dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing hugged the pillow, sniffed, pressed the phone under his ear, and muttered, "I'm fine, you don't need to come back in a hurry."

The anxiety in the mother's voice can be heard through the phone: "Why am I not in a hurry, where did I get the infection, and how did I get this disease?"

Yan Yibing stroked the ice patch on his forehead: "I don't know where it got infected, bad luck."

Yan's mother felt distressed, and asked softly, "Is it difficult, son?"

Yan Yibing thought for a while: "It's okay, I just have a fever, can't eat, nothing else, the doctor said it will be fine within a week."

Yan's mother sighed: "How can you not eat for a week, let auntie make you some desserts, yogurt sago or something like that."

Yan Yibing paused, and said lightly, "Han Mo made me pimple soup, it's okay, I'm not hungry."

Yan's mother let out an "ah" and quickly asked, "Han Mo made it for you? Isn't your disease contagious?"

Yan Yibing turned over and touched the wall with his hot palm to cool down: "Who knows, he is immune to all poisons."

He really didn't know why Han Mo didn't respond.

Kissed and hugged, no matter how slow the virus is, it should have drifted to Han Mo's side.

Yan's mother said angrily, "Don't be kidding, how can you let Han Mo take care of you? He also has to work."

Yan Yibing rolled his eyes, which made his eye sockets ache.

He covered his eyes and snorted, "What is he willing to do with me?"

Yan's mother paused, and said earnestly: "Don't bully Han Mo, Han Mo is honest, admits death, and lives without you."

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, thinking about what Han Mo had done these two days, the grievance welled up in his heart.

"Who are you talking about, Han Mo? Ha, he is honest, mom, you are so naive!"

Yan's mother sighed: "Look at you, people take good care of you and you are still like this, how can I raise you so delicate."

Yan Yibing: "..."

His temples swelled with anger.

But there's no way to tell his mother what Han Mo did.

"Stop talking, I'm going to rest."

Yan's mother: "Okay, okay, sleep more, cover your sweat, I won't bother you anymore."

Yan Yibing hung up the phone, and took a deep breath while holding the ice patch that had become warm.

Taking advantage of Han Mo's absence at this time, Yan Yibing supported the wall and went downstairs, leaned on the railing of the stairs and said, "Auntie, help me prepare dinner today, I can heat it up in the microwave, and then don't let Han Mo in gone."

The aunt was stunned, and washed the rag: "Why, did you quarrel?"

Yan Yibing dodged his eyes and shook his head: "There is no quarrel, I don't want to bother him."

The aunt hesitated for a moment: "But I bought everything he asked me to buy. I don't know how to make that Western stuff."

Yan Yibing frowned: "What did he ask you to buy?"

Aunt: "I said I would cook you French food, beef goulash with mashed potatoes."

Hold.

Yan Yibing swallowed silently.

want to eat.

Auntie: "Then when he comes, I will find a reason to persuade him to go back?"

Yan Yibing licked his lower lip: "Let's forget about today, I bought all the materials, and I won't let him come tomorrow."

The aunt smiled: "Okay, you have the final say."

At 04:30 in the afternoon, Han Mo finished his work at the club and arrived at Yan Yibing's house on time.

Yan Yibing leaned on the sofa, covered with a small towel and a milky white ice patch on his head, watching Han Mo enter the kitchen.

He stretched his neck a little to confirm whether Han Mo really wanted to make beef goulash with mashed potatoes.

He watched Han Mo fish out the beef and put it on the chopping board, so he was completely relieved and looked away.

Han Mo wore a more formal shirt, and the hem of the shirt was tucked into black slacks. The flexible waistline was clearly visible, and the broad back was slightly arched.

He rolled up his sleeves, exposing a section of his arm, took the knife skillfully, and cut the beef.

With his back turned to him, Han Mo asked, "Has Master taken the medicine?"

Yan Yibing pouted.

She called him Master in her mouth, but actually wanted to sleep with him.

This man is so thoughtful.

"have eaten."

The auntie got dressed, carried her bag, and praised Han Mo while putting on her shoes: "Young man, what did you do in the afternoon, and you have to hurry back to cook, it's really hard for you."

Han Mo threw the beef into the boiling water, and said softly, "It's okay."

The aunt opened the door and went home, Yan Yibing blinked, and couldn't help asking, "Prince is studying new tactics again?"

Han Mo adjusted the fire, turned around, and looked at Yan Yibing with great interest.

"Master is really indomitable, trying his best to learn tactics from me."

Yan Yibing's face turned hot, and he remembered the time when he used the voice changer routine to play Han Mo.

It was a real failure that time, Han Mo found out in only one day.

He turned his face away, resting his head on the pillow, and said lightly, "I'm rare."

Han Mo paused for a few seconds, then said slowly: "The club has a newcomer, let me go for an interview."

Yan Yibing opened his eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Is Prince going to run a youth training camp?"

Han Mo: "No, there is a newcomer here, and his grades are not bad."

Yan Yibing was thoughtful: "You Manager Ding dug it? I haven't paid attention to the ranking recently."

Han Mo paused for a moment, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he pondered for a moment: "I didn't dig it, I came here directly."

"Oh." Yan Yibing resented.

Everyone is short of excellent rookies. Although it is possible to find good players during the transfer period, the transfer fee for famous players is too high, and it is not as cost-effective as rookies.

Newcomers generally have low signing fees, young age, long signing time, and can be trained according to the style of the team.

Sun Tianjiao has never found a suitable newcomer, and has begun to think about transferring.

I didn't expect Prince to be so lucky, and there are newcomers rushing to go.

When the topic came to this point, no one continued.

The two clubs are rivals after all, and there are still taboos.

Han Mo washed two potatoes, peeled them, cut them into small pieces, and put them aside.

The beef needs to be stewed for at least two hours to melt in your mouth.

Han Mo was not in a hurry, wiped his hands, came out and stood by the sofa: "Make room for me, I have an interview."

Yan Yibing was lying on the sofa and was unwilling to move. He said lazily, "Go to the restaurant. There is a painting next to my dining table. It's better."

Han Mo whispered: "Master really has no conscience."

Yan Yibing shrank into the towel, hooked his fingers around the edge of the quilt, and covered his mouth: "I have never had a conscience."

In fact, he still didn't dare to let Han Mo get too close.

It may not be contagious once or twice, but it may be contagious after three or four times.

Immunity is something that no one can say badly.

Han Mo had no choice but to dig out the Apple computer, and carried it to the dining table.

Yan Yibing’s dining table is large, rectangular, with a celadon-colored tablecloth covered with a milky-white tablecloth. There is a rose-patterned hollow net on the tablecloth, which reveals the light celadon color underneath. From a distance, it looks like a blooming flower. green rose.

Yanfu is very particular about the quality of life, even the chairs are custom-made from the factory that makes tables and chairs for the Claridge Hotel.

On one side of the dining table is a wine cabinet with various brands of red wine on it, and on the other side is "Girl with a Pearl Earring".

As Yan Yibing said, this is a more suitable place for interviews.

With his back facing the living room, Han Mo pulled out the chair, turned on the computer, and boarded the Yoyo live streaming software.

In the backstage private message, the host has poked him several times.

Han Mo looked at the time, he was not late yet.

According to the agreement, he entered the host's live broadcast room and put down his shirt sleeves by the way.

A lot of people have gathered in the live broadcast room.

The warm-up for this event started five days ago, and a lot of questions were collected online, so even though Yan Yibing fell ill suddenly, Han Mo couldn't refuse.

Host: "It's Hanshen, wait a minute, I'll give Hanshen permission, and then the management will give you a hug."

Han Mo was quickly put on the microphone, and the moment the camera was turned on, he adjusted the angle of the computer.

The screen flickered, and he said softly, "Can you see it?"

The fans swiped excitedly.

[Ah ah ah ah my husband!Long time no see husband! 】

【Hold!It's a black shirt today!So fucking handsome, poke my XP! 】

[Wuuuuhu my husband is so white and wants to wear black, can you unbutton one of the buttons? 】

[Buy around and buy!Sportswear is available now!Can I get a ticket for the East Asia Match? 】

[Han Shenshuai, I've been shown again, and if this happens again, my girlfriend will move on. 】

......

The screen is swiping fast, most of which are meaningless screams.

Han Mo just glanced at it, his expression still indifferent, he leaned back in his chair, waiting for the cue process of the host.

The host said cheerfully: "The fans on the channel are so excited, Hanshen would like to say hello to everyone."

Han Mo didn't wear earphones, so he leaned closer to the laptop's radio: "Hi everyone."

The host knew that there would be absolutely no follow-up after the three words.

"Haha, Hanshen is dressed so formally today, do e-sports players usually dress like this?"

Han Mo: "Usually very casual, today I'm going to interview a newcomer."

His answers were always concise and concise, except for the occasional movement of his eyelids, the whole person seemed to be stuck.

But fans are still excited about a little trick.

Host: "It's amazing. Hanshen has already started interviewing newcomers at the age of 19. I don't know how the preparations for the East Asian competition are going. Did you enjoy working with the other captains?"

Yan Yibing heard it from the sofa and pricked up his ears sensitively.

It's all his fault, so the preparations haven't started yet.

Although both Yu Yan and Chen Chi gave him reassurance and told him that there was no problem, but he heard that the training schedule in South Korea was very tight, and his attitude was much more correct than theirs.

Han Mo: "We have internal tactics, and you can't understand if we talk too much. The cooperation is not bad for the time being, and we train for four hours a day as required."

The host smiled: "Hmm...then it's going to be a bit of gossip. Some fans asked, can you regain the tacit understanding that you had back then by cooperating with Ice God?"

Han Mo subconsciously turned sideways and looked back.

Yan Yibing hid his face in the sofa.

These anchors are really annoying, every time they have to beat around the bush to inquire about his relationship with Han Mo.

It seems that it is everyone's regret that he and Han Mo do not openly fight each other.

Han Mo chuckled and looked away.

"Ice God and I don't need to look for the tacit understanding we had back then, we have always had a tacit understanding."

[Haha, my husband is getting more and more polite. 】

[Come on, he and Yan Yibing have a tacit understanding, it would be nice not to let the other party fall into a box. 】

[So I said this time is really dangerous. Many Japanese and Korean players are brothers and sisters. Here we are, the two are incompatible. 】

[Han Shen Shuai is over, anyway, whoever is on the field will be embarrassed. 】

【Uh...do you want to mock Yi Bingcai? It's a bit exaggerated. 】

The host raised his eyebrows and was stunned: "Wow, it seems that we are bound to win the championship."

"I will do my best." Han Mo spoke impeccably.

The host pulled his hair, pursed his lips and smiled: "The next question is not from me, but someone from our senior management wants to ask. Excuse me, Hanshen is usually so busy in training and participates in so many competitions, he still has time to solve personal problems. Is there a problem? There seem to be a lot of singles in the e-sports circle."

[? ? ?Yoyo, high-level executives, please don't pretend to be public servants, please!Hanshen is only nineteen, and it's time to start a career. 】

[Tsk tsk, high-ranking female, speechless, can you ask Hanshen to give the water friends a strategy? It's useless to ask. 】

[My husband is still young! 】

[The host crosses out! 】

Everyone thought that Han Mo would not answer such boring questions. After all, Han Mo was indifferent and bothered people prying into his privacy the most.

But a few seconds later, Han Mo lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Yes, as long as you like, you can always make time."

【? ? ? 】

[Fuck!It's not what I thought it was! 】

[You are still young!Mom doesn't allow it! 】

【I'm so sore, is it that Duomen? Last time she gave me cold god cologne. 】

[Don't want Domeng, there is no way to do it, Domeng is beautiful and rich. 】

Yan Yibing bit his lip and picked the sofa cover with his fingers.

The host looked shocked, obviously unwilling to believe it.

"Han God already has someone he likes? Then congratulations."

Han Mo leaned back, playing with a thermometer with his fingers.

"Still chasing, he has a bad temper."

slander!

Yan Yibing narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Mo.

Obviously everyone praised him for being gentle and good-natured.

Han Mo didn't seem to feel the knife-like gaze behind him at all, and said slowly: "But he has a fever recently and has become a little clingy."

Yan Yibing grabbed the towel quilt severely.

defamation!

When was he clingy.

Host: "So Hanshen is taking care of his girlfriend now?"

Han Mo paused, then said softly, "It's not my girlfriend, it's my baby."

[Fuck!Lao Tzu fell out of love. 】

[It's sour, it's sour, which woman is it! 】

[Duo Meng did not have a fever in a live broadcast recently, it's not Duo Meng! 】

[I immediately developed a fever, can I get the love of the cold god? 】

[666 is awesome, the champion has a baby and a baby. 】

......

After the interview, Han Mo turned off the computer, turned around, and found Yan Yibing sitting up from the sofa, Xinghe's eyes were wide open, looking at him seriously.

"Han Mo, who is your baby?"

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, gently placed the thermometer on the table, and wrote lightly: "You can't talk about it, Master is really stingy."

Yan Yibing frowned, and calmly said: "No matter what you do, I can't bend it, don't bother."

Although he spoke decisively, but with the ice patch on his head, the bristling hair on the top of his head, and the orange-red towel wrapped around his body, he was really lacking in imposing manner.

Han Mo stared at him for a few seconds, turned around and went to the kitchen without saying a word.

He opened the pot, tasted the texture of the beef, and put the cut potatoes into another pot to cook.

The boiled potatoes are chewed in a blender, poured out, and stir-fried with hot butter and milk.

Wait for the mashed potatoes to absorb all the butter and milk before dishing out and placing on a plate.

He poured red wine and various spices into the beef broth and boiled it for an hour.

When the soup thickens, pour it over the mashed potatoes together.

The hot stew sauce overflows with mellow aroma instantly, just smelling it makes your mouth water.

Yan Yibing was no exception.

He could only eat liquid food, and his stomach digested it quickly, so he was already hungry.

Smelling the smell of beef, he couldn't help but licked his slightly dry lips.

The little bastard is good at everything, but he is very useless in comparison.

He watched as Han Mo brought out the beef and mashed potatoes, and there was a silver spoon on the plate.

Han Mo walked up to him, scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes covered in soup, and then looked down at him.

"Want to eat?"

Yan Yibing raised his chin, tore off the ice patch on his head, and swallowed.

Han Mo handed the spoon to his mouth, Yan Yibing reached out to take it: "I'll do it myself."

Han Mo withdrew the spoon again.

Yan Yibing caught the air, paused with his fingers in the air, and stared at Han Mo.

Han Mo fiddled with the spoon, and wrote casually: "Then can I be called Baby?"

Yan Yibing pursed his lips and said defensively, "No."

Han Mo was not disappointed, but nodded thoughtfully: "Then I won't eat it for you."

Yan Yibing asked anxiously, "Aren't you here to take care of the sick?"

Han Mo put the plate on the coffee table, and replied quietly: "I am not willing to take care of all patients."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Han Mo was not sorry, and poured back the mashed potatoes in the spoon: "If you don't eat it, I will take it away."

Yan Yibing's stomach growled faintly, and he couldn't help but say, "Hello!"

Han Mo stopped in his tracks and looked at him with no room for compromise in his expression.

Yan Yibing frowned and struggled for a while, then whispered, "Just once, and it doesn't mean anything, just an exchange of dinner."

Anyway, Han Mo had already yelled that day when he carried him home, and if he yelled again, there would be a piece of meat.

And there are only him and Han Mo in the family, so no one else will know.

Han Mo is such a beast, if you say you don't feed him, you really won't feed him.

Han Mo curled his lips into a chuckle, scooped up the mashed potatoes again, and fed it to his mouth: "Honey, open your mouth."

Yan Yibing wanted to raise his hand to take the spoon, but Han Mo firmly pressed it down with his left hand.

Han Mo's eyes were burning, and his deep voice was alluring.

"answer me."

Yan Yibing looked at the mashed potatoes in front of him, his eyelids trembled slightly, his ears were red, and he said softly, "Hmm."

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