raised his hand to kill a person who hadn't had time to touch the equipment.

At the same time, gunshots broke out in the military port.

Han Mo stretched his lower lip, and quickly rushed towards the warship at the pier.

Professional players all know that it is easy to spawn good equipment here.

Who would have thought that as soon as Han Mo showed his head, the blood flashed, and he immediately lost half a tube of blood.

He quickly hid behind the container and put a bandage on himself.

Yan Yibing pressed the knuckle of his index finger, and couldn't help becoming nervous.

It's a bit miserable.

The man who hit him had already taken a sniper rifle with a silencer, and the moment the camera flickered, even Yan Yibing was not sure where the man was hiding.

Han Mo is very dangerous now, once the opponent goes out of the angle, the next shot can send Han Mo into a box.

There are likely to be professional players and top streamers among the players who are matched in this round, and the game level is not comparable to that of ordinary players.

Han Mo didn't get a good gun at the beginning, and the one he killed was an empty box, which has already delayed a lot of time.

PUBG is a game that relies to a certain extent on luck.

If you are lucky enough to jump the destiny circle, you can receive the courier smoothly along the way.

If you are unlucky, you can lose face to the whole world.

Han Mo was still very calm, he put on a bandage, didn't stay where he was for a second, turned his head sideways to hide his head, and shot the gun directly at a point on the far slope.

Yan Yibing was slightly startled.

He didn't notice this person at all just now.

How did Han Mo notice it?

When Han Mo first arrived at the pier, he was still planning to search for supplies. Could it be that he had already locked the location of that person within a few seconds of being beaten?

Vector has the highest DPS among the submachine guns, and the rate of fire is also fast. Although it is a bit disadvantageous in long-distance combat, Han Mo's gun is accurate, and he just grinds the opponent to death.

He licked the opponent's bag in the past, and got a handful of M24, a set of broken third-level suits, and second-level heads.

After watching the whole process, Yan Yibing reached out and stuffed the remaining piece of orange into his mouth.

The little wild wolf who was silent back then has been making rapid progress, and he deserves to be the one he took a fancy to at a glance.

Yan Yibing hooked his lips, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

After getting the M24, Han Mo finally started to go smoothly.

He is famous for his steady sniping, and easily shot down two players from foreign professional teams.

They met each other on the field before, and after the opponent died, they greeted Han Mo in English.

Yan Yibing glanced at the barrage, and there was another set of rainbow farts.

[The cold god is awesome!Make it to the top of the list today! 】

[Fuck M24 is too stable, is it human? 】

[I didn't even see anyone, and they died in the end, this wave is still strong! 】

[Letting this man meet a sniper is the wrong start! 】

[Don't rush to the top of the list, the pressure is too much, just surpass Yan Yibing. 】

Yan Yibing's teeth were itchy, and he wished he could pick up the keyboard and line up with the opponent.

ill?Can't talk without him?

But thinking about the real name he used for this account, he held back.

Han Mo was in very good shape in this round, and in the last fifteen kills, he won a chicken and won an MVP.

Yan Yibing slapped his waist lazily, feeling that this performance was expected.

Han Mo is at his peak, and his goal is to become a world champion.

While thinking about it, Yan Yibing suddenly caught a glimpse of the system sending him a message.

【Ding!Your authentication has been successful, please go to the homepage to have a look! 】

Certified?

Yan Yibing didn't remember what he authenticated, but when he registered his account, he was asked to bind Weibo because he entered his name.

He has never cooperated with Yoyo Live, although the other party has sent invitations several times.

The presence of professional players on the platform can bring huge traffic to the platform. The platform has always strictly controlled the names of professional players and does not allow any imitation of names.

He registered with his real name, and the other party must have verified his identity.

Then maybe a staff member was enthusiastic and added him as a member for free.

Yan Yibing stared blankly at the addition of a red V on his account, and then, in Han Mo's live broadcast room, his name jumped to the first place.

【Ding!The housekeeper has carried you onto the sofa. 】

Yan Yibing: "???"

The next second, the live broadcast room exploded.

[Fuck! ICE Yan Yibing?What's the situation, rape our cold god? 】

[Ice God, is it really the Ice God? 】

[Awesome, Yan Yi Bing has come to see us, the god of coldness is so strong, Prince is on the rise! 】

[Hahahahaha Hanshen, come and see, your master came to support you in the live broadcast room! 】

[I heard that the relationship between the two is not good?Brothers, am I right? 】

[Han God, watch the live broadcast room! 】

Although Han Mo doesn't look at the barrage assistants, Prince Club has public opinion followers.

Once an uncontrollable event occurs in the live broadcast room, the staff will notify Han Mo urgently.

A faint voice came from the background: "Captain, who is coming to your live broadcast, do you want to watch it?"

After the sound, Han Mo never started the next game. He lowered his eyes slightly and stared at the screen.

The microphone was indeed on, but there was no voice or other sounds, and the whole live broadcast seemed to be stuck.

Yan Yibing felt sore all over awkwardly.

He just wanted to pay back the money, not interested in Han Mo playing games at all.

He bit his lower lip, wrinkled his face, and quickly found the gift-giving interface.

Under normal circumstances, the gift at the end is the largest, and it is definitely more than one thousand.

Han Mo doesn't care about hundreds, and he doesn't care about thousands.

Yan Yibing didn't have time to look at it, and when he moved the mouse, something that looked like a lucky bag was sent out.

【Ding! ICE Yan Yibing gave anchor Han Mo a gift package of [Love]!That is full of love for you! 】

next second.

He saw red hearts floating all over the screen in Han Mo's live broadcast room.

There are countless rose petals beside the love heart.

Yo Yo livestreams a gift worth 5000 yuan [Love], and the refresh time lasts for 1 minute.

Give enough gold master cards.

Barrage--

【? ? ? 】

【Fuck...】

[Good guy, I'm a fucking good guy! 】

[Brothers tell me, is this the legendary coming out? 】

[There is too much information, I can't keep up. 】

Cracks began to appear on Yan Yibing's expression.

Yan Yibing: "...day."

The author has something to say:

Yan Yibing: Don't talk to me like you're scolding your son!

Han Mo: Can you act like your wife?