dissatisfied [e-sports]

When Han Mo heard that Yan Yi Bing was there, he deliberately kept his face cold.

But he was not in the mood to continue playing games, he wanted to see what Yan Yibing wanted to do.

In the end, Yan Yibing sent him the biggest gift on the live streaming platform, the legendary 'night fee'.

'Night fee included' is a joking name of the anchors, because 5000 yuan is indeed not a small amount. In order to thank the boss fans, the anchors will cue the name of the boss throughout the live broadcast, thank the boss, and confess to the boss .

In addition, the effect of the gift is both hearts and roses, which is somewhat ambiguous.

The anchors often say "Tonight I am a member of XXX boss".

Of course, this is just the rules of Yoyo's live streaming platform, Yan Yibing doesn't know about it.

Han Mo pulled the corner of his lower lip, leaned back on the gaming chair, with a half-smile: "What do you mean by sending affection?"

[I want to cover your night! 】

[Han Shen can't give in, you're more than this price! 】

[Wori, did Ice God drink too much today, or entered the wrong area, turn left when going out of the goddess area. 】

[I'm fucking crazy, and the e-sports circle is starting to be so basic? 】

[Day, thank you for knocking. 】

[I was born as a drug addict, I'm sorry. 】

[I knew the relationship between master and apprentice would not be that simple!Ahhhhhhh no, Hanshen my husband! 】

Yi Bing could see all the gossip floating on the barrage. Professional players had sharper eyes and could capture more information than ordinary people.

His lips were tight, the roots of his ears were hot, and the temperature spread to his neck little by little.

Yan Yibing's skin was fair, and it was obvious that it was dyed a little bit. There were still hairs covering the base of the ears, but above the collarbone was undoubtedly exposed.

Yan Yibing has always felt that he is a professional player with no morals and no limits, but recently he is always ashamed in front of Han Mo.

Fortunately, he was alone in the training room at the moment, otherwise his prestige would be lost if those in the first team saw it.

Yan Yibing clenched his fists, his fingers landed on the keyboard, and typed a few words quickly.

- Don't get me wrong, medical bills.

Because he was carried to the sofa by the house manager, his speech could appear in the center of the barrage.

Han Mo's eyes deepened, and after a while, he replied coldly: "Oh."

[What's the situation, what medical expenses? 】

[Expand and talk about it? 】

[Don't be injured by the Ice God, don't, even though he is the opponent, but the Ice God needs to take care of his health and fight for a few more years. 】

[Yan Yibing is 25, it's normal to have injuries, other players have retired at this age. 】

[Don't start a war on the barrage, peaceful diplomacy, Momo can also hit 25. 】

The creases at the end of Han Mo's eyes deepened, and he said in a low voice, "Won't the Ice God explain?"

Yan Yibing smiled coldly in front of the screen, and replied——

Shake it, Dad is still able to fight at the age of 25, let's go.

After all, he exited Han Mo's live broadcast room as if fleeing, and deleted the software.

Han Mo looked at the names that suddenly disappeared in the live broadcast room, and was inevitably absent-minded for a moment.

This was Yan Yibing's first time watching him live.

I don't know if I was satisfied with his technique just now.

But even if he was satisfied, he would not hear Yan Yibing's praise as the captain.

Soon, Han Mo regained his composure.

"My master doesn't want to explain, so stop asking."

He re-logged into the game, turned off the barrage assistant, and started scoring without saying a word.

He played for nearly seven hours, rushed to the third place in the Hanbok, squeezed Yan Yibing down, and then quit the game, put down the mouse, and flexed his wrist.

The sky had already brightened, and there was a layer of mist on the glass windows, and there was a faint chill.

As soon as his nerves were relaxed, tiredness hit him, and Han Mo was going to go back to sleep for a while.

Deputy Team Xiao Nuo came in from the outside with a small bread with dried meat floss in his mouth.

The exhibition game is about to start, and their team began to adjust their schedule. After all, the game is during the day, and the coach is worried that they will get sleepy when they go to the game.

Seeing Han Mo's exhausted appearance, Xiao Nuo said in surprise, "Captain, have you been fighting all night?"

Han Mo was so tired that he didn't want to talk, so he just gave a simple "hmm".

Xiao Nuo went to the water dispenser to fetch a cup of warm water for Han Mo, handed it to him, and asked by the way: "Then do you know that when the Ice God came to your live broadcast room to collect gifts, he swiped the screen on the forum?"

Xiao Nuo is more worried, and every morning when he wakes up, he will scroll through the forums and read rhythm posts.

Han Mo closed his eyes and raised his neck: "It's free."

Xiao Nuo: "What the hell is going on with Ice God giving you medical expenses, you two stop fighting!"

Xiao Nuo asked for leave a few days ago to go home, and didn't know about Yan Yibing's acetaldehyde poisoning at the alliance dinner.

Han Mo opened his eyes, his eyes were still bloodshot, he looked at Xiao Nuo: "Fight?"

Xiao Nuo shook his head, and said worriedly: "A young master like Ice God who is delicate and fleshy, will definitely not be able to beat you, you two must not start a conflict, if something bad happens to Yan Yibing, Manager Sun will take it Come to us with a grenade and die together."

Han Mo frowned, stood up while leaning on the table.

He sat in front of the computer for a long time, and his back was stiff. Because he was young and his body recovered quickly, he didn't plan to go for a massage.

Han Mo slowed down, and chuckled lightly: "Beating him is better than fucking him."

Xiao Nuo squeezed the bun, opened his eyes wide, and raised the volume in disbelief: "What him?"

Han Mo glanced at him, and his face became serious: "The ears are so bad, let's practice binaural positioning for an extra hour today."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed his mobile phone, bypassed Xiao Nuo, opened the door and left the training room.

Xiao Nuo stayed where he was, and didn't recover for a long time.

He was sure that his ears were not hung up, and what the captain had just said was "dry".

But it's also possible that the captain's head was blinded by playing games all night, which is not what he thought.

But if it's true...

Xiao Nuo sucked in a breath of air: "Fuck, this is such a big hatred and resentment, I can't get over it even if I beat him, I have to break him!"

Yan Yibing slept at the base, and packed his dirty clothes and went home early the next morning.

His home is in a villa area in a high-end area of ​​Shanghai, and it takes more than 30 minutes to drive from the club.

His father runs a law firm and has a two-story office building in the CBD area. His mother is a university professor, a doctoral supervisor, and a literary history student.

The living conditions of his family have always been very good, and he invested in a lot of real estate in the early years, and now the price has doubled.

Yan Yibing's parents really looked down on Yan Yibing's money earned in the e-sports industry.

After returning home, Yan Yibing handed a bag of clothes to his aunt, and then skillfully nestled on the sofa in the living room to watch TV.

He occasionally watches basketball.

Although I can't play well and I'm not tall enough, I also dreamed of being a basketball star when I was a child.

Yan's father was on a business trip abroad recently, and Yan's mother had more flexible working hours. She had no class this morning and happened to be at home.

As soon as Yan's mother came out of the bedroom, she saw Yan Yibing lazily leaning on the sofa, staring at the TV with good eyesight.

She couldn't help nagging: "You're 25 years old, you still watch TV when you get home, and you don't do your own laundry. When are you going to grow up and start a family?"

Yan Yibing sighed, tilted his head, lowered his apricot core eyes, and replied perfunctorily, "Okay, I see."

Yan mother: "You know what you know, let me ask you, when will you retire to study?"

The Yan family is actually very open-minded. Back then, when Yan Yibing was so good at studying, he said he wanted to play e-sports, but his parents hesitated for a few days before agreeing.

Because Yan’s mother checked it online, e-sports players usually retire at 22. It took a few years to let their son do what he wanted to do, and there was still time for him to study in his 20s.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yibing has been fighting for eight years, and now he is 25, and his retirement is still far away.

Yan Yibing said wearily, "I don't know, Zero hasn't found someone to replace me, so I can't leave for now."

Yan's mother said angrily: "With your current profession, the blind date market is not very popular. When people hear about playing games, they feel that they are not doing their job properly, and they don't want to know you at all. No matter how handsome you are, no matter how much money you make, it doesn't matter."

Yan Yibing nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, it's my fault, I must put finding a girlfriend on the agenda."

Seeing his absent-minded look, Yan's mother knew that he didn't care at all.

"Forget it, let me ask you, what's the matter with you paying Hanmo's medical expenses? I see it's being discussed on the forum."

Although their generation is not interested in games, since their son is in this industry, Yan's mother has to care.

She often reads other people's comments on Yan Yibing online, both good and bad, and even visits places like e-sports forums.

Yan Yibing's fingers holding the remote control froze, his eyes wandered, and he said nonsense, "Abortion."

He couldn't say that he had no common sense, and he almost went into shock.

The corner of Yanmu's mouth twitched, and she picked up the branch in the vase: "Whose is it?"

"Solo."

Yan's mother raised her hand and twitched Yan Yibing's leg: "Speak well!"

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, hugged his legs and shrank towards the corner of the sofa: "Wrong, wrong, wrong, I'm joking!"

There was a faint red mark on his calf, but it didn't hurt at all.

He followed Yan's mother, with almost no hair on his body, and his skin was very white, so it was easy to leave marks.

But he still hugged his calf and blew it, the corners of his eyes were red and his eyelashes were curled, he felt extremely wronged.

Yan's mother knew that she was useless, so she glared at Yan Yibing who was pretending, then turned around and inserted the branch back.

"Han Mo is a pretty good kid. If he's still here, you can retire smoothly."

Yan Yibing paused slightly, his eyelids drooping.

He concealed the loneliness in his expression, and said with a light smile: "Why do you say it's useless."

With a complicated expression, Yan's mother rubbed his head: "There's no need for you to make such a fuss. You made mistakes back then. You should find a chance to apologize to him."

Yan Yibing slowly closed his eyes, bit his cheek with the tip of his teeth, licked the slightly painful bite mark, and said softly: "The past is in the past, and as the captain of the team, I am right."