dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing couldn't hide in the club all the time, he still had to go to the League Building to study tactics and analyze opponents face to face.

The league invited them two professional coaches, and Yan Yibing had to listen to them.

Before the training, Yan Yibing and Yu Yan chatted while eating Haagen-Dazs at the entrance of the small corridor.

Yan Yibing asked, "How did you and Ding Luo start dating?"

Yu Yan glanced at him and lightly said, "No way, are you having a relationship problem?"

Yan Yi said with a cold face, "No, I'm a friend..."

Yu Yan: "Tell me, who do you fancy?"

Yan Yibing: "..."

Yu Yan swallowed the Haagen-Dazs ball in two or three gulps, and said vaguely: "Hurry up, start training immediately."

Yan Yibing pretended to be calm, and took a small sip slowly: "Believe it or not, he is really a friend of mine. He is quite young. Anyway, he used to be the cold and indifferent type, but after graduation, he seems to be a different person. He is very beastly. ... Especially if a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and it is inappropriate for you to like a teacher who is six years older than him, I plan to persuade him to give up."

Yu Yan frowned, and found that this friend's situation was indeed not compatible with Yan Yibing, so he stopped, suspecting that it was Yan Yibing himself.

"College students? There are also young and beautiful girls of the same age."

"That's right." Yan Yibing thought about the environment of the e-sports circle, young and beautiful commentators, hosts, and fans, there are simply too many to count, "Who knows what he thinks."

Yu Yan threw the paper box into the trash can, shaking the little drops of water on his hands: "And it's not appropriate to find a teacher, it's not fair to other students, university teachers should have quite a lot of power?"

"Uh...it doesn't have much power, and it can't help him." Yan Yibing thought for a while, Han Mo didn't like him because of what he could bring.

Yu Yan: "I don't understand university, but my family, Ding Luo, does. May I ask her for you?"

Yan Yibing paused, but still didn't want to get into trouble: "Forget it, it's not a big deal."

Yu Yan hooked his shoulders, and smiled casually: "Why are you being polite to Dad, let's go, training."

Yan Yibing also ate the remaining ice cream in two or three bites, wiped his mouth, and walked slowly to the training room with Yu Yan.

The two of them hit it off, Chen Chi, Han Mo, the two coaches have already arrived.

It's not just these people.

Yan Yibing's eyes fell on Han Mo's side.

A boy who looked a bit immature and was no taller than 1.8 meters was talking to Han Mo with his head down.

The boy didn't look handsome, but he was very handsome and clean. Because of his thin body, the moment he lowered his head, his cervical spine visibly protruded.

"Wow, is the DPI so high that the mouse won't float when you use it?"

When he was speaking, in order for Han Mo to hear him clearly, he would subconsciously move closer to Han Mo's ear, and the zipper of his fat tracksuit almost fell on Han Mo's shoulder.

Han Mo was adjusting the peripherals, he paused when he heard the words, and just replied lightly: "Just get used to it."

The boy's face was flushed, his eyes were bright, and he whispered: "Then I will try it next time. Although it is easy to float, it is fast, and it is good to control the gun. It is an advantage. Assault players like me still need to be conscious. The coach also said so, what do you think, the captain?"

Han Mo sighed, and turned off the adjustment interface: "Don't learn from me, just do it your own way."

In the past two days, he could clearly feel that Xin Chen was imitating him.

Imitate his style of play, imitate his basic data settings, imitate his combat awareness, and even imitate his small movements when playing games.

Sometimes when his cervical spine is tired and his back is sore, he will use his left finger bone to press the acupuncture points on the side of his neck when he confirms his safety.

So does Xin Chen.

The same fingers, the same acupuncture points.

After seeing it once, Han Mo felt very uncomfortable.

When he was in Zero, Yan Yibing also had a lot of shadows in his style, but it was because Yan Yibing always taught him and watched him every day. The formation of this style was subtle, and he didn't deliberately imitate it.

But he has never taught Xin Chen, and there is no subtle influence, and Xin Chen imitates very specifically, as if he is not just trying to copy his competitive level, but to copy him as a person.

Xin Chen seems to regard him as a template for overnight fame, similar to a mass-produced idol star.

After Han Mo finished fixing the peripherals, he looked up and saw Yan Yibing standing at the door.

Yan Yibing was staring in his direction without blinking, his dark and watery pupils reflected the light in the bright and hot sunlight, and a strand of hair hung abruptly at the corner of his eyes, which was illuminated brown.

Just as Han Mo was about to move his lips, Yan Yibing had already looked away, chatted and laughed with Yu Yan and went to his place, and began to skillfully install peripherals and check the settings.

So Han Mo swallowed his words again.

Yu Yan plugged in the keyboard, raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Mo: "The newcomer you brought?"

There is no rule that no one can come to observe the training of the four of them, as long as they don't disturb them.

Yu Yan's girlfriend, Ding Luo, would also come occasionally, and would just sit there silently, sometimes joining in the fun to watch the battle, and most of the time playing with her mobile phone.

Han Mo said indifferently: "The manager asked me to bring me to study."

After he finished speaking, he took a look at Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing had a stern face, fiddled with the keyboard in a serious manner, without looking up at all.

Han Mo always felt that Yan Yi Bing was a little abnormal today, as if he deliberately didn't want to greet him.

Yu Yan smiled and joked: "It seems that Ding Jun takes it very seriously, is he going to enter the first team?"

"No way, the captain didn't notify me." Xin Chen lowered his head, pursed his lips and smiled subtly.

His smile is very meaningful.

Not being humble and shy, not self-deprecating and prevarication.

It seems to be saying, um, thank you for congratulating me in advance, I am indeed going to the first team.

"It's not something I worry about." Han Mo didn't care, but seeing that Yan Yi Bing had installed the peripherals, he fished out a glass of pearl barley water from his backpack and pushed it in Yan Yi Bing's direction, "Ice God, Soothe your throat."

Only one cup, not even himself.

There are boxes of Baisui Mountain in the training room, and other people don't need him to bring water to care about.

Yu Yan was startled slightly, but understood immediately.

Yan Yibing's illness was just right, he was a bit delicate, but Han Mo was quite careful.

So Yu Yan wanted to hand it to Yan Yibing, and Yan Yibing said softly, "I'm not thirsty."

Yu Yan paused, and retracted the hand that was about to be extended.

Of course he was on Yan Yibing's side.

"Captain Han, drink it by yourself, we had coffee outside just now."

He babbled.

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, and gave Yan Yi Bing a meaningful look.

The barley water is milky white, and there is a circle of soft and glutinous barley at the bottom of the cup. This is a unique drink in Singapore, and it is most suitable for drinking in the hot summer.

Xin Chen wrinkled his nose and asked softly, "Captain, which company's barley water is this, is it good?"

Yan Yibing glanced at Xin Chen from the corner of his eye.

These words are simply explicit, and anyone with a brain can tell that they are asking for it.

He chuckled silently, but found that the laughter was not happy at all.

But soon, the 'brainless' Captain Han spoke.

"Delicious."

Two words, gone.

There was no intention of sending it out at all.

Even Xin Chen was stunned, and finally retreated to the side in boredom.

Yan Yibing felt that he felt a little better.

The coach opened the slides and said to them: "You play a set and warm up."

Yan Yibing nodded and opened the room: "Which clothes?"

Coach: "Let's just use Hanbok."

Yan Yibing: "At this point, the masters are not online yet."

Coach: "You don't need to be an expert, just warm up casually."

Yan Yibing nodded and started the game.

This game is playing in the rainforest, jump point Paradise Resort.

This place is a bit special. Whether you are an assaulter or not, you have to touch the gun quickly on the ground, shoot the gun, and occupy the point.

Among them, the one with the largest number of people and the most Shura is the front of the resort, and the closer to the backyard, the fewer people there are.

Han Mo: "Bingshen and I jumped ahead, Yushen went to the roof to set up a gun, brother Chen to support me?"

This can get the most kills, but there is also the possibility that the assaulters will be completely wiped out.

Yu Yan nodded: "Yes."

This is indeed the most suitable style of play, but it will take a short time for him to occupy the best point of the gun without any worries.

During this period, Chen Chi had to ensure that Yu Yan would not be hit by the gunshots from the hill behind, because the eaves had a limited range of movement. Although the angle was tricky, once it was aimed at, it was easy to die directly.

This also means that Yan Yi Bing and Han Mo will not have support in the early stage.

But there is no time for support, the number of enemies is dense, once they fall, there is no time to wait for rescue.

Han Mo: "Ice God, let's jump to the left."

Yan Yibing didn't speak. After opening the umbrella, he adjusted the angle and posture, and floated down skillfully. With a mouse sweep, he saw a dense crowd of people.

The coach asked: "Don't be too conceited, be careful."

When he landed on the ground, Yan Yibing was lucky, and quickly picked up an M416. When he reloaded, three people had already landed within his sight.

Han Mo's landing point was only a pistol, and he quickly rolled into the inner courtyard to dodge.

Across the wall, Yan Yibing had already confronted someone and robbed him.

The kill information was refreshed quickly, with thirty bullets, Yan Yibing knocked down three people.

While shooting, he quickly retreated into the wall, but the second he found shelter, he met someone head-on.

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, exerted some strength with his fingers, and avoided the bullet with extremely dexterous movements.

But this is not a long-term solution, just when he was about to run to the backyard to find Chen Chi to take care of him, Han Mo knocked down the people who were chasing him.

Yan Yibing was only stunned for a second, then quickly squatted down, picked up guns, picked up bullets, and simply equipped himself.

It was really scary just now.

The opponent is a sniper, and the bursts are very lethal. No matter how powerful he moves, there is no guarantee how long he will last.

If it wasn't for Han Mo's help...

In the next second, Yan Yibing raised the M416 and fired at a person hiding in the bushes behind Han Mo.

Han Mo smiled: "Thank you Ice God."

"It should be." Yan Yibing calmly retracted his gun, and began to clear the soldiers in the inner court again.

He and Han Mo cooperated tacitly and helped each other. Although there were a few dangerous times and almost slipped to the bottom, neither of them fell in the end.

They persisted until Yu Yan occupied the best position.

But every time Han Mo took the initiative to interact, Yan Yibing responded indifferently, as if he didn't want to communicate too much.

Yu Yan sniped the enemies hidden everywhere very smoothly, while Chen Chi was responsible for delivering bombs to Yu Yan. The small team of four quickly cleared up the Paradise Resort, with a total of 23 kills. The record is pretty good enough.

After one game, the coach began to review the analysis.

After sitting in chairs for two hours, the coach asked them to take a break.

Yan Yibing took out the cigarette, ready to go out and wake up for a while.

As soon as he walked to the door and pushed it open, he heard Xin Chen blowing rainbow farts to Han Mo.

"The captain was just too good, especially the shot to save the Ice God. If it will be listed as a highlight in the official game and played repeatedly, I will be like you, and the blue is better than the blue."

At this moment, the door of the room was half-closed. Although Xin Chen's voice was not loud, he could hear it clearly.

Yan Yi had a cold stomachache.

Praising Han Mo just praised Han Mo, and stepped on him by the way.

Blue out of blue is better than blue?

He didn't save Han Mo?Why is he worse than Han Mo?

No, it's normal for him and Han Mo to save each other. Teammates just make up for each other and support each other, so there's no need to be superior or inferior to one another.

This kid is so fucking annoying.

Han Mo stared at Yan Yibing's back in silence for a few seconds, then stood up, avoided Xin Chen, and followed Yan Yibing out.

Yan Yibing was angry, but he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. He turned to the safe passage, closed the door, leaned against the wall on the side of the stairs, and took out an orange-flavored cigarette.

He held the cigarette between his lips, before he could light it.

The big iron door of the safe passage opened again, Han Mo stepped in, and then the door was pushed back tightly.

Yan Yibing blinked, and the flame on the lighter trembled, illuminating the dim corridor.

He was a little surprised, but the moment he realized that Han Mo was following him, the sullenness in his heart dissipated a little.

Han Mo took a few steps forward, slammed the lighter with his hand, and then grabbed his cigarette and pulled it out from his lips.

"I'm just fine, what are you smoking?"

Yan Yibing's lips were blank, he paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and said angrily, "It's none of your business."

He snapped on the lighter and reached out, trying to grab the cigarette back.

Han Mo folded his hands and hid the cigarette behind his back, Yan Yibing's fingers almost brushed Han Mo's waist.

Through the fabric, he could vaguely feel the temperature of his skin, Yan Yibing's eyelashes trembled, and he withdrew his hand.

"Did I mess with you?"

Han Mo was a little taller, so he looked down at Yan Yibing.

The corridor was dark, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't see any emotion.

Yan Yibing: "..."

He felt that he was a little too narrow-minded to be awkward with a child.

And that kid has nothing wrong with him other than being overconfident. Maybe it's because he's old and feels the crisis brought by the fresh blood.

That kid's talent is indeed good. After a few years, his state will decline, and he may really be surpassed.

This kind of thing can never be admitted.

Yan Yibing smiled lazily, leaning his back against the wall, casually: "What did Captain Han say, you didn't mess with me."

Han Mo moved closer, almost touching him.

The dim environment gave them the illusion of concealment. In fact, someone might come to smoke in this safe passage at any time.

With so many workers in the Union Building, it has almost become a public smoking point.

Han Mo asked in a low voice: "Then why do you ignore me, and don't drink the water I give you?"

Yan Yibing touched his teeth lightly, and smiled, "I'm busy."

Han Mo thoughtfully: "I'm busy too, yesterday I..."

Yan Yibing interrupted him: "We're both busy, so let's try to talk about serious things when we meet, such as digesting what the coach said."

"I'll talk to the coach later. Say, I want to digest my desire now."

Han Mo's hand rested on Yan Yibing's waist, and his fingers deftly picked up the thin fabric, sticking it to the warm and delicate skin.

He leaned over and bit Yan Yibing's lips.

"Fuck... um!"

Yan Yibing was caught off guard, his attention was drawn from his waist to his lips, and then back to his waist.

The nerves seem to be pulled repeatedly, and I don't know which place is more deadly.

Han Mo's lips were still warm and dry, and the kissing technique carried the hotness and recklessness that belonged to this age.

He is a steady and slow adult, so he can only deal with it passively.

But still overwhelmed.

After Han Mo kissed, he licked his lips and said, "It smells like oranges."

The cigarette that never came and smoked.

He hadn't taken his hands away from Yan Yibing's waist, as if he was playing a rogue on purpose, he felt Yan Yibing's waist and abdomen rising and falling due to his violent breathing.

"Little bastard, son of a bitch, your uncle!" Yan Yibing gritted his teeth, looking embarrassed, his lips were red and slightly swollen, and his sensitive waist was firmly pressed down. The neurons seemed to be threatened, and they kept giving the brain a hard time. Cortex pass 'Help me!I was rubbed! 'signal of.

Han Mo lowered his eyes innocently, and coaxed softly in the echoing corridor: "Don't ignore me, the barley water I bought for you is sweet and really delicious."

The author has something to say: Han Mo: an excellent neuron.