dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing was angry and depressed.

What does it mean that he ignores people.

Obviously it was Han Mo who ran to interact with the star of tomorrow after a simple word 'oh' yesterday.

Just now he attacked suddenly and touched his waist.

After taking advantage of everything, once he was subdued, he couldn't vent his anger.

He was about to have an attack.

There was a rough cough upstairs, followed by the sound of shoe soles rubbing against cigarette butts.

The corridor space is narrow, and when the walls echo, the sound seems to ring in their ears.

The voice-activated lights on the upper and lower floors were all turned off by this sound.

The lemon-yellow bulbs glow enthusiastically, illuminating every inch of the room clearly.

Yan Yibing tensed instantly, even his face turned pale.

Han Mo was also taken aback, obviously he didn't expect that there were still people in the safe passage.

What they said just now must have been heard.

Yan Yibing had never been so quiet before. He leaned against the wall stiffly, holding his breath, not daring to blink his eyes.

Who is upstairs?

It's impossible to be an outsider who works at the Union Building.

Did he have a name called Han Mo just now?

Did Han Mo call him?

When Han Mo kissed him, he must have kissed him out loud.

That ambiguous sound of water when the lips touched, and the uncontrollable low panting when they separated.

Every mature and normal person can understand that what happened just now was a stealthy kiss.

Yan Yibing's frightened pale face gradually heated up until the roots of his ears were hot. He raised his eyes worriedly and looked upstairs.

The people upstairs didn't come down, but they didn't continue to light cigarettes, let alone leave.

It seemed that that person didn't know how to react, and the two sides fell into a stalemate across a thin floor.

Han Mo's thick skin quickly returned to normal.

He pressed close to Yan Yibing's ear, and whispered: "Master is so scared, how could he have an affair with... um."

Yan Yibing quickly covered Han Mo's mouth, and glared at him angrily.

This fucking doesn't look like cheating?

If someone sees it, jumping into the Huangpu River will not clean it up!

Han Mo stopped talking, obediently covered his mouth by him, and blinked at him.

Yan Yibing's hand pressed tightly against his lips.

The hands of e-sports players are delicate and soft, except for the slight redness of the fingertips that often tap the keyboard, they are white everywhere.

The voice-activated light upstairs suddenly went out.Everything around him fell into darkness, as if the threat that was close at hand was also far away.

Han Mo didn't miss this good opportunity, he pursed his lips, and kissed Yi Bing's palm.

Yan Yibing seemed to have been shocked, his arm trembled, and he withdrew his hand in a panic.

But he didn't have time to reprimand Han Mo, so he raised his hand and pushed Han Mo away, opened the iron door and slipped out.

Han Mo smiled lowly, and followed him out.

"Damn, it's all your fucking fault!" Yan Yibing saw the bright sunshine again, his shock stabilized, and he lost his temper at Hanmo.

Han Mo didn't care: "He doesn't know who we are."

Yan Yibing glared at him fiercely, and wiped his lips: "If you're familiar, you'll recognize it as soon as you hear it!"

Han Mo pretended to make a sincere suggestion: "Then Master, say that I forced you, so that everyone will surely comfort the defenseless Master, and I will silently punish Master, and I will never betray Master."

Yan Yibing paused, then turned his face and emphasized righteously: "It was you who forced me."

Han Mo said with a smile in his tone: "Well, and we can turn him into an army. He throws cigarette butts everywhere. At that time, let everyone comfort Master gently and strongly condemn him at the same time."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He felt that Han Mo was coaxing him like a child.

Back at the door of the training room, Yan Yibing stretched out his hand: "It's the cigarettes, return them to me."

Han Mo casually put the cigarette in his pocket: "I won't give it to you, wait until your body fully recovers."

Yan Yibing frowned, and his tone was a bit aggressive: "Are you worrying too much?"

Han Mo: "Well, Master can also take care of me, I will listen."

Yan Yibing's heart skipped a beat, he realized something, and quickly said, "Don't kiss me from now on."

Han Mo laughed outright, because he was too close to the house, his laughter was deep, but every syllable seemed to hit Yan Yibing's heart.

"Obviously I am six years younger than Master, how dare Master play tricks on me."

Yan Yibing: "..."

She is obviously six years younger than me, how dare she miss me.

But he also thought it was naive to play tricks, so he turned his face away, not bothering to talk to Han Mo.

Before they could push the door open, the door opened from the inside.

Xin Chen poked his head out, first glanced at Yan Yi Bing with a calm face, and then his eyes fell on Han Mo.

"Captain, where have you been? I'm still looking for you."

The moment the door opened, Han Mo regained his indifference.

He frowned: "What do you want me to do?"

Xin Chen nodded seriously: "Just now, I watched your replay and found that there is a Korean professional player who was ranked ahead of me in the Hanbok before. He is very good. Does the captain have his information?"

Han Mo said softly, "I don't have one, find a coach."

Yan Yibing didn't want to listen to their team's communication, so he entered the door through the gap, and moved the back of Yu Yan's chair with a hand as he walked in.

Yu Yan raised his head, looked back at Yan Yibing, and was stunned: "Have you put on lipstick?"

Yan Yibing: "..."

Except for the first time, Han Mo kissed him too intensely every time.

There is a sense of squirrels hoarding food, as if they don’t have enough to eat in winter.

Yan Yibing tried his best to keep his expression from collapsing: "I ate spicy strips."

"Oh." Yu Yan didn't think much about it, the chairman did prepare a pantry for them, he muttered to Yan Yibing: "Tsk, I would have brought my apprentice Feng Chen here if I knew it earlier, so I can learn something."

During the break just now, Xin Chen watched Han Mo go out eagerly, so he began to pester him and the coach, asking questions about the replay.

It stands to reason that there is nothing to do with Xin Chen in this East Asian match, and the coach has no obligation to tell him.

But being idle is also idle, so I had to tell him.

It was obviously time for a break, but the coach and Yu Yan were trapped for more than 20 minutes.

Yan Yibing smiled lightly: "Then we, Song Tang, can come too."

Yu Yan smacked his lips: "Song Tang is good enough, what else is there, give those in need a chance."

Yan Yibing: "Feng Chen was taught by you. Doesn't your presence mean that he is?"

Yu Yan: "I don't want your apprentice to be at the scene, my apprentice has to come to join in the fun."

Yan Yibing: "...Get lost, Han Mo is a contestant."

They were joking and arguing, and someone shouted outside the door: "Captains, coaches, your takeaway order has arrived."

Immediately after the door opened, the staff brought in several bags of drinks from outside.

The coach frowned: "Which one of you ordered takeaway, you're going to practice soon."

Yan Yibing looked blankly at Yu Yan, then at Chen Chi, and finally shook his head.

He and Han Mo have been together, they didn't order, obviously Yu Yan and Chen Chi were also in a daze.

Xin Chen raised his hand and smiled innocently: "I think the captain's barley water is not bad, and I also thought that everyone hadn't tasted it, so I ordered six cups from the store."

Xin Chen took the barley water and distributed cups to everyone.

The two coaches, Yu Yan, Chen Chi, and Lu Jianghe were on the bench, with one cup left.

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows.

Yu Yan frowned: "Thank you, but one cup less."

Xin Chen said: "Uh, just now Ice God said he wouldn't drink, I'm afraid it's too much."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yan Yibing in embarrassment, as if to show his innocence.

Yan Yibing did say no to drinking, and he wasn't thirsty either.

It stands to reason that it is not wrong for Xin Chen to order six cups to prevent wasting, but his EQ is a little low.

But Xin Chen is only seventeen, not yet an adult, Yan Yibing doesn't want to care about minors.

"Well, I won't drink it, don't waste it."

There was silence in the room, and the atmosphere froze to freezing point.

Even Yu Yan didn't know how to enliven the atmosphere, Xin Chen's operation was indeed a bit outrageous.

None of them lacked a glass of barley water, just now Han Mo only brought Yan Yi Bing because Han Mo knew that Yan Yi Bing was the only one present who liked to drink sweets and eat sweets.

Han Mo bought a cup and was concerned that Yan Yibing was fine.

But Xin Chen ordered it for everyone in the audience, but Yan Yi Bing was the only one who couldn't justify it.

However, as the recipient of the gift, Yu Yan couldn't say anything.

Han Mo silently took the glass of barley water he bought, walked behind Yan Yibing, leaned over, put it in front of him, and thoughtfully helped him insert the straw.

His movements were very slow, and when he was at eye level with Yan Yibing, he said softly, "You can't drink it cold, it's not good for your stomach, so I bought it for you at room temperature."

Yan Yibing glanced at him in surprise.

He didn't expect Han Mo to come over at this time.

Now that this cup was given to him, the only one in the audience who didn't have barley water became Han Mo instead.

Gee.

Yan Yibing pondered for a while.

A little comfort is why.

Xin Chen was dumbfounded.

He knew that Yan Yibing and Han Mo used to be master-student relationship.

But they have been fighting on their own for two years, and they belong to the opposing team. The online fans are arguing, and they face each other in offline games every year.

Logically speaking, he and the captain were in the same group, and Yan Yibing was the outsider.

But the captain seemed to be flattering Yan Yibing too much.

I specially bought expensive barley water for him, and just now I chased him out to have a private chat with him.

But Yan Yibing's attitude towards his captain has always been lukewarm, and sometimes he likes to ignore him.

But the strange thing was that everyone in the room took it for granted, as if Yan Yi Bing should treat him like that to the captain.He believes that master and apprentice should not be like this.

Although they are masters and apprentices in name, they are all young people, so there is not much difference, why should they be inferior to others.

He complained for Han Mo, and even hated Yan Yi Bing a bit.

In fact, buying less than one cup is also intentional.

After all, Yan Yibing himself said he wouldn't drink, so it wasn't his fault.

But now the development of things is somewhat out of his prediction.

Xin Chen hesitated for a moment, and handed over his cup: "Why don't you drink mine, Captain?"

Han Mo waved his hand: "I don't like sweets, you can drink it, and you don't need to give it to them, they can buy it for themselves, if they really want it, just ask."

Xin Chen retracted his hand again: "Oh."

If it was before, Yan Yibing would not be in the mood to engage in these intrigues with children.

He didn't intend to be friends with Xin Chen either. In his limited career, the Prince captain he came into contact with would always be Han Mo.

But today...

He picked up the barley water that Han Mo gave him, took a big sip, frowned, and said, "It's not sweet enough."

Han Mo was kind and helpful: "Well, I'll buy five-cent candies tomorrow."

Xin Chen: "..."

The coach nodded in relief, and put on an old father's kind eyes: "It's right for you players to love each other."

Before he came, he heard that there was friction between Han Mo and Yan Yibing, so he thought it would be difficult to lead the team.

It turned out not to be the case at all.

How nice the two of you are, brothers and sisters.

The training went on for another two hours, and the sun had completely set, but the sky was still clear and blue, with a few thin clouds like cotton wool floating occasionally.

After the end, everyone was too tired to talk, and spread out on the chairs to play with their mobile phones.

Xin Chen had no reason to stay here any longer, and Han Mo didn't let him have dinner, so he turned around and left.

Yu Yan sent Yan Yibing a WeChat message.

Yu Yan: "I told Luo Luo, she is coming here by car, you talk to her."

Yan Yibing: "What are you talking about?"

Yu Yan: "As for your friend, Luo Luo graduated from university anyway, so she understands better than me."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He forgot.

Soon, Ding Luo poked at Yi Bing.

Ding Luo: "Ice God, Yu Yan said that your friend likes your university teacher?"

Yan Yibing: "Ah... this kind of influence is not good."

Ding Luo: "It must have a bad influence. If you are a professor in this department, it is also related to the grades of the course, let alone have emotional entanglements with the students. If someone reports it, the professor will be very unlucky and may be suspended. , Expelled from public office. In a school like ours where the student union has relatively large authority and high social attention, the professor may never be able to turn over, so I advise your friend to like it after graduation, and don’t harm the teacher.”

Yan Yibing knew that Yu Yan liked to cut corners, but it was said that he became a professor in just a short while, which was outrageous.

Yan Yibing: "It's not a professor and it doesn't involve giving points... Actually, there is not much age difference between the two of them, maybe six years old, this kind of thing is not suitable, it's weird."

After he finished typing, there was silence on the other side for a while.

Yan Yibing regretted that he had said too much.

After a while.

Ding Luo: "!!!"

Ding Luo: “[doge/]”

Yan Yibing: "???"

He didn't know what Ding Luo meant.

Ding Luo: "The situation is quite different."

Yan Yibing: "Huh?"

Yan Yibing was dumbfounded.

It's so different, isn't it?

Ding Luo: "Six years old, what a perfect age difference. There is no love that doesn't start with impulse. You are young, and you should be impulsive. Your friend is a university student. He is only eighteen or nineteen years old. At this time, he is not sure about true love. Do you want to wait until you become a social animal, obey your parents' arrangement, and find a match-matched blind date to spend the rest of your life?"

Yan Yibing: "Is it so miserable?"

Ding Luo: "Ice God, do you know the probability of falling in love at first sight?"

Yan Yibing: "...I don't know."

Ding Luo: "American psychologists have done research. Among [-] samples, there are only two people who have love at first sight, and the probability of being with someone who falls in love at first sight is almost none. The force lowered the percentage again, casting a deep shadow on the hope of the so-called love breaking through all human beings."

Yan Yibing: "...Thank you, I have been taught."

Yan Yi Bing's face was red and his ears were red, his mouth was dry.

Could it be that Han Mo's pursuit of him has benefited mankind?

Ding Luo suddenly made a smirk expression.

"Ice God, the friend you're talking about isn't yourself, is it?"

The phone vibrated again.

Han Mo: "Dining together tonight?"

Yan Yibing was dazzled by nervousness, and subconsciously replied, "It's not me, my friend is called Liang Hefeng."

Han Mo: "."

Yan Yibing caught a glimpse of who the avatar on the dialog box was, and his heart skipped a beat.

no!

nononononono!

Han Mo You Liang He Feng PTSD!

Yan Yibing subconsciously clicked to withdraw.But when he saw the prompt to withdraw the message, he felt even more stupid.

Han Mo even saw him and withdrew his fart.

Yan Yibing quickly raised his eyes, looked in Han Mo's direction, and said hesitantly, "No!"

Han Mo also looked at him, his eyes drooped and his lips tensed.

With the eyelashes covered, Yan Yibing couldn't see his expression, but felt a little wronged and angry.

Yan Yibing swallowed, and dawdled on the seat anxiously for a while.

Then he was heartbroken, and simply stood up, picked up the glass of barley water, and walked in front of Han Mo.

"Cough, I made a mistake."

Han Mo didn't raise his eyes, rubbed his fingers against the screen of the phone, and said lightly, "Someone said they didn't mention it in front of me."

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, his apricot core eyes were slightly condensed.

Facing Han Mo, he actually started to feel guilty.

Although he only mentioned Liang Hefeng, Han Mo really didn't like to hear it.

In addition, he knew that Han Mo liked him, so Liang Hefeng was probably like his boyfriend's childhood sweetheart and confidante to Han Mo, and he hated him besides hating him.

Yan Yibing hesitated for a long time, passed the barley water forward, and whispered: "Are you thirsty? I drank it."

The author has something to say: Yan Yibing: If I am wrong, God will punish me instead of asking me to coax the little beast.