dissatisfied [e-sports]

Lying sick at home for two days, Yan Yibing seemed to be used to living with a high fever.

There was an aunt at home during the day, and Han Mo was not often there, so Yan Yibing couldn't wait to turn on the computer and log in to the game.

He hadn't touched the mouse and keyboard for several days, and he was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with the others in terms of speed and awareness.

He is the oldest, and it is not easy for others to criticize him. In the end, if he really did not fight well, he can only apologize with death.

He put on the ice stickers, chose the single-row mode, and drove directly to the Hanbok in a large size with a high score.

He is not afraid of being recognized by others. It is nothing to lose face now, but it is terrible to lose face on the field.

The first match, unfortunately, was a circle of divine punishment.

Yan Yibing entered the circle ten times, and when he drove to Jiepo, he was flanked by the front and rear. He took away the front one, but was killed by the rear one, and finally ranked eighth.

Looking at the dazzling rankings and scores, he really wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

But the current body probably can't support him to toss like this.

After a while, Yan Yibing started another game.

This round went very smoothly, [-] kills to eat chicken, a few reckless ones came up to shoot him, but he killed them all.

In the third game, he rushed to the house in the final round. His position was very bad, because he had no teammates to support him, so he played very cautiously.

The level of the people in the room was good, and he dodged a few thunders. In the end, he just gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

Fortunately, he left some sprays, and the last spray pierced the opponent's armor.

The feel gradually came back.

He breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his bulging and swollen ears, and played the fourth set.

He thinks he is not the hardest working in the e-sports circle, but he is definitely not pretentious just because of his talent.

Top players are promoted by training hours, and he is no exception.

The sun is scorching hot, and the temperature in Shanghai has soared to the highest level this year.

Han Mo was recruited to the club at noon.

On the way, Yu Yan called him and asked about Yan Yi Bing's situation in a roundabout way.

Han Mo said calmly, "He's recovering well, and he should recover in two days. Just in case, it's better not to see each other."

After a pause, Yu Yan said in a low voice: "I didn't expect you to help take care of him in the end, thank you."

Han Mo: "It should."

Yu Yan didn't think too much about the meaning of "should", and hung up the phone with a smile.

Back at the club, Han Mo put his coat on the hanger, raised his head and drank a few sips of mineral water, his thin sweat faded away, and he asked, "Why did you ask me to come over in such a hurry?"

Ding Jun looked at Han Mo's face, looked left and right, trying to see some spring on his face.

Unfortunately not.

"No, are you really chasing someone recently?"

Han Mo didn't hide it, nodded: "Yes, I'm chasing."

Ding Jun frowned: "I want to give gifts to the little girl, let's accompany her to eat, go shopping and watch movies. How do you have time recently?"

Han Mo glanced at him, pulled a chair and sat down: "Don't worry, I don't need it, and I will never delay training."

Because Yan Yibing was more eager to train than he was.

Ding Jun didn't believe it, and snorted: "Come on, you don't accompany anything, what do people want you to do?"

Han Mo didn't say anything, and simply said, "Don't worry."

Ding Jun scratched his hair, licked his teeth, and said insincerely, "I'm definitely not against you falling in love. It's very normal to fall in love at this age. Anyway, you have to understand in your heart that people like you must like your success, so your career is important." is the most important."

Han Mo's eyelids drooped, and he smiled lightly, "My achievements shouldn't be a big deal in his eyes."

Ding Jun: "Tsk, she can't be a rich lady."

Han Mo thought about it meaningfully: "If you are rich, you can be considered a young lady."

Ding Jun: "That's not easy to chase. Anyway, you should calm down and don't worry if you don't succeed."

Han Mo closed his eyes: "Is that why you came to me?"

Ding Jun smiled: "How can it be, isn't the new kid in the team wanting to meet you?"

Han Mo: "Meet me? Didn't you meet me the day of the interview?"

Ding Jun: "Although it is now in the probationary period, I definitely want to sign him. He is young and has good talent, but now there is no place in the first team. After the probationary period is over, let him stay in the second team first, and then see the situation." .”

The professional arena is cruel.

Experienced players sign contracts with clubs on a one-year contract system. After one year is over, we will see if we can still play together.

Sometimes the team wants to keep the player but the player has a better place to go, sometimes the player wants to stay but the team finds a stronger candidate.

Under this kind of pressure, if you don't make progress, you will be thrown away soon.

The least named member of Prince's team is Mobei.

He is about the same age as Han Mo, but he entered the industry late, and his talent is not particularly high. The level must be enough, but obviously Ding Jun thinks that the newcomer is better.

Ding Jun said that he saw Han Mo's shadow in this child.Although it is temporarily placed in the second team, if the kid performs well in the second team, he will probably replace Mobei during the transfer period.

Although Han Mo felt that the survival of the fittest was cruel, all of them stepped on the shoulders of their predecessors, without exception.

"Okay, let's see how he behaves." Han Mo didn't care much about what hadn't happened yet.

Moreover, the league's policy has changed recently, and minors are not allowed to participate in the competition. The newcomer is only seventeen, and it will take a while for him to be able to compete.

Ding Jun: "Xin Chen said that you are his idol, and he is the Prince who came for you, so I want you to give him advice."

Xin Chen is the new 17-year-old boy.

After walking around for a long time, Ding Jun wanted Han Mo to stabilize the newcomer.

The power of idols should not be underestimated, just like Yan Yibing who can affect Han Mo's emotions.

Han Mo was silent for a while, then snorted softly: "I can only fight but not teach, isn't it the coach's job to give pointers, what do you want me to do?"

There is a specialization in art, and Han Mo really doesn't know how to teach others.

He doesn't even bother to talk, or doesn't understand why some people are not strong at all.

The commander in the team has always been Xiao Nuo, and Xiao Nuo is the one who can coordinate the overall situation and integrate everyone's advantages.

If Xin Chen wants to give advice, he can either ask the coach who studies tactics and players all day long, or ask Xiao Nuo, who is the most eloquent.

He was not a good candidate at all.

Ding Jun patted him on the shoulder: "I know, I know, but the child is persistent. If you insist on giving advice, it's not a big deal. I agree. You can just look around and make some requests. Those who want to get close to idols Isn't that how it feels?"

Han Mo frowned and looked at his watch.

At this time, Yan Yibing should still be asleep.

And there is an aunt at home, nothing will happen.

He'd have to train for a few hours at the club anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to see the newcomers.

Han Mo followed Ding Jun to the training room of the second team.

Now there are four people in the second team. In name, Xin Chen is just a backup, and even the table is added to him.

As soon as Han Mo followed Ding Jun into the door, several members of the second team raised their heads tacitly and pulled off their earphones: "Manager, Captain."

Ding Jun nodded: "Practice your skills, Hanshen come and have a look."

Han Mo looked around, and finally settled on the small table in the farthest corner.

A boy who was a little short but handsome and sunny was looking at him with burning eyes.

The boy was quite thin, and he was dressed a little casually. The fat sportswear hung fluffy on his shoulders, like a compressed pocket.

"Cold God."

Xin Chen let out a small cry, pursed his lips, and wiped the table with his fingers unconsciously.

Han Mo looked at it for a moment, then nodded indifferently: "Come on."

Xin Chen's face flushed with excitement, and he solemnly swore: "I will work hard, I will definitely become your teammate and play games with you."

He was immersed in the excitement of seeing his idol up close, but he didn't realize that the crackling keyboard sound disappeared instantly as soon as he said this sentence.

A few people from the second team didn't look up, look around, or make a sound, but their hearts were no longer on the training ground, the mouse was shaking anxiously, and their faces were ugly.

Ding Jun was a little embarrassed.

Although he knew in his heart that these people in the second team were not as good as the first team, but as a manager, he always encouraged them to be promoted to the first team.

These people also dreamed of being teammates and playing games with Han Mo.

But the number of places in the first team is limited, and it is even rarer to go less, so no one will talk about their ambitions.

Xin Chen is simply blind.

Han Mo lowered his eyes, and wrote lightly: "Practice first, everyone is the same, there is nothing impossible to play well."

When he first came to Prince, he was about the same age as Xin Chen.

Ding Jun made an exception and made him the captain of the first team. The pressure and jealousy he faced were far greater than Xin Chen.

Although Han Mo has a cold temperament and few words, he knows how to behave.

His childhood experience made him very good at reading people's faces, and he could almost understand what others thought of him with just a glance.

So he never said anything to irritate his teammates, and he tried to keep a low profile in the team. He didn't regard himself as the star of the team, and he didn't feel that being the captain was superior to others.

He handed over the commanding rights to Xiao Nuo, rarely participated in commercial activities, and often took out bonuses to treat everyone to dinner.

This has reduced the imbalance in the hearts of other members of the club a lot.

But even so, it took him nearly a year to bring back all the championships he could win to Prince before he was able to secure his position as the captain of the first team.

Ding Jun's enthusiasm seemed to give Xin Chen a certain illusion, making him think that he was the next Han Mo.

Ding Jun smoothed things over: "You are still young, and you can't participate in the competition now, so you should practice more in the team. If there is anything you can't do, ask these seniors."

Ke Xinchen was obviously unaware of the atmosphere in the room.

He only had Han Mo in his eyes, so he blurted out: "I want Han God to guide me."

Han Mo glanced at him: "There are professional coaches in the team, and their guidance will be more helpful to you."

Xin Chen frowned aggrievedly, his forearm muscles were tense, and his Adam's apple was tight: "But... you also got the guidance of the ice god back then, so you can avoid many detours."

He has arrogance in his heart, and feels that his current level is already very good, and ordinary players can't guide him at all, and he won't accept it.

In the entire e-sports circle, the only ones who convinced him were those who became famous as teenagers, Han Mo, Yan Yi Bing, and Yu Yan.

Among the three, only Han Mo had the most passionate and exciting experience.

Both Yan Yibing and Yu Yan started as youth trainees and worked their way up step by step. After the original captain retired, he took over and became famous.

But Han Mo does not.

Han Mo came and went freely in the two top clubs. After leaving Zero, he was directly parachuted into Prince's captain. At that time, almost the whole circle was fried.

Han Mo became famous overnight.

And he deserves this reputation, he has unquestionable strength, he is the youngest captain so far.

Xin Chen also wanted to be such a Ziwei star.

Han Mo was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Because Ice God is in command, he can speak and teach, so I had time to wander around the youth training camp. First, I don't know how to teach, and second, I have no patience. Third, Ice God has not been able to teach for many years. Going to the academy, I was just lucky."

Xin Chen licked his lips and insisted: "I will not let you down, I want you to be my master."

Ding Jun opened his mouth in surprise.

He didn't expect that Xin Chen admired Han Mo so much.

Teammates and mentors are still not the same.

One needs to use heart and the other needs to use emotion.

Han Mo refused without thinking: "I don't accept apprentices, and I'm only two years older than you, so it's not suitable."

He found an excuse, and said to Ding Jun, "Xiao Nuo is waiting for me to review the game, I will go there first."

Ding Jun nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, go get busy."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Xin Chen's eyes, Qingjun's face was turned aside, and he remained silent.

Ding Jun frowned, and comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, the captain hasn't seen your results yet, you can prove it to him, maybe he will accept you."

Xin Chen said stubbornly: "Of course I will. It's annoying that Qi Qi can't play games, otherwise I can prove it in the autumn competition."

Ding Jun patted him on the shoulder: "It will take a long time, don't worry."

Xin Chen was not reconciled: "But Hanshen is already famous at the age of 17, but I'm still stuck in my age."

Ding Jun laughed happily: "It's a rule, there's no way. Han Mo is really busy recently, and he has to participate in team practice and prepare for the East Asian match, so don't bother him. After this period of time, I will find a chance for you Two doubles."

The extinguished flames in Xin Chen's eyes ignited again, and the joy in his tone couldn't be concealed: "Really?"

Ding Jun: "Really."

Han Mo went back to the team's training room, Xiao Nuo was eating biscuits.

Seeing Han Mo's face, Xiao Nuo smiled and said, "The new one is a bit annoying."

Han Mo raised his eyes: "Are you pestering you too?"

Xiao Nuo shrugged: "How can that be? He said he came for you as soon as he joined the team, and he even said he wanted you to be his master."

Han Mo's eyes were impatient: "I don't need apprentices, and I'm not interested in teaching them."

Xiao Nuo gave a "tsk", jokingly said: "Captain, you can't hide your secrets. Back then, the Ice God was your master, but now you are someone else's master, it's considered an inheritance."

Han Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were deep, and said softly: "It's different."

Xiao Nuo laughed: "Why is it different?"

Han Mo lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and said meaningfully: "The Ice God is here with me, and it's not just for preaching and teaching."

Xiao Nuo was startled: "Otherwise, what else would Master do?"

Han Mo glanced at him coldly, and said seriously: "In modern society, you should call a coach a coach, a mentor a mentor, what kind of master should you call me?"

Xiao Nuo: "?"

This means that only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps, right?

In the evening, Han Mo drove home and first went to a chain supermarket near the community.

He bought a carton of oat milk and a bag of dumplings and red bean paste.

While swiping his card at the cashier, he called Yan Yibing.

No one picked up.

Han Mo frowned.

I took the things out and called again, but no one answered.

It wasn't until he made the fifth call that the other party answered after six or seven rings.

Han Mo asked, "What are you doing?"

The opposite party hesitated: "Who are you? Bingbing is practicing in the room and can't answer the phone. If you have something to do, call later."

Han Mo slightly raised his eyebrows, and recognized Auntie's voice.

He said, "Auntie, I'm Han Mo."

Knowing his name, the aunt immediately said enthusiastically: "Oh, you, I took several calls before answering. I'm afraid I'll delay the business, so I'll call you Bingbing?"

Han Mo: "No, I was looking for you. I bought milk and red bean paste. I will make red bean dumpling soup tonight. You can help him make egg porridge."

Aunt: "Okay, okay."

Han Mo paused, as if casually mentioning it after finishing the conversation, he said lightly, "I can't tell from the notes that it's me?"

Auntie smiled embarrassedly: "How can you tell, I don't understand the tricks of you young people."

Han Mo chuckled: "Well, we just nicknamed each other casually, and what I remarked to him is that he has no conscience."

The aunt suddenly said: "Well, I just said this name... I didn't dare to answer it at first."

Han Mo calmly guided: "The two of us are always joking around. My nickname is better than his."

Auntie pondered for a moment, and disagreed: "That's Bingbing, the little beast he gave you."

Han Mo: "..."

The smile on Han Mo's lips deepened, but his eyes darkened, and he gently rubbed the phone case with his fingertips: "That's it."

He hung up the phone, and the 'baby' on the note flashed past.

Not tidy up.

The author has something to say: Han Mo: Master can press on the bed and do whatever he wants.