dissatisfied [e-sports]

Han Mo opened his eyes, but they were quickly closed again by the sunlight.

His eyes were dry, and his stomach was full of hangover nausea.

After a while, he opened his eyes again, adapting to the rich sunlight covering the living room floor.

I fell asleep yesterday and forgot to draw the curtains.

Han Mo cleared his hoarse throat, turned over and sat up, feeling a bit sore in his cervical spine.

He raised his hand behind his head and pressed hard on the bone.

Fortunately, he was young and recovered quickly, and the soreness disappeared quickly.

He lowered his eyes, paused, and saw a small piece of ground covered with taro residue, and a few empty wine bottles scattered in the corner.

He drank too much, but there was no fragment. He remembered everything that happened yesterday.

He confessed to Yan Yibing, Yan Yibing was very angry, grabbed the box and left.

Han Mo smiled wryly.

He has long thought about this consequence, a straight man will definitely not be able to accept the likes of the same sex.

If he is not drunk, he may find a more suitable time and use a carefully deduced method to increase his chances of success.

But... let's say it.

He has never been so relaxed as now, and he will no longer have to pretend in front of Yan Yibing.

His liking, his possessive desire, the desire he buried in his heart, he wants that person to know.

In another villa a hundred meters away.

Yan Yibing suffered a lot.

When he got home at night, he threw the box to his mother. While clutching the mosquito bags all over his body, he walked upstairs with a very bad expression.

Yan's mother was still very surprised: "Didn't you like it when you went, why did you come back with such a smelly face and quarreled with Han Mo?"

Yan Yibing frowned, lowered his eyes, and said vaguely, "It's okay, don't think too much about it."

He couldn't tell.

Said that Han Mo wanted to sleep with him?

It's going to fucking freak me out.

Yan Yibing was afraid of being caught asking questions, so he quickly went upstairs.

Back in his room, lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

he was thinking.

Han Mo is only 19 years old, he won't grow crooked somewhere, can he get it back again?

Or was it because of his previous behavior that caused Han Mo to go astray?

When they first met, Han Mo was not yet seventeen, so he probably didn't understand anything.

Yan Yibing recalled the days when he frequently came to the youth training camp.

He valued Han Mo, so he was a little more demanding of Han Mo, his tone was a little stricter, and he was a little tighter.

Could Han Mo suffer from Stockholm Syndrome?

Yan Yibing felt desperate.

Covering his mouth with the quilt, he yelled silently a few times until his brain was congested with blood, and then he fell limply on the bed.

Then he turned on the light and kept his eyes open until dawn.

He knew that Han Mo would sleep to death if he drank that virtue.

He was angry and jealous.

This kind of mess came up, and it turned out that he was the one who scratched his head, and the instigator used the alcohol to be fearless. Maybe the next morning, he would not remember anything.

It was completely dawn, Yan Yibing sat up and turned off the light.

The lack of sleep made his limbs a little weak, he closed his eyes, rubbed his brows, and prepared to drink a cup of coffee to wake up.

Today was the team's regular meeting, and he had to attend.

As soon as I got out of bed, my phone vibrated next to the pillow.

Yan Yibing's heart skipped a beat. He had an intuition that this text message might have been sent by someone who had just sobered up.

He swallowed, licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and picked up his phone.

A WeChat message prompt appears on the screen.

[Little beast: Are you blocked, test. 】

Yan Yibing: "..."

He just wanted to click on WeChat and scold Han Mo for his stupid behavior.

But before he clicked on the chat interface, Han Mo had already withdrawn the message.

It seems that Han Mo just came to confirm whether he was blocked, and didn't expect to receive his reply at all.

Yan Yibing's anger was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't express it.

He took a deep breath, threw the phone on the bed, and went to wash up.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Yibing arrived at the Zero club in a daze.

A cup of coffee is not very strong, he is holding on with his will now, but he has no strength in his body.

Sun Tianjiao has always been hale and hearty during working hours.

Seeing Yan Yibing, he rolled up his arms and sleeves and rushed over: "Ancestor, it's one o'clock! The big cock has already finished his fucking nap, and the flowers of the motherland are about to leave school, so you just got up!"

Yan Yibing frowned, Xinghe half-closed his eyes, and said impatiently: "Isn't the regular meeting at four o'clock, why worry?"

Sun Tianjiao looked like a crow whose bread had been stolen by a fox, and the little black bean stared at Yan Yibing sadly.

"Any other meeting, all the documents of the alliance have come down, let you go to the alliance building for a meeting at one o'clock in the afternoon to discuss the East Asian match."

Yan Yibing was a little startled, but finally regained consciousness: "The list came down so soon?"

Sun Tianjiao curled her lips: "There's no suspense at all if you don't come down at any time. There are only four of you as players, with Lu Jianghe added as a substitute. Now let's meet you guys and discuss cooperation training."

Yan Yibing almost forgot that the East Asia Tournament was played in the name of the country, and there was no concept of a team.

So he and Han Mo are about to become teammates, and in less than two months, they will practice cooperation.

He and Han Mo, how the hell can they cooperate?

Yan Yibing's temples were swollen and painful, and he looked at Sun Tianjiao with lovelessness, the corners of his eyes were a little swollen: "Is it possible for the entry list to change, for example, if I or Han Mo stop fighting?"

Sun Tianjiao blinked, and looked at him with a look of 'you are so innocent': "What are you thinking about ancestors, you have signed the endorsement, if you don't hit me, I will commit seppuku on the spot."

Yan Yibing drooped the corners of his eyes, tapped his index finger between his brows, and nodded helplessly: "Got it."

Not only did he sign the endorsement, Han Mo also signed.

It was inevitable that he and Han Mo would be teammates.

Sun Tianjiao snapped her fingers, raised the hundreds of thousands of Swiss watches, and shook them in front of Yan Yibing's eyes: "Ancestor, I just said that there is a meeting, what time is it now?"

Yan Yibing was silent for a few seconds, then walked out the door with his bag on his shoulders.

Sun Tianjiao greeted the security guard at the door: "Find a car and take our ancestors there."

Yan Yibing arrived at the Union Building, registered his name, and was led to the meeting room.

"Ice God, right here, Yu God and the others are all here, waiting for you inside."

Yan Yibing nodded, "Thank you."

He looked at his watch, it was already one forty.

There were faint chattering voices from inside, and it sounded like the atmosphere was still very pleasant.

But he didn't hear Han Mo's voice.

But Han Mo himself didn't like to talk, so Han Mo wouldn't come here just to avoid him on this occasion.

Yan Yibing stabilized his mind and pushed open the door bravely.

The moment he stepped in, his face was sullen, his eyes were cold, and he looked tired and irritable.

The chatter in the room suddenly stopped.

After a while, Yu Yan snorted and said, "Tsk, she's at most 15 minutes late for my date with Ding Luo, and our Gou Bing is really a lady."

Yan Yibing squinted his eyes and said coldly: "Get out, be careful that Dad cleans you up."

Sitting next to Yushen, Lu Jianghe smiled. He bowed his waist to pick up a bottle of mineral water, and walked towards Yan Yibing's direction.

"I came out after a thousand calls, come to Ice God, drink water."

Chen Chi tapped the document on the desktop with the cap of his pen: "That's it, you guys, hurry up and talk about business."

Of course Han Mo was there too.

He is wearing a black cardigan today, which is light and breathable, with a fake zipper decorated on the chest and a loose neckline.

His eyelids trembled slowly, and he didn't look directly at Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing scanned the conference room from the corner of his eye, and when he saw Han Mo, he felt uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath, simply pulled the chair, sat in a position extremely far away from Han Mo, then crossed his legs, picked up the document and did not speak.

Regarding this, Han Mo just slightly raised his eyebrows, and didn't say anything.

Yu Yan, who didn't know why, frowned and asked, "What's going on, you're so angry today?"

"It's okay, let's talk." Yan Yibing sorted out the documents, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and took a sip of water.

Yu Yan hesitated for a moment, looked at Chen Chi, and Chen Chi shrugged, expressing that he didn't understand either.

"Okay, there's nothing to say. We discussed it before you came. The specific is to cooperate with the training. The alliance will open a training room for us, and we will play and cooperate for at least four hours a day. It is reasonable to say that the four of us, basically There is no shortcoming, anyone can take any position, but in case of trouble, we still have to distinguish, we drew lots, and I will leave you a ball of paper."

After finishing speaking, Yu Yan threw a small ball of paper towards Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing raised his hand and took the ball of paper.

He tilted his head, rubbed the ball of paper with his fingertips, and took a look.

Assaulter.

Generally, in a team, there are two assaulters, one sniper, and one freeman and command position.

Assaulters are responsible for charging and thundering, snipers are holding guns, and free men are supporting.

The two assaulters often have more to cooperate with, and sometimes it involves selling teammates as a last resort.

Yan Yibing raised his eyes and asked, "What are you all?"

Yu Yan pointed at Han Mo: "Captain Han is the assaulter, I command, and Chen Chi holds the gun, so you and Captain Han should cooperate well and put aside all old and new grudges for me. This is a competition representing the country, not a fight. Just for fun."

Han Mo raised his eyes and looked at Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing turned his head away, avoiding his gaze, and reluctantly said: "Change your career, I will snipe, and Yu Yan will attack."

Yu Yan smiled, and slowly shook his head with a look of understanding.

Chen Chi cleared his throat, pinched his neck and imitated: "The chairman guessed that you would have such and such small conflicts and opinions, so he said, you must practice well according to this configuration, put away your personal emotions, and concentrate on playing the game. Don't be so hypocritical for such an old man."

Yan Yibing was depressed.

Is this hypocritical thing?

This is a matter of chastity!

"Gou Bing, what is the red mark on your neck, which little fairy kissed it?" Yu Yan's eyes were sharp, and he glanced at the red mark on Yan Yi Bing's Bai Jing's neck.

It seemed to be a little bruised, as if it had been sucked hard by someone.

But he didn't really think that Yan Yibing had a girlfriend, it was just that he usually talked a lot and made jokes on purpose.

"Kiss you uncle! Can't you tell that this is a mosquito bag?"

Yan Yibing stood up abruptly, clutching his neck reflexively.

His voice was quite loud, the tips of his ears were hot red, and his face was not normal.

He is now allergic to the word kiss, and he feels uncomfortable when he mentions it.

Yu Yan was stunned for a moment, never expecting Yan Yibing's reaction to be so big.

In the past, they often joked about Yan Yibing not having a girlfriend, but Yan Yibing just smiled contemptuously and listened casually, not in a hurry at all.

what is it today?

Lu Jianghe shrank his neck in fright, picked up two bottles of mineral water, smoothed things over and said, "Ice God, don't worry, who can tarnish your innocence, please pass the mineral water."

The mineral water of Chen Chi and Han Mo on the opposite side was almost finished. Lu Jianghe wanted to ease the atmosphere, so he stuffed two bottles of water for Yan Yibing and asked him to pass it on.

Yan Yibing took the water, without hesitation for a second, raised his hand and threw it at Han Mo.

The speed of the bottle is very fast, and the strength is not small, but the direction is very good, aiming at Han Mo's stomach.

Han Mo subconsciously tightened his arms and hugged the mineral water bottle, but the bottle still hit his lower abdomen, causing a little pain.

Lu Jianghe was dumbfounded.

Fearing that Yan Yibing's second bottle of water would fly towards him, Chen Chi got under the table.

But Yan Yibing just put the water bottle on the table heavily, took a deep breath, and said angrily, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After he left, Yu Yan blinked, and humbly asked: "Which one of you has a higher education, tell me, do men also have menstrual periods?"

Lu Jianghe sighed: "I'm answering you as an outstanding graduate of Huainan No. [-] Middle School, it's hard to say."

Han Mo lowered his head, held the mineral water bottle upside down in his palm, and stood up with a faint smile: "I'll go out too."

He gently put the water on the table, got up, and walked out slowly.

The black hoodie was slightly wrinkled by the armchair, and stuck to Han Mo's waist, revealing a beautiful and flexible waistline.

Yan Yibing went into the bathroom, scooped up the water and washed his face.

His hair fell down and was also wet by the cold water, sticking softly to the side of his face.

Drops of water trickled down the hair tip, and the coolness of the evaporation took away the dryness and heat on the skin.

He supported the sink, lowered his head, and blew the water that slid to the tip of his lips.

He didn't sleep all night last night, which made him a little irritable.

He should have controlled it and seriously discussed the training plan.

But the fact that he had to cooperate with Han Mo stimulated him again.

How does he cooperate with Han Mo?

In the case of knowing that the other party has that kind of thought about him.

He rubbed his face irritably, making his skin red, some water trickled down his neck into his clothes, and the mosquito-bitten bumps on his body began to itch again.

Especially this one on the neck, the more it scratches, the more itchy it gets.

He looked in the mirror, and it was red, which was highlighted by his fair skin, and there were still a few bruises on the bag that he had grabbed.

Although he has never been planted with strawberries, he has also watched TV dramas.

It's really similar.

It's just that in other TV dramas, they are all sucked and lied to be mosquito bags.

He is a veritable mosquito bag.

After calming down, he was ready to go out and apologize to those people.

They were all younger than him, but looked as if they were more mature than him.

Yu Yan should not be angry, after all, they have been friends for so many years.

Lu Jianghe was careless, but he still had to explain.

Chen Chi has a good temper and a good old man, so he can't be as knowledgeable as him.

Han Mo...his bottle probably didn't hurt anyone, did it?

Just as Yan Yibing was thinking, the bathroom door opened.

He immediately turned his face to see that Han Mo stepped in and locked the door behind him.

Yan Yibing: "..."

Han Mo looked at Yan Yibing's wet face, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said in a low voice, "The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy, why didn't you sleep last night?"

Yan Yibing tensed his lower lip, and said coldly and angrily, "Don't fucking pretend that what happened last night didn't happen!"

Han Mo was stunned for a while, then smiled.

He took a few steps forward and narrowed the distance between Yan Yibing and his dark eyes. He spoke in a breathy voice: "Why should I pretend it didn't happen? I was worried that you would forget."

Yan Yibing's jaw was tense, dark blue blood vessels were looming, and the tips of his curly eyelashes were trembling: "I am your master! I am a straight man!"

"Hush." ​​Han Mo's Adam's apple rolled, and he put one hand on the sink beside Yan Yibing's waist, "Master, keep your voice down, they might come here at any time, do you want them to hear?"

A trace of panic flashed in Yan Yibing's eyes, and he quickly shut his mouth tightly.

Han Mo chuckled: "I didn't pierce before, but I had to hold back in front of you. Now I don't have to hold back anymore. I don't want to be your apprentice, nor your opponent. I want to be your man."

when!he!male!people!

Yan Yibing's shy teeth were shaking.

He originally thought that Han Mo would be ashamed, ashamed, embarrassed and avoiding seeing him.

But unexpectedly, Han Mo didn't care at all, on the contrary, he was always troubled by these emotions.

"You are so thick-skinned!"

"Well, how can you chase people if you are not thick-skinned?"

Han Mo's eyelids trembled slightly, and his ambiguous eyes fell on the mosquito bag on Yan Yibing's neck, slowly passing by.

He suddenly stretched his hand out of his pocket and lifted it up.

Yan Yibing took a big step back subconsciously, avoiding him, and said sensitively: "Calm down, this is the Alliance Building!"

As Han Mo said, he usually neglects to exercise, so he can't beat Han Mo.

And when this bastard came in, he locked the door, no one else could come in, and he couldn't get out.

The bathroom is quite private, not even a camera.

If Han Mo is impulsive again and kisses him, can he really fight Han Mo?

Seeing his defensive posture, Han Mo's eyes hurt slightly, then he smiled and murmured softly, "I didn't bite the one on your neck, it hit me so hard."

Yan Yibing's eyes flickered and he hung down to the ground.

He's still a little bit wrong about it.

Hitting Han Mo with a bottle is purely to vent, to vent the depression in his heart, to vent his anger.

Among the few present, Han Mo seemed to be the only ones who could let him vent.

Yan Yibing muttered softly, "It deserves it."

Han Mo didn't let go of his raised hand, but stretched it forward and handed it to Yan Yibing.

Fingers unfolded, a small box of cooling and anti-itch ointment lay in the palm.

He coaxed in a soft voice: "Shutcha, don't be angry."

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