dissatisfied [e-sports]

It was noon the next day, and Prince and Han Mo still didn't make any statement.

It seems that he intends to suffer from this dumb.

Yan Yibing sighed and scrolled through Weibo, not knowing what he was worrying about.

The effect of trending searches faded, and the comments on Hantang's Weibo stopped rising.

Apart from commenting on the fanatical and young female fans in the front row, some people still questioned it.

It's just that the questioning voice was suppressed to the bottom. If you don't have the patience to turn it over, you won't see it at all.

After all, both of them have the surname Han, and their ages are in line with the status of father and son, and Han Mo did not come out to refute the rumors.

In fact, Yi Bing was a little curious.

It would be more convincing if Han Tang released a photo of Han Mo when he was a child.

If the father and son are still in the same frame, the hot search will be even more explosive.

Because no one looked like Zhu Hanmo when he was a child, not even him.

Unless Han Tang didn't keep a photo of Han Mo in his hand, so he couldn't show it at this critical moment.

It's normal to think about it.

Han Tang abandoned his wife when Han Mo was seven or eight years old, and he refused to take money even from his own son who begged him in person. It is too unrealistic to expect him to see things and think about others in front of the photos.

Thinking about it this way, Yan Yibing felt that Han Mo was really pitiful.

After logging off Weibo, he went to the e-sports forum to read the comments.

Sure enough, there have been seven or eight popular posts about Han Mo's life experience.

[Han Shen's father is really Han Tang?I also bought clothes from his house, but the quality is a bit poor. 】

[It’s cheap, if you can wear it, what kind of bicycle do you need? Tang Shi’s clothes are sold at a low profit and sold in hypermarkets. 】

[In this way, his family is really rich, no wonder he has to use school to play e-sports. 】

[I checked the encyclopedia, and his mother seems to be a famous family in Jiangbei, with a scholarly family, tsk tsk. 】

[That's not it, Hanshen's mother passed away, that seems to be her stepmother. 】

[The cold god's background is fine, I thought it was a typical example of inspiration, but it turned out to be the adventures of the second generation of the rich. 】

[Hahahahaha the cold god is awesome! 】

After flipping through the pages, Yan Yibing saw Zero's fans jeering and sarcastic again.

[Oh, it's really good, signed the endorsement of sportswear, and then turned around to help your father promote it, you are indeed a cold god. 】

[Hahahaha, the gold master's father is going to die of anger, your Hanshen will be returned. 】

[Where are those cold fans who mocked our squeamishness of the rich second generation of ice gods, come out and call them daddy! 】

[The operation is too coquettish, the hot search is obviously for buying, so many marketing accounts, now even e-sports players have to set up people? 】

[Resolutely boycott Han Shi, garbage should be stuck to the center of the earth. 】

【Fuck, I'm ashamed to be a Zero fan, I'm going to burn my family's Hanshi sportswear right now. 】

Yan Yibing sighed.

Because of the confrontational relationship between Zero and Prince for many years, Han Mo would be scolded by his fans whenever something happened.

But he couldn't control it.

But not to mention, the fans boycotting Han Shi because of Han Mo is a mistake.

On the contrary, the black fans became Han Mo's allies.

Yan Yibing felt that Han Mo was in a worse situation.

Training as usual in the afternoon.

Xin Chen came with him again, sitting in the corner, leaning against Han Mo, holding the computer, playing with the phone intermittently.

But Yan Yibing didn't feel so disgusted with Xin Chen today, because he knew that Han Mo didn't know Xin Chen well.

As soon as he pulled the chair and sat down, Han Mo naturally pushed the barley water over: "Three parts of sugar."

Xin Chen raised his eyes, looking between Han Mo and Yan Yi Bing, a little puzzled.

It is considered polite to bring water for a day, and bring water every day, even your boyfriend is not so considerate.

Yan Yibing paused, and reached out to take the barley water.

"Thanks, you..."

His voice was softer than usual.

He wanted to ask how Han Mo was doing, but felt that it was not good to ask about Han Mo's privacy in front of so many people.

And there is nothing to ask, Han Mo must be very sad, maybe he secretly cried all night under the covers yesterday.

Thinking of this, Yan Yibing's heart softened even more.

"Is the bag you were bitten on yesterday still itchy?"

Before he went to fetch toilet water, Han Mo seemed to have been bitten.

Also scratched the back a few times.

Yan Yibing wanted to find a chance to care and comfort Han Mo, so he held back for a long time, only thinking of this sentence.

Han Mo put a circle of toothpaste on his bag before going to bed, and he didn't feel much when he woke up this morning.

But since Yan Yibing asked, Han Mo pursed his lower lip and said softly, "A little bit, there is no anti-itch medicine at home."

Yan Yibing sighed in his heart.

Knew it.

When people are extremely sad, they will lose everything, but they never thought that Han Mo would need his care one day.

A proud and proud soul was flying wantonly, Yan Yibing suppressed the urge to praise himself, with the corners of his lips tensed, he took out a bottle of cooling ointment from his pocket, raised his hand, and flung it in the direction of Han Mo, the cloud was calm and the wind was light Said: "Wipe it, don't affect the training."

He flicked his sleeves without taking away a single cloud.Han Mo couldn't help it, and then said pleasantly, "Thank you Ice God."

This box of cooling ointment is still the one he gave Yan Yibing back then.

So Yan Yibing didn't throw it away, and kept it with him all the time.

Han Mo unscrewed the cover, wiped it with his index finger, then lowered his head, and casually wiped it on his arm.

Since it doesn't itch at all, he doesn't remember where the bag is at all.

Xin Chen, who was sitting on the side, watched helplessly as Han Mo rubbed the cooling ointment on his fair, mosquito-free skin.

Xin Chen: "..."

Needed?

Training is over and the sun has set.

Ding Luo didn't come today, Yu Yan wanted to visit IKEA with Ding Luo, so there was no appointment for dinner tonight.

Xin Chen moved his lips: "Captain, shall we go back to the club together?"

He heard that Han Mo basically lived in the club before, but since he came, Han Mo always seemed to run home.

In fact, he had been expecting Han Mo to return to his previous habits, so that he could ask Han Mo to double row together.

Han Mo: "I'm going back to the community with Bingshen. There are a lot of things these few days. I want to be alone and quiet."

Xin Chen was disappointed: "Oh."

You even live in the same community, isn't that a bad relationship?

Yan Yibing didn't want to go home at first, he was his parents' light bulb at home, so he usually slept in the club when he had nothing to do.

But when Han Mo said that there were too many things, he couldn't bear to refuse.

What else can happen, the customer must be complaining again.

Let's go back with him, after all, Han Mo has no one to confide in.

It is not easy to take a taxi during the rush hour. They can only walk along the road, pass the office building, and go to the entrance of the commercial complex to get the order.

Walking on the road, I happened to pass by a KFC, and the smell of fried chicken wafted out of it, refreshing.

Yan Yibing was a little hungry, so he went in and bought two egg tarts.

Before paying, he asked Han Mo if he wanted food, Han Mo shook his head, lowered his eyes, looking listless.

Yan Yibing's heart trembled again.

Yan Yibing took out two egg tarts and ate them as he walked.

He likes both sweet and milky flavors, so he finished an egg tart within a few mouthfuls.

He naturally pinched the second one.

Yan Yibing tried his best to comfort Han Mo while eating, "Don't think too much, anyway, things are like that, the competition is more important."

After all, he bit a gap on the second egg tart, leaving the tooth marks on it, the egg core trembling, a little cute.

Han Mo nodded and forced a smile: "I'm fine."

Yan Yibing looked at him out of the corner of his eye, and seeing the forced smile he made felt uncomfortable again.

Ugh.

After all this, he still has to be brave, probably no one has ever pampered him.

Yan Yibing silently took another bite of the egg tart.

The traffic lights change and they are stopped at the intersection.

Han Mo asked abruptly, "Are egg tarts so delicious?"

"It's okay..." Yan Yibing paused, "Have you ever eaten egg tarts?"

Han Mo shook his head hesitantly.

"When I was young, I thought it was expensive, so I always cooked by myself. When I grew up, I ate in the team cafeteria. The dishes cooked by my aunt are not bad, whether it is Zero or Prince."

Yan Yibing paused, and whispered, "Ah... no wonder your cooking skills are so good."

These days there are still young people who have never eaten fast food.

And I never ate when I was most greedy and wanted to eat when I was a child.

Han Mo blinked, and calmly approached Yan Yibing, his eyes fell on the baked yellow egg tart: "Master, can I have a bite?"

Yan Yibing was startled, then frowned: "I've already bitten it."

Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple, as if he was really craving the sweet and fragrant egg tart, his voice was low and warm: "I don't mind, okay?"

Yan Yibing struggled inwardly, feeling that the egg tart became a bit hot: "I'll buy you another one."

Han Mo raised his eyes, the pupils were dark and deep, and the scattered hair and eyelashes touched together.

"I just want to eat this from Master."

Yan Yibing swallowed, and pursed his lips uncomfortably.

What I said was very meaningful.

He knew that Han Mo liked him and wanted to get close to him.

It seemed that anything related to him could make Han Mo happy.

Isn't the most important thing now is to make Han Mo happy?

It just so happened that the traffic light changed and pedestrians could pass, Yan Yibing fed the remaining egg tarts to Han Mo's mouth at the moment when the crowd was surging.

When Han Mo took a bite, he didn't care too much. He quickly withdrew his hand and cleared his throat: "The light has changed, let's go."

Han Mo chuckled, and slowly squeezed the egg tart into his mouth.

As soon as the tip of his tongue touched, he raised his eyebrows.

But soon, he swallowed it contentedly.

Yan Yibing walked ahead, clapping the debris off his hands while pretending to be calm.

Han Mo followed him, and when he reached the other side of the road, he suddenly leaned into Yan Yibing's ear, and said angrily, "Master is delicious." Yan Yibing didn't answer, but his ears turned slightly red.

When Han Mo spoke just now, his breath hit his ears with a strong sweet smell.

Although it was a bit ambiguous, Yan Yibing felt that he was doing good deeds.

When he got home at night, he lay in bed, half awake and half dreaming.

The cell phone beside the pillow rang, waking Yan Yi Bing awake.

He frowned, narrowing his sour eyes.Pick up the phone and have a look.

[Han Mo: Master is with me, I feel much better. 】

Yan Yibing's heart softened into a puddle of water in an instant.

He looked at Han Mo's words repeatedly for a while, then clicked on Han Mo's business card, deleted the cold word Han Mo on the note, and changed it to [Little Poor].

Not only WeChat, but even the address book and Weibo have been changed.

Nights make people lose their minds.

For a moment, Yan Yibing felt protective towards Han Mo.

This may not be a good sign, but he can't control it.

A few more days passed.

Yan Yibing obviously felt that Han Mo had become more cheerful and talked more.

There's more gossip.

Of course, this benefited from his dedicated love.

Including but not limited to feeding Han Mo with his own hands, being played with by Han Mo's hair, having dinner with Han Mo, and disposing of the long-sealed love letter box in front of Han Mo.

The moment he burned the love letter box, Yan Yibing didn't have any regrets. After all, he didn't remember most of these classmates, and he was so naive before, and all the love letters were written with typos.

But being coaxed and coaxed by Han Mo to deal with these love stories always seemed to compromise something.

Will he still fall in love with girls in the future?

He found himself running out of ideas.

He couldn't even imagine being happier with girls than with boys.

Looking at the circle of friends, every year when there are various festivals, the girls start posting travel, presenting gifts, and posting the same frame.

He felt tired just looking at it.

Let him take care of a person carefully, meticulously, without losing his temper, and firmly remember every special day, he simply can't do it.

He couldn't be like his father, who tolerated his mother everywhere, without any bottom line.

He is obviously shrewd and capable outside, but he becomes clumsy and dull at home, like a man without a master.

As Ding Luo said, falling in love is really difficult.

He has also been pulling down the percentage of the people, giving a bunch of worrying mothers a fear of persimmons and laws and ruthenium.

At the end of August, Yan Yibing made a rare appearance at Zero.Today is Sun Tianjiao's birthday, and they celebrated Sun Tianjiao at the club together.

Sun Tianjiao did not have a girlfriend. In the first 27 years of her life, she had been working hard for money, never tired of it, and never looked back.

Among the stars holding the moon, Sun Tianjiao held up the goblet, looked up at the ceiling, stroked her beard and sighed: "My life has been full of ups and downs, and dangers come and go."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Sun Tianjiao: "From the day I cleverly designed and kidnapped Yan Yibing, I knew that my life would never be ordinary. My time has come, and Zero is the place to realize my lifelong ideal!"

Sun Tianjiao: "Think about my classmates at Fudan University, those who went abroad, those who entered foreign companies to enter foreign companies, some of them are about to graduate with a Ph. With a monthly salary of [-]. Only me stepped into the e-sports circle and became the first ordinary little genius among my classmates to buy a house in Shanghai."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Song Tang: "..."

Xu Rui: "..."

Fu Haifeng: "..."

Sun Tianjiao shook her head, took a sip of the wine, her face was flushed, and she swung the glass with her delicate arms.

"Sometimes when I think about it, I really envy them. They are stable, down-to-earth, and they learn and do what they do. I haven't wasted more than ten years of schooling. But I have returned all my knowledge to the teacher, with money in my hand, I can’t even understand the stock market, and I have no choice but to rely on the bank’s financial manager, so this birthday cake is given by the financial manager.”

Song Tang whispered to Yan Yibing, "If my salary wasn't good, I would pour red wine on the manager's head just like in the movie."

Yan Yibing couldn't help but whispered, "Let him play."

Sun Tianjiao seemed to have remembered something, put down her wine glass, and approached Yan Yibing.

"Ancestor, I have a gossip here, I forgot to tell you."

Yan Yibing casually pinched a grape, combined it with cheese, and chewed it in his mouth.

"What gossip?"

Sun Tianjiao's gossip was too much, most of which were small matters of intrigue in various teams, Yan Yibing was really not interested.

But today is Sun Tianjiao's birthday, Yan Yibing is willing to join in.

Sun Tianjiao: "Didn't I have a classmate in the investment bank? There is a project for Hanshi."

Yan Yibing's fingers snapped.

He raised his eyelids and couldn't help but ask, "And then?"

Sun Tianjiao: "They are a project team. Whoever did what has to send an email to everyone, so that if there is any problem in the future, it can be traced back. Then, Hantang, the project manager, and others who need to be copied on Hanshi's side. There are three business executives. But a few days ago, they suddenly said that Zuo Yunshi should be added to their cc, and all previous documents should be sent to Zuo Yunshi."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows.

"What does this mean?"

Sun Tianjiao slammed her mouth: "It means there is something tricky! Aren't Hantang and Zuo Yunshi a couple? Is it necessary to send emails to Hantang? I haven't asked for it before. Zuo Yunshi doesn't know anything at all. Participated in the company's affairs, but this time, Zuo Yunshi was stimulated by something, and asked for all the project materials of the company. My classmate said that some projects were not in charge of them, and what he said was quite clear, but Zuo Yunshi couldn't understand at all , Anyway, I was a little anxious to make a fool of myself. Then this matter has nothing to do with my classmate, so he asked Hantang tactfully, but Hantang said he didn't care about his wife."

Yan Yibing was aroused: "The husband and wife are arguing?"

Sun Tianjiao beamed brightly: "Listen to me, my classmate loves to gossip, so I went to inquire about it, and heard that Zuo Yunshi and Han Tang had a quarrel, and went to the company to make trouble, and destroyed Han Tang's office, saying Han Tang has two hearts for the Zuo family."

Yan Yibing: "Why did it suddenly happen?"

Sun Tianjiao: "Isn't Zuo Yun's family a scholarly family? Those relatives in her family can only do flowers, birds, fish and insects, and they don't know how to make money. Hantang used to arrange work, but Hantang has long been unwilling. He didn't care about Shi's mother's relatives. Zuo Yunshi had been complaining all the time, and it happened that Hantang suddenly wanted to develop e-sports series of sportswear, suddenly wanted to find Hanmo to endorse, and suddenly announced on Weibo that Hanmo was His son, now netizens are calling Han Mo the second generation of rich, young master, Zuo Yunshi feels very uncomfortable."

Yan Yibing said softly, "It serves you right."

Sun Tianjiao: "Xiao Ding is so aggressive. Before Han Tang went to Prince, he seemed to say something similar to Han Mo, and asked Han Mo to record it. Then Xiao Ding got Zuo Yunshi's mailbox and cut the recording. Let's cut it and send it to Zuo Yunshi. Zuo Yunshi has no son, and when she thinks of Hantang's series of operations, she gets mad and forces Hantang to remove all e-sports series products. Now Hantang thinks she has Sickness, she thinks that the Hantang cheated on the marriage, and it was quite lively."

Yan Yibing's smile gradually narrowed.

He squinted his eyes and reconfirmed: "Is there a recording? It was sent a few days ago?"

Sun Tianjiao: "Well, now either Hantang will remove the e-sports sportswear from the shelves, or Zuo Yunshi will separate from him and withdraw the capital. Xiaoding's anger is very refreshing, Hanmo didn't tell you?"

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, took a sip of wine, and said quietly, "Maybe he's afraid I'll beat him up."

Sun Tianjiao smiled: "Hey, you have the mighty power of being a master again?"

That night, the furious Yan Yibing took out his phone and changed all of Han Mo's notes back to [little beast].

Poor Han Mo!

Fuck!

The author has something to say: Yan Yibing: I'm looking for a stick.