dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing slept in the club that day.

Everyone drank a lot, and while listening to Sun Tianjiao's self-narration of her life, she tried hard to clear her memory.

Sun Tianjiao never forgets to collect money on happy occasions.

He posted the news of his birthday on Weibo, forums, and circle of friends, talking about each of them, and then sent WeChat messages to the beneficiary fathers one by one.

"Sister Sun, beautiful woman, I'm so sweet, I drank too much for my birthday today, I think I've had a great time working with Qisheng this year, so I'm sending you a message, I'm sorry for being a little emotional."

"Brother Chen, I'm Jiaojiao. It's my birthday today. I've been force-fed a little too much. The children are full of praise when they mention Huachi. Let me thank you. It's a bit sentimental, haha, don't mind."

"Boss Song, I'm Jiaojiao..."

After taking care of each donor's father, Sun Tianjiao put her mobile phone on the table, leaned on the sofa, folded her hands behind her head, and waited slowly.

Ding!

Ding Ding!

Messages pop up in WeChat, as well as red envelopes and money transfers that are hard to ignore.

Sun Tianjiao glanced at her with joy, "Hey, my parents love me so much."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He was still gnashing his teeth to be angry with Han Mo just now, but now Sun Tianjiao amused him instead.

He has always known that Sun Tianjiao is a magical manager.

Sun Tianjiao was able to make the benefactors like him and be willing to be friends with him, but also felt distressed to regard him as a clumsy and hard-working social animal, and felt that it was very difficult for him.

Sun Tianjiao was too drunk to show off, so he pushed the phone towards Yan Yibing and dialed it to Yan Yibing.

"Thank you, Sister Sun, for the red envelope, it's too expensive."

A total of five [-] yuan red envelopes.

"Wow, Brother Chen, I'm not ashamed of you."

This person transferred [-] directly.

"Boss Song, I will be very happy if you wish me a happy birthday, and we will continue to cooperate next year."

This one is also one thousand.

Turn over.

Sun Tianjiao's eyes straightened.

Yan Yibing was also taken aback.

Sun Tianjiao repeatedly counted zeros several times in front of the transfer information.

"Ancestor, help me see if I counted wrong?"

This person directly transferred [-] yuan.

That's fifty thousand!

The club owner was not willing to give him four zeros in red envelopes.

Yan Yibing also looked at those numbers several times, and finally he said to Sun Tianjiao with great pain: "Tell me, what kind of shady deal did you do behind our backs?"

Sun Tianjiao pouted: "If I really go into the sea, it will be more than this."

After that, he changed his expression again, his eyes curled into slits: "Brother Bian, I'm sorry for that, I'm not asking for a red envelope, but I'm so happy to cooperate with you, so I'm sending it out because of my feelings."

[Bian Shu: Accept it, happy birthday. 】

Sun Tianjiao happily clicked to collect the money.

"Then I won't be polite to you, we are not dawdling people, I will ask the team members to do more business for KIWI in the future!"

Yan Yibing slapped him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Hey, hey, I'm short on hand, [-] is a bit too much, isn't it?"

Sun Tianjiao thought for a while, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, KIWI has made a fortune this year, and its stock price has soared a lot. It is estimated that the year-end bonus for employees is almost [-]. The boss has been spending a lot of money."

Yan Yibing snorted and said, "Okay, as long as you like it."

Sun Tianjiao spread her hands, eager to see through: "Ancestor, where is my present?"

Yan Yibing took a sip of his wine: "I didn't forget, I left it at your door."

Sun Tianjiao: "According to our relationship, you can't be more shabby than the boss next door, can you?"

Yan Yibing was puzzled: "What's the relationship between us? You tricked me into playing e-sports when I was young and ignorant?"

Sun Tianjiao blinked and bumped Yan Yibing's shoulder: "Don't be so heartless, we are all good brothers."

Yan Yibing pushed him away: "Come on, don't you man lean into my arms."

Sun Tianjiao curled her lips: "Tsk, there must be a woman who is willing to join in!"

Yan Yibing pressed his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and his eyes trembled.

His physique does not seem to attract women.

Sleep in the club overnight.

Yan Yibing didn't wake up until noon the next day.

Wash up and have lunch, it's already afternoon.

He asked the club driver to take him to the Union Building.

When he arrived in the training room, barley water was already on his desk, and everyone else was no stranger to it.

But as soon as Yan Yibing saw the barley water, he remembered that Han Mo had lied to him, so he raised his eyes and gave Han Mo a look.

Han Mo: "?"

After training all day, Yan Yibing didn't pay much attention to Han Mo.

But this sulking is just in my heart, how to cooperate in the game.

After the training, Han Mo wanted to go with him, so Yan Yibing booked a special car early, went downstairs, boarded the car and went home.

Han Mo didn't come in time to keep up, and only saw the back of the car, without the fumes of the exhaust, the car was struggling to shuttle on the crowded road, not at all chic.

He tilted his head slightly and chuckled.

Yu Yan put his shoulders casually, and said sympathetically, "Why did you offend our eldest lady?"

Han Mo said lightly, "Who knows?"

In fact, he had some vague guesses.

Sun Tianjiao of Zero is a gossip transfer station, gossip from all over the world will be collected to him, and then distributed to creatures with a radius of several meters in a radial manner.

Yan Yibing must have heard something from Sun Tianjiao.

In fact, Han Mo didn't expect to be able to hide it for long, but some greedy hope that the day of being exposed will be farther away, and further away.

His dislike and anger towards Hantang is real, but now he is no longer the kid who was allowed to be manipulated back then.

If Hantang didn't come to recruit him, he didn't have time to make trouble.

But Han Tang focused on him, he couldn't suffer from being dumb.

In fact, he knew a little more than Sun Tianjiao.

Does Hantang like Zuo Yunshi so much?

Not sure.

What Hantang likes is the reputation of the Zuo family, what he likes is Zuo Yunshi's father's contacts, and the help the Zuo family can give him in the early stage of starting a business.

Hantang is essentially a person who takes feelings lightly and takes himself very seriously.

Not only was Han Tang cruel to Bei Jingzhu, he was also cruel to his own mother. When Han Mo's grandma was bedridden, Bei Jingzhu was always in the hospital to take care of her, and Han Tang hardly ever visited her.

In the end, Bei Jingzhu was exhausted physically and mentally, but before Grandma Hanmo passed away, she became exhausted and sick.

But also because of this, Grandma Han Mo feels guilty towards Bei Jingzhu, and she also feels pity for Han Mo.

Before the old lady died, she forced Han Tang to make a will, leaving all her assets to Han Mo.

The cold hall is established, of course it can be changed, anyway, the old lady can't read big characters and doesn't understand anything.

The old lady didn't even know that Han Shi was the joint property of Han Tang and Zuo Yunshi, so it was impossible to give all of it to Han Mo.

But she took the will very seriously, sealed it tightly with tape, and handed it to Han Mo when she was dying.

Han Mo knew that if Han Tang wrote another will casually, his own would become waste paper.

So he took this useless waste paper and sent it to Zuo Yunshi to take a photo.

Zuo Yunshi is not worried about the loss of her property, but she must be very concerned about Hantang's attitude.

This will alone can tear away all her trust in Hantang.

Han Mo doesn't need to know exactly how Zuo Yunshi is making a fuss, but as long as he sees the cursing and vicious text messages Han Tang sent him, he will know that his goal has been achieved.

Hantang's Weibo post has not been deleted, but the purchase link seems to have expired.

From now on, as long as Zuo Yunshi is around, Hantang will not even think about getting involved with him or e-sports.

They are like all the unrelated people in this world who never need to meet.

Yan Yibing breathed a sigh of relief, and when he returned home, he found his parents were packing their luggage.

Yan Yibing was stunned: "Are you going on a business trip again?"

Yan's mother straightened her back, panted, and wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Silly son, your father and I will go out for the festival today on Chinese Valentine's Day tomorrow, and we won't be back tomorrow night."

Yan Yibing had long forgotten about it, and said sourly, "What about me?"

Yan's mother couldn't bear it: "Why don't mom order you a takeaway?"

Yan Yibing: "... Forget it."

Yan's mother: "Well...the shopping mall and the pedestrian street are very lively today, you can go out for a stroll if you have nothing to do."

Yan Yibing doesn't like to join in the fun, especially doesn't like to watch couples get married one by one.

"I won't go, I'll go out alone to feed the mosquitoes?"

Yan's mother frowned, and sighed in embarrassment: "Then you watch a movie, or go to bed early, it's a pity son, if it wasn't for Qixi Festival, we would have taken you there."

Yan Yibing took an orange, peeled it and asked, "Where are you going?"

Yan's mother shook her head blankly, then looked back at Yan's father.

Yan's father took the box, and mysteriously covered Yan's mother's lips: "Shh, surprise, you'll know when you arrive."

Yan's mother bent her eyes and began to smile sweetly.

Yan Yibing: "......"

He watched his parents go out hugging each other, and suddenly felt that the oranges in his mouth were not sweet anymore.

Ugh.

In the huge villa, he was left alone.

Yan Yibing ordered fried chicken takeaway, and ate fried chicken while watching a popcorn movie in the living room.

He didn't pay attention to it, because he had watched all the good popcorn movies, and this one wasn't very good.

After dawdling for more than two hours, it was completely dark.

Yan Yibing hunched over on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

so boring.

The house was quiet, not even a human voice.

He sat up and looked towards the kitchen.

His kitchen and living room are connected by a glass sliding door, and the kitchen can be seen from the living room.

Through the kitchen window, he saw that the lights in Han Mo's house were turned on.

Yan Yibing paused.

Since you are so boring, find someone to vent your anger on.

The matter of Han Mo deceiving him is not over yet.

Yan Yibing looked left and right, and finally fished out a tickle from under the coffee table.

He weighed it in his hand, jumped off the sofa, opened the door, and went straight to the back of the building.

The night was fine, and there was no wind at all outside.

It seems that even God knows that tomorrow is a big day, and this evening, there will be many outdoor activities for couples.

At the door of Han Mo's house, Yan Yibing knocked on the door three times without politeness.

With a cold face, he hammered his back with a tickle and waited.

After waiting for a few minutes, the door opened.

Han Mo hastily put on some clothes, her hair was still wet, and the clothes were also covered with water droplets, which had a dark bulbous shape.

When he saw Yan Yibing, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he laughed softly, "I thought I heard wrong."

Yan Yibing's eyes sized him up for a moment, raised his head to scratch, and put it against Han Mo's chest: "It's fun to lie to me? I thought it would be terrible for you to be bullied by Han Tang, but you already have a plan."

Han Mo lowered his head, looked at the small light yellow wooden claws poked on his chest, and thought it was a bit cute: "So Master is here to teach me a lesson?"

Yan Yibing raised his eyes, and his voice was cold: "Otherwise, I'm so easy to deceive? Thanks to my sympathy, I comforted you for a few days, don't you feel very good?"

Han Mo raised his hand, held the little paw, and rubbed it with his fingertips. The wet hair was still dripping and splashed on the clean floor.

"I was wrong, how many times will Master hit me?"

Yan Yibing: "..."

Han Mo admitted his mistake too quickly, which actually made him very embarrassed.

If Han Mo was arguing, he could still make a fuss.

Is it really necessary to fight Hanmo now?

You can't hit your face, you can't touch your arms and hands, and the itching seems a bit heavy. Will hitting someone be a problem?

This world really is a thick-skinned world.

As soon as he hesitated, Han Mo suddenly pulled his little paw and dragged the unsuspecting Yan Yibing into the room.

Han Mo teased: "Master can vent his anger any way he wants, I won't fight back, it happens that I just took a shower and haven't dried myself off, so it probably hurts a little more."

Yan Yibing's eyes trembled, he twitched violently, turned his face away and said irritably, "Are you hiding it from me? If you have a way to get revenge on Hantang, don't tell me, making me think you are so pitiful?"

Han Mo blinked, his eyes were dark, but his voice showed a hint of innocence: "Well, I want Master to think I'm pitiful, so that Master can treat me better and throw away those love letters."

Yan Yibing's breath was stuffed in his chest, and he couldn't utter it.

Han Mo wanted his preference, and even got jealous of those love letters.

This made him feel a little softer.

Although the behavior is brutal enough, but the starting point is quite distressing.

Yan Yibing's mood stabilized, and when he raised his eyes, he suddenly realized that there was something different in the living room of Han Mo's house.

The sofa and coffee table were replaced with more beautiful and high-end brands. The floor was covered with a light gray fluffy carpet.

Opposite the sofa, there is a projector, and a curtain is hung on the wall.

The curtains are also installed, thick and heavy, which can cover all the light sources outside the window.

There is also the ceiling, where the drab light bulbs have also been transformed into chandeliers.

It is the kind of luxurious and beautiful style whose decorative value is greater than practical value.

Han Mo's house suddenly didn't look like a rough house.

It came alive.

In such a short period of time, Yan Yibing didn't even know when it started to change.

But this seems to mean that Han Mo has expectations for life.

"Your house...is it like this?"

Han Mo nodded, and said meaningfully: "Be nicer and more comfortable, otherwise no one would want to come."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows, "Who do you want to come?"

Han Mo stared at him: "What do you think?"

Yan Yibing pointed at himself, half joking and half serious: "Me? Brother, did you renovate your house for me?"

Han Mo curled his lips: "Master is so delicate, of course he should stay in a comfortable place."

Yan Yibing retorted angrily: "Who is coquettish?"

Han Mo moved closer, his eyes drooping slightly, falling on Yan Yibing's undulating lips.

"Actually, if the master doesn't come to me, I want to go to the master."

Yan Yibing snorted, "Looking for a fight?"

He raised the itch again to put a distance between Han Mo and him.

Han Mo's Adam's apple moved slightly, he suddenly grabbed Yan Yibing's hand, scratched it, and twitched his arm.

Wrist-flow players have strong hands.

The skin on Han Mo's arm was white at first, then slowly turned red.

Yan Yibing was startled.

"Hold!"

Without blinking, Han Mo coaxed in a low voice, "Have you vented your anger?"

Yan Yibing said unhappily, "I'm sick."

He was more worried about Han Mo's arm than venting his anger.

I don't know if it's because Han Mo is whiter, but the red mark is quite obvious, and it probably won't go away for a while.

Han Mo silently took the tickle away from Yan Yibing's hand, put it on the shoe cabinet, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to brush my hair. Master, let me watch a movie with me. I haven't tried the newly bought projector yet."

Yan Yibing muttered, "Don't watch."

He's seen it at home, but he's not interested now.

Han Mo: "I also bought a PSP, do you want to play it?"

Yan Yibing: "It's been a day of training, who wants to play games."

Han Mo: "Well... I haven't eaten, so eat with me."

Yan Yibing frowned, and said lightly, "I've hit you anyway, let's forget about you lying to me, I'm going home."

Han Mo grabbed Yan Yibing's wrist, and his eyelids drooped: "Don't go, I'm idle and bored, why don't you watch the football game, I have beer here."

Yan Yibing: "Why do you have to let me accompany you?"

Han Mo: "It's boring to watch alone. Today, Han Tang called and scolded me. I blocked him, but he changed several numbers to harass me. It really doesn't work. I might have to change my phone number."

Yan Yibing said angrily, "That scumbag."

As soon as Han Mo mentioned Han Tang, he suddenly couldn't bear to refuse.

Although Han Mo has ways to deal with Han Tang, it is a fact that he has such a father, and it is also a fact that Han Mo has been hurt all the time.

Just because Han Mo knew how to fight back, he couldn't feel that Han Mo didn't need comfort.

Yan Yibing said bitterly: "Then watch a football game, I won't drink snowflakes."

Han Mo: "Well, Black Beer, let me brush my hair."

Yan Yibing took off his shoes, stepped on the soft carpet, and bent over to touch the fine leather sofa.

The taste is not bad.

In line with the aesthetics of young people.

Soon, Han Mo came out with a towel on his head and four bottles of beer in his hand.

He put the beer on the tea table, clasped the towel with one hand, and wiped it carelessly.

The neckline of his clothes was crooked, a large area was wetted by water, and half of his shoulders were exposed.

His hair was messed up by him, and it was upturned, and water droplets flowed down the side of his face.

But it doesn't make people feel sloppy, but has a kind of unruly and wild appeal.

Han Mo put the towel around his neck, turned on the projector, connected it to the computer, and searched for live football games.

Yan Yibing pried open four bottles of beer, picked up one and took a sip.

In fact, they don't usually watch football games much, and they don't have much interest, but it feels good to watch while drinking.

The coffee table was a bit low, looking at it, Yan Yibing slid from the sofa to the carpet.

With one knee bent, he leaned against the sofa, sipping wine intermittently, clinking glasses with Han Mo from time to time.

Exasperatingly, the national football team is as disappointing as ever.

Although he didn't have much hope at first, he still couldn't help cursing a few words.

Han Mo's hair was already dry.

So messy and strenuously done.

Yan Yibing said in a calm voice, "Watch me, watch the football."

"Master is prettier than the ball." Han Mo whispered.

Yan Yibing snapped his fingers, his throat tightened, and he pretended to be relaxed, "Then you can hang my photo on the bedside."

Han Mo asked back, "How do you know I didn't hang up?"

"...I'll go home after the game."

Yan Yibing didn't intend to delve into the answer.

However, after the game, he also failed to go home.

Han Mo babbled and found various reasons to stop him from leaving, and even brought out two more bottles of beer to compete with him.

Yan Yibing had no choice but to drink another bottle after dawdling. He felt his brain was gone.

The atmosphere is soft, he seems to be leaning on cotton, and even wants to sleep a little.

At twelve o'clock, the clock hanging on the wall struck dully.

Yan Yibing woke up startled, and looked at the wall with the light of the advertisement.

"Damn, it's twelve o'clock... um!"

Taking advantage of his inattention, Han Mo suddenly leaned over, hooked his neck, and kissed his lips.

Yan Yibing froze for a moment, frowned slightly, and was about to resist, when Han Mo suddenly heard Han Mo whispering softly: "Happy Qixi Festival, Master."

Yan Yibing was startled, and his resisting hands stopped.

Happy Tanabata?

His brain was paralyzed by the stimulation of alcohol, and he felt as if he was not controlled by reason.

He echoed Han Mo's lips in embarrassment, and slowly slipped his hand on Han Mo's chest.

His palm fell on Han Mo's waist, and he supported him gently without using any strength.

The kiss was delicate and gentle, Han Mo seemed to want to kiss every inch of his lips.

The smell of alcohol mixed with the aroma of shampoo made this kiss vaguely smell like the day of the first kiss.

Yan Yibing tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple was tight, and his eyelids trembled violently.

His breathing gradually became rapid, the roots of his ears were congested and red, and the ambiguous sound of water when his lips and teeth touched made him even more ashamed.

The heartbeat was more violent than he imagined.

He could hardly hear the sound of the advertisement, all his senses and consciousness were occupied by Han Mo.

They sat on the carpet with their backs against the sofa, kissing wantonly under the dim light of the curtain.

Han Mo's young body was hot, and his palms unconsciously rubbed his back. The curtains were closed, the chandelier was turned off, and in the quiet and private space, only each other was the witness of their love.

This was the first time that Yan Yibing had no intention of scolding Han Mo.

The first Chinese Valentine's Day in his life, the first Chinese Valentine's Day that was expected and tried to keep.

Han Mo didn't want to watch the football game or drink, Han Mo was waiting for twelve o'clock.

He was irresistibly moved.

and so.

Just kiss.

Yan Yibing carefully stuck out the tip of his tongue.

The author has something to say: Han Mo: Happy Qixi Festival, my baby.