dissatisfied [e-sports]

On the day of Qixi Festival, Yan Yibing slept until ten o'clock in the morning. When he opened his eyes vaguely, the sun outside the window was already bright and hot.

He got up from the bed lazily, squinted his eyes and stretched himself.

Looking at the weather, he couldn't help but sighed deeply.

On such a hot day, running to line up at Disney is really a crime for him.

But even though he thought so, he jumped out of bed quickly, took a quick shower in the bathroom, and then sent Han Mo a wechat message while wiping his hair.

[Yan Yibing: I'm almost done packing, how about you? 】

[Little beast: I'm wearing underwear. 】

[Yan Yibing: ...Is it necessary to be so specific? 】

[Little beast: I want you to wear it for me. 】

[Little beast: I also want to help you wear it. 】

Yan Yibing looked up at the sky, selectively ignoring this sentence.

He shook his hair, opened the closet door, took out shorts and short sleeves, and threw them on the bed.

But looking away for a few seconds, Yan Yibing stuffed the two items back.

He squatted down, rummaged through the new clothes under the cabinet, and re-selected a pair of cropped pants.

The clothes were not given by the brand, but bought by his cousin.

His cousin is a fashion designer, and has come into contact with many high-order brands. The clothes she gave him are all limited editions, and the styles are still very beautiful.

But these clothes are all under the pressure, and he doesn't bother to take them out every time.

After tearing open the bag and tearing off the label, Yan Yibing put on his pants.

The new pants are not as comfortable as the previous pair of shorts, but they look better.

He looked around in the mirror and was quite satisfied.

After packing everything up, he picked up his cell phone, straddled his backpack, and went downstairs.

As soon as I got downstairs, there was a knock on the door.

Yan Yibing opened the door, glanced at Han Mo, then put his backpack on the ground, bowed his waist, and began to put on his shoes.

Han Mo leaned against the door frame, looked down, and stared at him closely.

Yan Yibing's trousers are dark in color, loose on the top and gathered at the bottom, just revealing the round and beautiful ankle bone and the slender calf.

The skin that hasn't seen the sun for a long time is milky white against the dark pants. Because of the bowed posture, the waist and hips are tight, and the outline of the legs is very clear.

People can't take their eyes off.

As soon as Yan Yibing got up, he saw Han Mo's eyes sweeping down his body.

He thought that Han Mo had taken a fancy to his trousers, so he patted his trousers proudly: "My cousin gave it to me, limited edition."

Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple, and said slowly: "I was wrong."

Yan Yibing frowned: "Huh?" Han Mo finally raised his gaze, parted his thin lips, and smiled slightly: "I don't want to help you put on your pants, I want to help you take them off."

Yan Yibing: "......"

Early in the morning, he received a critical attack from swearing, he picked up his backpack, and using his inertia, he slammed Han Mo.

Han Mo raised his hand and grabbed his bag: "Don't bring so many things, just leave them here."

Yan Yibing imagined that scene for a moment, he was empty-handed, and Han Mo was carrying the belongings of two people.

I really think of him as my girlfriend.

"Need not."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door, put on his peaked cap, and strode out.

There is no wind outside, the sun is dripping on the green leaves, and the leaves cast mottled shadows on the ground.

As noon approached, the shadows became short and flat, and the small fountain at the door splashed and tinkled.

Yan Yibing raised his arm subconsciously, and pressed the brim of his hat again.

Han Mo turned around and followed, taking advantage of no one around, he put his arms around Yan Yibing's waist.

"Master, the pants look good."

"It looks better in pants."

Yan Yibing slapped his hand away rudely: "Be careful, I will push you into the fountain."

Someone happened to pass by, Han Mo withdrew his hand in time, and walked beside Yan Yibing.

In fact, it was not too early for them to go.

The gate opened at 08:30, and the tourists who had done the strategy had already rushed to various themed games.

When they went at this time, the park was already overcrowded.

But Yan Yibing wasn't interested in trains, bumper cars, carousels, or roller coasters either.

He prefers to spend a day in a cool and comfortable 4D theater.

I changed to the subway all the way and arrived at the gate of Disney, and it was almost twelve o'clock at noon.

As soon as he walked out of the ground, a wave of heat surged up, the cool air was taken away, and a thin layer of sweat instantly formed on his body.

Yan Yibing's eyes are sensitive and shed tears easily under strong light.

He raised his wet almond eyes and looked at the huge DISNEYWORLD logo at the door.

Standing beside Yan Yibing was a child, with his chin resting on his hands, posing in a clichéd pose that has been spread all over the world, waiting for his parents to take pictures.

Yan Yibing didn't pay attention and blocked half of the camera.

The child looked up at him and shouted, "Mom, big brother is crying!"

The parents explained childishly: "Because my brother likes Mickey Mouse as much as the baby, I am so touched."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He lowered his head in shame, covered his face, and hurried inside.

Just as Han Mo came over with the map, he happened to overhear what the kid said.

He ran over quickly, took out his sunglasses from his bag, pressed Yan Yibing's shoulder, and hung the sunglasses on his warm earbones.

"Why doesn't big brother wear sunglasses?"

The sunglasses blocked most of the dazzling light sources, and Yan Yibing was finally able to open his eyes comfortably.

His sunglasses are in the club, not at home.

"Give me what are you wearing?"

Han Mo: "I don't need to wear it, it's not that uncomfortable."

No one would feel comfortable under the scorching sun at noon, but he was not as uncomfortable as Yan Yibing. After all, Yan Yibing had been in the army for eight years, and he was only two years old.

Yan Yibing didn't refuse, straightened his sunglasses, and muttered, "It's nice to be young."

Han Mo: "There are better ones, if Master is willing to try."

Yan Yibing pursed his lower lip and reprimanded in a low voice, "Shut up."

The first destination they entered the park was not any recreational item, but a restaurant.

Yan Yibing looked around the restaurant directory, and chose the one that was closest to them.

On the way to the egg bag restaurant, I came across a street stall selling roasted turkey legs.

Han Mo hadn't eaten, so he glanced a few more times.

Yan Yibing noticed it out of the corner of his eye, stopped, walked over silently, and paid for one.

Han Mo followed behind him, watching with blinking eyes.

The boss in a cartoon suit quickly wrapped one for Yan Yibing, and handed it to him with oiled paper.

Yan Yibing moved away: "Give it to him."

So the boss handed it to Han Mo again.

Han Mo froze for a moment, then took it hesitantly: "For me?"

Yan Yibing put away his mobile phone: "Although it's an IQ tax, there's still a little firewood. It's not as delicious as Universal Studios, but everyone comes here, and you can eat as much as you want."

Han Mo smiled with his eyes bent, and said in a low voice, "Oh, thank you Bingshen for inviting me to eat chicken drumsticks."

He held it to his nose and sniffed it. The roast was still very fragrant. The turkey leg was sizzling with oil, and he could still feel the scalding temperature through the oil paper.

He didn't bite first, but fed it to Yan Yibing's mouth.

"The Ice God will take a bite first."

Yan Yibing dodged a little, and pushed Hanmo's hand: "I won't eat."

Han Mo: "I can't eat, help me."

Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth, and took a small bite of the turkey leg.

He chewed for a moment, then swallowed.

Han Mo ate right where he bit, not in a hurry, and ate slowly.

Yan Yibing glanced at him meaningfully and licked his lips.

This is... an indirect kiss, right?

Han Mo managed to finish a whole chicken leg, and was no longer hungry at all.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he just ordered a drink and a panna cotta, and watched Yan Yibing eat with his head down.

Han Mo supported the table with his elbows, and said softly, "Disney is pretty good, no wonder so many people like it."

Yan Yibing lowered his eyes, squeezed out a lot of ketchup, and snorted, "You just entered the gate and ate a chicken leg, and your requirements are too low."

Han Mo blinked and said seriously, "Because Master is willing to come here."

Yan Yibing stopped chewing, his cheeks were bulging, he raised his eyes and glanced at Han Mo, and said softly, "Stupid."

Who came here because of Disney.

Not because of you.

"Am I stupid? Everyone praises me for being smart, but Master always says I'm stupid." Han Mo pulled a piece of paper casually, stretched it out naturally, and wiped away the tomato juice sticking to Yan Yibing's lips.

Yan Yibing muttered: "That's because I used to have high demands on you, otherwise who would care about you."

Han Mo: "What about now?"

Yan Yibing smiled: "The worse you play, the better, let's give up the championship to Zero."

Han Mo curled his lips into a smile: "That may disappoint Master."

Yan Yibing curled his lips and ate the rest of the meal in two or three strokes.

After eating and drinking enough, Yan Yibing took a few more sips of lemonade, leaned back in the chair, and rubbed his stomach.

It was past one o'clock, the weather was still very hot, the ground was scorching hot, and the small train opposite was still full of people.

If it wasn't for buying a VIP ticket that was twice as expensive, Yan Yibing would have been too lazy to leave the restaurant.

Just as Yan Yibing was about to ask for the bill, the table behind them just stood up.

The waiter came over with the pos machine.

"The [-]% discount for couples here has already been reduced for you, take a look."

The girl took the menu and glanced at it: "OK."

After paying, they left. The waiter was about to turn around when Han Mo stopped him.

Han Mo asked, "Why didn't anyone tell us the [-]% discount for couples?"

The waiter looked at Han Mo, then at Yan Yi Bing, and opened his eyes wide: "Uh...the [-]% discount needs to be proved as a couple, such as a hug or a kiss."

Yan Yibing shuddered, and quickly took out his card: "...No [-]% discount, I have plenty of money."

Han Mo immediately stood up, leaned over, hooked Yan Yibing's neck, and pecked him on the lips.

"I'm poor."

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, blushing.

Han Mo is getting more and more proficient at kissing him now, regardless of the time and place at all.

The waiter roared loudly: "B37 [-]% off for couples!"

Yan Yibing was so frightened that he almost got under the table.

After going out, Yan Yibing could feel countless strange eyes chasing him all the way outside.

He couldn't bear to kick Han Mo's foot: "This is the magic city, you really think that there are few people who know us, don't you?"

Although e-sports players are different from film and television stars, because of the development of the live broadcast industry, they have more and more opportunities to show their faces in front of the camera.

According to the popularity of each live broadcast, there must be e-sports fans in the entire Disney who can recognize them.

If you're unlucky, the people who know them will be in the restaurant... Yan Yibing can imagine how much turmoil will be caused in the industry.

Han Mo's face was calm: "They don't dare to admit it. Anyway, the fans know that we are incompatible, let alone eating together. We shook hands before the game and they all think that we will stab each other a few times."

Yan Yi smiled angrily.

Yes.

Half a year ago, he thought so too.

Han Mo spread his hands and opened a small ticket: "I saved 20 yuan."

Yan Yibing cast a glance and said ironically, "There are so many."

Han Mo smiled: "Well, be diligent and thrifty."

Following the directions on the map, they went to sit on a nearby hovercraft.

Because you have a VIP ticket, you can play directly without queuing up for a single time.

When walking through the loose passage, Yan Yibing saw the envious eyes of the children in the long line on the other side.

He felt guilty for no reason, so he covered his face with a map, and sat in the last row of the hovercraft with Han Mo.

This boat is not exciting at all. Walking in the channel, there are various moving cartoon characters and beautiful lights along the way.

Yan Yibing leaned on his seat, listening to the sound of rushing water and the sound of taking pictures one after another, his face was expressionless the whole time.

Han Mo didn't have a childhood filter on these cartoon characters, so he didn't feel much about them.

After coming out, Yan Yibing deliberately yelled at him: "Everyone's kids are screaming, why don't you scream?"

Han Mo is kind and friendly: "Maybe it's because I'm old."

Yan Yibing: "..."

After playing the hovercraft, small train, and big pendulum, they went to the roller coaster again.

Yan Yibing sighed: "I didn't expect the roller coaster to be so ordinary."

Han Mo said lightly, "Well, there's not even a flip."

Yan Yibing said casually, "Next time, let's go to Universal Studios. It's more exciting."

He didn't even notice that although it was chaotic and hot here, and he was still tired from walking, he no longer objected to coming with Han Mo again.

Han Mo paused for a moment before solemnly saying, "Okay."

After getting off the roller coaster, Yan Yibing sat on the wooden chair next to the carousel, fanning the map like a fan.

His shirt was already wet with sweat, and he had almost digested what he ate at noon.

He was lazily sluggish, with his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and brazenly ordered Han Mo: "Han Mo, go buy some ice cream, it's too hot."

Han Mo rolled up his trouser legs and stood up: "Wait for me, I'll look for it."

There are occasional small carts selling snacks on the side of the road, but each one sells different ones.

He can't tell the direction, so he can only rely on luck.

Yan Yibing was weak: "Well, go quickly."

Han Mo wiped off his sweat with a wet towel, half-closed his eyes, and walked towards the place with a lot of greenery.

The first trolley I encountered sold popcorn, a box of [-], with a strong fragrance, and the icing was burnt yellow, which looked pretty good.

Han Mo thought that Yan Yibing liked sweets, so he brought him a big box.

Carrying popcorn, he changed another route and bought two cups of iced green tea by the way.

Turning in another direction, I saw people queuing up from a distance.

The ice cream machine hummed, sheltered under a huge canopy.

Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief and got behind the queue.

Holding his phone in one hand, he sent Yan Yibing a wechat message.

[Han Mo: I found it, go back soon. 】

"Han Mo?"

A familiar surprised voice sounded behind him, Han Mo paused, turned around, and then his expression froze.

He subconsciously clasped the phone to his belly, pursed his lips nervously: "Uncle Yan, Aunt Yan."

Under the imperceptible clothes, all his muscles tensed up.

Yan's mother smiled, and said unexpectedly: "I didn't dare to admit it just now, why did you come here, can't you have a girlfriend?"

Han Mo's Adam's apple tightened, and he immediately retorted: "No, with my colleagues."

Yan's mother didn't think about it, but held Yan's father's arm cautiously: "Oh, I'm so embarrassed, your uncle and I come here to join in the fun at such an old age, please don't tell Yan Yibing."

Han Mo's eyelids trembled: "...OK."

Father Yan's shirt was wet with sweat, and he was a little embarrassed.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed: "It's really hot, we also want to buy ice cream, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Han Mo took out the green tea that was still slightly cool: "Drink some water, uncle?"

Father Yan waved his hand: "You keep it, we'll buy two ice creams."

Yan's mother pointed: "Xiaohan, it's your turn."

"Oh... ah." Only then did Han Mo turn around stiffly.

Yan Yibing sat on the chair, tapping the iron handle with his fingers.

The sun was slanting to the west, and the wooden chairs that were originally in the shadow were also exposed to the sunlight. Yan Yibing waited a little bored.

"It's so slow." He scratched his hair irritably, and decided to urge Han Mo.

As soon as he picked up the phone, before he had time to bow his head, he suddenly faced the bleak life.

Yu Yan led Ding Luo, and the two of them, each with Mickey Mouse ears on, were about to row the carousel.

There are countless ways to reach the carousel, and they happened to choose the one facing Yan Yibing.

The probability of being ignored is obviously 100%, Yan Yibing happened to complain.

The two looked at each other, and Yan Yibing slowly sat up straight.

The sunglasses hanging on the bridge of the nose almost slipped off and fell to the ground.

Yu Yan: "?"

Ding Luo: "!"

Yan Yibing: "."

Yu Yan: "Am I dazzled?"

Ding Luo: "Ice God, are you also here to ride the carousel?"

Yan Yibing said indifferently: "I have something to do, so I'm leaving first, you are busy."

He was just about to get up and slip away, when Yu Yan grabbed his clothes in time and smiled with great interest: "No, what's going on, you also came to Disney on Valentine's Day? Did you follow Dad?"

Ding Luo narrowed his eyes, and after a while, he tried quietly: "Ice God is also here to play with friends? Do we know any friends?"

Yan Yibing swallowed several times, pretending to be calm, pushed his sunglasses back, and put one hand in his pocket: "Oh, I'm here with my parents."

He was talking nonsense, but the reason was convincing.

"Oh." Ding Luo was a little disappointed.

Yu Yan looked around: "Where are uncles and aunts?"

Yan Yibing: "I went shopping, alas, old couples celebrate the holidays, I'm just a bag watcher."

Yu Yan looked around, wondering, "Where's Bao?"

Yan Yibing blinked: "...They are reluctant to let me see it."

Yu Yan: "..."

Yan Yibing pursed his lips and waved his hands: "You two hurry up and line up, don't talk to me, I'll go find them later."

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and quickly sent Han Mo a WeChat message.

[Yan Yibing: Dangerous! 】

【Yan Yibing: Don't come back! 】

[Yan Yibing: Don't come back! 】

[Yan Yibing:! ! ! 】

At the ice cream stand two streets away from the carousel.

Han Mo took the huge Italian handmade ice cream, and the phone vibrated rapidly and continuously.

His hands were full and he didn't have time to read the news. Instinctively, he thought Yan Yibing was in a hurry.

Counting the time it took for him to leave, it was twenty or ten minutes.

With difficulty, he hooked the plastic bag containing popcorn and green tea with the little finger of his right hand, lifted his mobile phone, and carefully avoided Yan's father and mother's eyes.

"Uncle and aunt, my colleague may be in a hurry, so—"

He saw Yan Yibing's WeChat.

Han Mo: "..."

Yan's mother didn't want to delay him, and urged: "Go quickly, go quickly."

Han Mo calmly said: "So let him wait for a while, and I will chat with you again."

Yan mother: "?"

Han Mo put away his mobile phone and added: "I mean, have you bought VIP tickets? My colleagues and I may not play anymore, and we haven't played many events."

Yan's mother said softly: "Thank you Xiaohan, we also bought it, you can go to your colleagues, don't worry about us, the ice cream is almost melting."

The coffee-colored and off-white ice cream balls are mixed together, like a pyramid that has lost its support, slowly merging and collapsing.

the other side.

Yu Yan stopped Yan Yibing: "Don't be in a hurry, you are looking after the bag anyway, help me and Luo Luo get the bag, and take a photo of us both."

Yu Yan handed him the phone.

Yan Yibing: "Are you and Dad really rude?"

Yu Yan took it for granted, "It should."

Yan Yibing glanced at the phone subconsciously. Han Mo hadn't replied yet, and he didn't know if he had received it or not.

He was so anxious that he urged, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

Yu Yan and Ding Luo also have fast-track tickets. In fact, Yu Yan is not interested in the playground at all, but Ding Luo likes it, so he will accompany him.

The two got on the childish merry-go-round, and Yan Yibing was beside him holding up his mobile phone to take pictures and videos.

While taking pictures, he subconsciously glanced around with peripheral vision.

He was afraid that Han Mo would come back suddenly, and he was afraid that he might not be able to explain clearly.

Finally, Yu Yan and Ding Luo turned around, and Yan Yibing hurriedly handed Yu Yan the phone: "My parents called me, I'm leaving first."

Yu Yan took it over, looked at the photo and said, "So soon, should I say hello to my uncle and aunt?"

Yan Yibing: "No need!"

He didn't wait for Yu Yan to reply, and ran away in a hurry. He lowered his head and sent a message to Han Mo.

[Yan Yibing: Where are you?I will look for you. 】

The ice cream in Han Mo's hand had already melted into shape, and when his phone vibrated again, he glanced at it.

Han Mo looked at Yan's father, Yan's mother who was waiting for the money, and typed with one finger with difficulty.

[Han Mo: Don't! 】

[Yan Yibing:? 】

[Han Mo: Dangerous! 】

[Yan Yibing:? ? ? 】

Yan Yibing looked behind him.

Yu Yan and Ding Luo are immersing themselves in admiring the photos, how dangerous is Han Mo?

It's not convenient for Han Mo to type, the ice cream has already slid down his fingers, dripping to the ground.

He turned back awkwardly: "Uncle and aunt, where are you going?"

Yan's mother: "Ah, let's go for a stroll, maybe go to see that parade performance."

Han Mo: "My colleagues are at the carousel, I went to find them."

The mother said: "Okay, okay."

Han Mo chose the opposite direction from Yan's father, Yan's mother, and sent messages while walking.

[Han Mo: Don't go to the street parade, just go anywhere else. 】

At the same time, Yan Yibing also sent a message.

【Yan Yibing: Don't go back to the carousel, you can go anywhere else. 】

[Han Mo: Can you answer the phone? 】

[Yan Yibing: Yes. 】

Han Mo made a voice call.

Han Mo: "I'm under the Toy Story sculpture now."

Yan Yibing: "Hide, I'll go find you."

Han Mo: "You saw it too?"

Yan Yibing: "Won't you also meet?"

Han Mo: "...Come here first, the ice cream is almost gone."

Yan Yibing: "Why don't you care about ice cream, I'm almost terrified."

Han Mo had to lower his hat and squat in the long and narrow shadow of the statue, trying to minimize his sense of existence.

Yan Yibing also acted like a thief, sticking to the trees and the crowd all the way, carefully finding Toy Story.

Yan Yibing saw Han Mo from afar and heaved a sigh of relief.

He trotted over and patted Han Mo on the shoulder.

The spherical ice cream has turned into a mushroom cap shape, and Han Mo's slender fingers are covered with ice cream juice.

Yan Yibing squatted opposite him and asked softly, "Did you see Yu Yan and Ding Luo too?"

Han Mo: "?"

Han Mo: "No."

Yan Yibing frowned: "Then you are so dangerous, you scared me."

Han Mo's eyes fell on Yan Yibing's slightly dry lips: "I met your parents."

Yan Yibing: "......"

Yan Yibing: "I told Yu Yan that I came with my parents."

Han Mo chuckled lightly: "I told your parents that I came with my colleagues."

Yan Yibing was still shocked, and sat down on the ground with his arms on his knees: "I will never come to Disney again, it's too scary."

"Yeah." Han Mo held up the ice cream, "I made a mistake again, Disney is more exciting than I thought."

The two sat there for a while.

Han Mo looked at Yan Yi's blushing face: "The ice cream has melted, do you still want to eat it?"

Yan Yibing recovered from the shock, he licked his lips: "Eat, don't waste it."

After all, he was going to take the ice cream from Han Mo.

Han Mo handed it over and said in a low voice, "Don't touch your hands, it's all melted."

Yan Yibing obediently held Han Mo's wrist, leaned over, lowered his head, and took a bite of the ice cream.The ice cream is cappuccino with rum flavor, which is full-bodied and full of sweetness.

Even though it was out of shape, it was still delicious.

So Yan Yibing nimbly swept the edge of the egg roll with the tip of his tongue, took the melted part into his mouth, and muttered: "It's quite delicious."

Han Mo stared at his red tongue, dry mouth: "It's so delicious, can I have a taste?"

Yan Yibing reminded, "It's very sweet."

Very unfriendly to people who don't like sugar.

Han Mo took away the ice cream, possessed himself involuntarily, pried away Yan Yibing's cold lips, and swiped around in his mouth.

The soft tip of her tongue was forced to entangle with him, most of the aroma of milk and coffee on the tip of her tongue was swept away by Han Mo.

Han Mo's eyes were deep, and he murmured, "It's very sweet."

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