dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing practiced the game for a whole day, and he became very dizzy.

Seeing that his performance was getting worse and worse, and his concentration was getting less and less concentrated, he was so irritable that he broke out in a cold sweat.

In the end, he simply tore off the invalid ice patch and rubbed his temples fiercely.

Just then my aunt knocked on the door.

"Bing Bing, I left you the egg porridge with minced meat. It's in the pot. Later, Han Mo said to come over and make red bean dumpling soup."

Yan Yibing put his elbows on the table, leaned on his temples, and asked with his head sideways, "When did he say that?"

Auntie: "Han Mo made several phone calls just now. I think you were too focused on practicing so I didn't bother you. I answered it for you."

Yan Yibing looked around for his phone, but there was none around him.

He just remembered that at noon, he went to the kitchen to fetch warm water, and conveniently put his phone on the dining table below.

He paused: "He made a lot of calls?"

That little bastard won't see that he hasn't been angry all this time, will he?

"Five or six, it's because your notes are too..." Auntie smiled shyly, "I didn't dare to answer it at first, but then I realized it was him."

Yan Yibing licked his lower lip, and said awkwardly, "My note...what did you say?"

"The young man looked very cold, but he was actually very talkative in private. He also told me that you two like to call each other nicknames. He said he called you heartless. I said that you are a little beast." The auntie covered her mouth in embarrassment, as if she felt that it was very inappropriate to say such curse words, "Oh, let's not talk about it, I have to go home and hug my grandson."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He didn't care if Han Mo had no conscience in giving him a note, but now Han Mo knew that he called him a little beast.

day.

Yan Yibing's scalp was numb.

The little beast is a real beast, but he probably won't like this veritable nickname.

Seeing his aunt gone, Yan Yibing pondered whether to lock Han Mo outside.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is bleak.

When Auntie was putting on her shoes and going out, Han Mo knocked on the door, and the two handed over perfectly, leaving no room for him to maneuver.

Just as Yan Yibing dragged himself to the stairs, Han Mo was already saying goodbye to his aunt.

Yan Yibing: "..."

He glanced at it, turned around, and was about to go back to the house.

Han Mo casually said, "Master, where do you put the milk?"

Yan Yibing had no choice but to stop, and came down again dawdly: "It's in the locker in the basement, let me come."

Han Mo opened the milk box, and handed Xiaoyuanzi to Yan Yibing: "The milk is too heavy, you put this in the refrigerator, it will crack easily after it melts."

"Oh." Yan Yibing pinched Xiao Yuanzi, it was cold and comfortable.

He opened the refrigerator and stuffed it into the freezer.

While closing the refrigerator, he stared at Han Mo from the corner of his eye.

Han Mo's expression was normal, his eyes were drooping, his facial muscles were smooth, only his hair became damp due to the hot weather.

Han Mo breathed evenly, rolled up his sleeves, and naturally picked up the milk and went to the basement, seemingly lifeless.

Does he himself recognize the title of little beast?

The structure of the villas in the community is similar, and Han Mo knows where the lockers are without saying anything about Yi Bingjiao.

Compared with his house, the basement of Yan Yibing's house was well utilized.

In addition to the locker that comes with the villa, Yanmu seems to have packed another locker.

He wasn't sure which.

After hesitating for a while, Han Mo still opened the cabinet that was embedded in the wall of the villa.

After a glance, I found that there were old things that had been piled up for a long time.

Digimon machines, yo-yos and four-wheel drive vehicles that have been around for a long time, roller skates in bags, dusty scooters, tennis rackets with holes, and bouncing sticks that were very popular more than ten years ago.

It seemed that they were all used by Yan Yibing when he was a child.

Yan's mother was reluctant to throw away, and kept all these memories.

Han Mo watched, his eyes softened a little, and he curled his lips into a smile.

He picked up the Digimon machine and pressed it, and the battery was long gone.

Yan Yibing was six years older than him. When he started watching anime and knew about these gadgets, all the popular toys were discontinued.

Of course, his childhood passed quickly.

From being obsessed with small toys and cartoons to never touching them again, it seems to be in an instant.

He stretched out his hand again to measure the size of the roller skates.

It's less than a palm long.

This must have been played by Yan Yibing when he was four or five years old.

He was not born then.

He fantasized in his mind what Master looked like when he was a child.

Definitely beautiful too.

With milky white skin, moist and bright apricot eyes, jet-black hair, and red lips, she looks very smart and well-behaved.

However, it is better now.

You can kiss and hug now.

After admiring it for a while, Han Mo was about to close the door.

At the moment when the light was about to disappear, he caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous transparent box placed in the corner.

He took another look, and then the smile in his eyes disappeared.

On the box it says——

Baby Ah Yi's love letter box.

Through the transparent box, you can see colorful postcards, small heart-shaped envelopes, paper cranes and star bottles that symbolize love.

Some are very frank, directly written on the postcard in big fonts.

[Yan Yibing, can you be my boyfriend, I love you. 】

Really tender and affectionate.

The love letters of these years are kept.

Thinking of the years when he was not around, Yan Yibing would seriously accept other people's love letters, go home and seriously consider whether to be together, Han Mo's chest felt sore.

He put the milk in the freshly opened cupboard and went upstairs.

Yan Yibing was unscrewing a cup of yogurt to drink.

He couldn't open his mouth, and he took sips of yogurt. He couldn't control the speed, and the yogurt flowed down from his lips, so he had to stretch out his tongue to lick it hastily.

Han Mo's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "I'm covered in sweat, go back to take a shower and change clothes first, remember to take your temperature."

"Yeah." Yan Yibing leaned against the refrigerator and nodded listlessly.

"And...forget it."

Before leaving, Han Mo squinted his eyes, glanced at Yan Yi Bing meaningfully, fixed his gaze for a few seconds, and then moved away.

Yan Yibing's eyelids trembled, and he touched the tip of his nose inexplicably.

Han Mo washed up very quickly, in just over ten minutes, he came back with wet hair and changed into a dark blue short sleeve.

As soon as he entered the door, he asked, "How many degrees?"

Yan Yibing's eyes fluttered: "It's about 38, it's about the same as usual."

It's actually 38 degrees five.

He didn't take much rest today, and playing games required a high degree of concentration. After being too tired, the temperature easily rose.

And the antipyretics he took in the afternoon didn't seem to work.

Han Mo took two bags of milk, took Xiaoyuanzi out of the refrigerator, lit the fire to boil water, and put Xiaoyuanzi in the water to boil.

After about five or six minutes, he controlled the water, poured the milk and red bean paste into the pot, boiled it on a low heat, and waited until the red bean paste was completely integrated into the milk before he turned off the heat, poured it into a bowl, and put it on the window to dry with.

"Let's have porridge first."

Han Mo served Yan Yibing porridge.

Yan Yibing lay on the dining table and silently pulled the phone off the table.

After being busy for such a long time, Han Mo must have forgotten the note.

It's good to forget, it's best never to think about it.

He opened his mouth, blew, and then sipped the porridge in small sips.

Although this disease is an eating disorder, he didn't find it difficult because Han Mo cooked delicious food for him in different ways these days.

After eating the porridge made by auntie and the dessert was cold, Yan Yibing drank another bowl of xiaoyuanzi.

The glutinous balls can be swallowed with the tip of the tongue, and the milk bean paste is also very sweet. After eating, he subconsciously put the spoon in his mouth.

Han Mo wrote lightly: "I heard that Master is playing the game today?"

Yan Yibing lowered his eyes, casually: "Well, I played for a while."

He was not satisfied.

In the next few rounds, his hands were soft and his head was dizzy. Only when the grenade exploded around him did he realize that his face was bloody from the reverse charge.

Han Mo: "I'll watch the replay later."

Yan Yibing raised his eyes alertly: "What are you doing watching the replay?"

Han Mo buckled down the spoon, and said solemnly: "Of course, it's to see the level of the ice god, and the cooperative training is about to begin, so I must know it."

Yan Yibing frowned and gave a soft "hmm".

Han Mo's request was not too much.

The four people who are used to being the core of the team must understand each other well enough and coordinate with each other in order to play well.

It's okay for Han Mo to look at it, but the rounds he played today really can't represent his true level.

After dinner.

Yan Yibing opened his laptop in the living room and logged into his account.

Calling up the historical records, Yan Yibing glanced at it, and turned his face away in embarrassment.

B+, SSS, SSS, S, SS, A, A, B, S, SS, B, A.

Miserable.

Han Mo looked at it from top to bottom, and silently wrote it down in his heart.

With a high fever, he played twelve games while he was away.

They are all high-end rounds of Hanbok, and it takes time and energy to fight.

It's almost catching up with his daily training volume.

Han Mo suppressed his anger and turned on the replay of the first B+.

Shrinking the second circle, Yan Yibing drove straight to the robbery slope.

This place is too close to the airport, almost a battleground for military strategists, and an ambush on the slope is inevitable.

But Yan Yibing was obviously very resentful about the vacancy of these few days, and deliberately challenged the difficulty.

When the car rushed up, there were already gunshots from at least three directions.

Yan Yibing parked the car beside the boulder, used the car as a cover, jumped off, and killed two people.

After the fight, he was very experienced and planned to shift positions.

After all, the horizontal position of the car is too obvious here.

But his position had been exposed long ago, someone was shooting at him in front, and someone was sniping on the opposite hill.

There is no way, no matter how good a player is, it is difficult to avoid the distant snipers.

And he can't continue to hide behind the car, the car can be wiped out with a few shots.

So Yan Yibing got a B+.

Yan Yibing started to break out in a cold sweat again, and staring at the screen for a long time made his body feel even more uncomfortable.

He simply leaned on the sofa, hugged the pillow, and didn't accompany Han Mo to watch.

Han Mo watched several in a row, turned off the replay, and turned his head.

He said lightly: "Ice God, how can you be someone else's master after you beat yourself up like this?"

Yan Yibing blushed, a little annoyed: "This is not my real level, it's just that I lose energy after hitting the back."

Han Mo closed the computer with one hand, narrowed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Really? In the first round, for making such a low-level mistake, we Prince will be punished by the captain to stand for an hour."

Yan Yibing swallowed, pursed his lips, feeling inexplicably ashamed.

Han Mo ignored it, and lowered his voice, "Do you know how to stand? Just stand at the door of a team's training room, with hands behind your back like a primary school student. Don't let go, don't lean against the wall, and let the staff who come and go have a look." , who didn’t play well enough, such a big guy was fined to stand.”

Yan Yibing's breathing gradually became short of breath, his palms were wet with sweat, and he was holding the pillow tightly.

He felt his face go up and down.

As Han Mo's former master, he felt ashamed to be taught a lesson by his apprentice now.

"We at Zero don't practice corporal punishment."

Han Mo chuckled: "Punishment is nothing like corporal punishment. It's just a lesson for disobedient players, but Master himself is the leader of the first team. The coach and manager will definitely not be willing to punish you."

Yan Yibing gritted his teeth and paused every word: "I've said it all, I'm not in good condition with a fever."

Han Mo nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "When Ice God is a disciple, can you accept this kind of excuse?"

Yan Yibing tightened his lips and stared at Han Mo with deeply folded eyelids.

Although Han Mo found fault today, he was indeed ruthless when he inspected the youth training camp back then, and he refused to admit any excuses.

He also trained Han Mo. If you have a cold or a fever, if you don't play well, you don't play well. If you don't play well once, you can double up and come back. After the operation has formed muscle memory, you can play with your eyes closed.

Of course, this was an exaggeration, and he didn't expect that such a thing would happen to him one day.

If the state is not good, no matter how many times you practice it will be this virtue.

Seeing that Yan Yi Bing didn't answer, Han Mo asked again: "Since Master knows that I have a fever and is not in good condition, why don't you take a good rest and waste time to reverse the whole day?"

Yan Yibing was slightly taken aback.

He suddenly realized that this was what Han Mo wanted to say.

It's not that he questioned his poor play, but that he forced himself to train in this state.

So is... caring about him?

The corners of Yan Yibing's eyes drooped slightly, his thick eyelashes stretched out, and his face was still a little red.

But the shame is gone, it's all burning.

He could feel his body getting warmer, and it was harder to stay awake.

It's true that he shouldn't be training, and it will be a week in two days, so he can't wait.

Because of guilty conscience, Yan Yibing's voice was very soft: "Understood, I won't practice for these two days."

Han Mo nodded, narrowed his eyes, and leaned closer: "This matter is over, shouldn't we discuss the remarks?"

Yan Yibing: "!!!"

really!

A narrow-minded man will never let this matter go!

Han Mo muttered to himself, "Little beast."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He really wanted to say "you let me explain", but he didn't seem to have anything to explain.

His Weibo, WeChat, and cell phone address book notes to Han Mo are all little beasts.

Vivid images, easy to understand.

Han Mo: "I come here every day to cook for you, give you a massage, peel oranges, and run around the clubhouse like a little beast? Or do I feel sorry for you, like you, and think of you like a little beast when I see something good?"

Yan Yibing pressed his teeth against the tip of his tongue, and his eyes trembled.

Han Mo obviously changed the concept secretly!

Obviously hugging him, kissing him, so crazy that he doesn't even care about infecting the virus, he is a little beast.

But Han Mo is too good at poking people's hearts.

It would be a lie to say that he was not touched by these things, except for his parents and Han Mo, no one could take care of him like this.

So Yan Yibing whispered: "Okay, okay, let me change my line."

He touched the phone and clicked into the phone's address book, but before he could change it, Han Mo asked, "Change it to what?"

Yan Yibing: "Han Mo, otherwise, what else do you want?"

Han Mo smiled, the corners of his eyes were lightly folded, his eyes were bright.

"Master, are you sure you want me to tell?"

He said softly and ambiguously, but it was natural: "How about changing to husband?"

husband?Yan Yibing stopped his fingers and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He took a deep breath, the shattered light in his eyes was like a stone hitting a calm lake.

"Han Mo, you..."

Your uncle!Your grandma's!

You are a fucking little bastard!

You are more beast than beast!

The beast immediately gave you this title and bowed to you!

With regret in Han Mo's eyes, he said slowly, "I don't want to." He paused for a moment, then dragged the end of his voice, "It's fine, then I'll do something really beastly, and Master doesn't need to change."

Yan Yibing: "?"

Han Mo grabbed Yan Yibing's ankle which was lazily slung on the sofa, and said sourly: "Master has received so many love letters since he was a child, and he has kept a box full of them. In terms of feelings, he will never be ignorant."

Yan Yibing felt his ankle warm up, and a small pimple suddenly appeared on his body.

"Who told you I..."

He remembered.

His mother did pack a box for him to put the love letters he had received since he was a child.

Said that it was a memory of youth, the beauty of innocence, if you can't find a girlfriend in the future, you can still check the gaps and make up for the gaps.

His mother has this feeling, but he doesn't.

The box was in the basement, and he never looked at it once.

He didn't open many of the love letters he received before. Anyway, if they are similar, they are very boring.

Han Mo got closer, and his hand tightened.

"Has Master ever held hands with a girl? There are so many girls, wouldn't it be possible that you haven't held hands with any of them? It's so easy to study, and you can take the first place in the exam casually. Have you ever thought of falling in love? Have you ever hugged in the school grove? Have you ever kissed?"

Yan Yibing did not.

He was late to love, and he was a little proud of being spoiled by his teacher when he was a child. He was the kind of aloof student who would walk through the teaching building with his hands in his pockets and write his name on the first page. Then he faintly heard whispers of admiration from the girls, and smiled lazily.

Now think about it, very, secondary.

But it was like this at the time, he never wanted to establish a romantic relationship with someone, and no one dared to chase him recklessly.

"None of your business! Let go!" Yan Yibing kicked his legs hard, the unexpected force made Han Mo unable to react in time, and let go of his ankle.

With a sullen face, Yan Yibing got up and wanted to leave.

But his body was weak, and his strength was incomparable to Han Mo's.

Han Mo hooked his waist with his hand, and brought him back to the sofa.

Han Mo looked at him like a hungry little wolf dog.

As soon as he exerted force, he firmly pressed his hands.

"Fuck!" Yan Yibing cursed angrily, raising his leg to kick.

Han Mo put his knee directly between Yan Yi Bing's legs.

Yan Yibing's movements stopped.

The fatal part was threatened, and he dared not act rashly.

His hair was messy and he fell on the pillow, his fat clothes were rolled up, revealing a small section of his abdominal muscles.

Han Mo's heavy breath hit Yan Yibing's face, and his Adam's apple rolled.

"Master doesn't change the remarks, will I really be a beast?"

Yan Yibing shuddered, bit his lip tightly, and burned his ears.

He couldn't imagine how crazy Han Mo could be.

It's like being suffocated after coming out of the fucking monk's temple.

It's not enough to be angry, and it's not enough to beat Han Mo.

No matter how angry Yan Yibing was, he had no choice but to change his strategy.

He lost his strength, shrank his body, carefully avoided Han Mo's knees, and bent his legs.

Immediately, he frowned, parted his lips slightly, and gasped weakly.

"Han Mo, you can't do this. I have a high fever. It was 38 degrees five in the afternoon. It must be higher now."

"My head hurts, is it easy to get meningitis complications?"

"My throat hurts too, the back of my ear is swollen and uncomfortable, and I want to vomit."

"It's so uncomfortable, I'm going to die."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes, tilted his head, wrinkled his nose, and let a few strands of hair hang down in front of his face in embarrassment, like a dying animal.

Han Mo paused for a few seconds, then she let go of him, and raised her hand to touch his forehead.

It is indeed hot.

His face was also flushed abnormally, his lips were a little dry, and the back of his ears were swollen, almost touching the earlobe.

It seems that today's training has put a lot of load on his body.

Han Mo got off the sofa, half-kneeled on the ground, brushed his messy hair away, and while he was closing his eyes, leaned into the corner of his eye with curly eyelashes and kissed lightly.

Han Mo smiled, a little helplessly: "Okay, it's progress if Master can act like a baby."

The author has something to say: Han Mo: I want to be called my husband.

Yan Yibing: .