dissatisfied [e-sports]

The next day, the four of them practiced intensively for more than eight hours. In the end, they couldn't even accompany Xin Chen, so they found an excuse to slip away after more than five hours.

After playing for eight hours, the two coaches stared out the window with blank eyes, held a cup of tea in their hands, blew and drank, and felt that the long life was almost over.

Yan Yibing slumped on the chair, his neck was tilted, his face was hot and flushed, and the veins on the back of his hands were throbbing unconsciously.

But he didn't even bother to rub it, he just rolled his eyelids lazily, saw the computer screen, closed his eyes tightly and turned his head the next second.

Yu Yan was lying on the table, with one arm resting on his head, and the other was hanging down limply.

He said weakly: "To be honest, I feel like throwing up when I see the three of you now."

Chen Chi wore an eye mask to relieve the soreness of his eyeballs, and snorted, "Me too."

Yan Yibing quickly raised his hands to cover his ears: "Damn! Don't talk, I can't hear your voices right now! It's like a swarm of wasps wandering around my ears."

Han Mo raised his eyes and glanced at them, saved the valuable screen recording and pulled it into the public mailbox before turning off the computer.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

No one spoke.

Only Yan Yibing's breathing became heavier, as if he wanted to hum.

Han Mo: "I emailed what the coach said. You guys have time to review it tomorrow. There is also a replay of the South Korean NNTC team. It is of great reference value. Their coach beat us two when they were players. As a champion, I am quite familiar with the style of play of the three of you."

The NNTC team is the favorite to win this tournament.

This East Asian match is quite special.

Although it is a national level competition, but because South Korea is the host, they have two participating teams.

These two participating teams are also screened out from the strongest players. One of the teams has three people from NNTC and the coach. They hardly need to practice and cooperate.

In addition, the Japanese reorganized team ANK should not be underestimated.

It can be seen that the player selection of this team has been carefully researched and almost all complement each other.

The reason why Han Mo said that NNTC's coach is familiar with Yan Yibing, Yu Yan, and Chen Chi is because they all met that coach face-to-face in the World Championship.

And it's basically a one-on-one replacement of teammates, which doesn't take advantage.

But by the time Han Mo started playing e-sports, that guy had already retired to become a coach.

So Han Mo was the only one who hadn't fought against him.

Yu Yan said in pain: "I try not to go in one ear and out the other."

Chen Chi: "It's good to be young. Old people like us don't remember what NNTC is."

Yan Yibing sat up straight with difficulty, and yawned, "Who are you talking about being old?"

The coach put down the tea in his hand, and said lightly: "And let me tell you some bad news. We just found out that the jumping point of NNTC practice is highly coincident with ours... Well, if you don't want to avoid the battle in the early stage, then It's life and death."

Yu Yan: "Fuck? Why are you so unlucky?"

He said it was disgusting just now, but when he heard that the jump points overlapped, he immediately lost his mind.

Strong against strong in the early stage is completely thankless.

Because there are not enough teams in the East Asia Tournament, the organizer will immediately select fifty professional players from all over the world to participate in the competition and do work similar to NPCs.

It is ineffective for these people to hurt each other, but they hit the contestants indiscriminately.

Therefore, compared with the usual competition, the contestants not only have to escape the threat of the drug ring, but also avoid being surrounded by NPCs.

This is a real battle royale, and only by keeping the number of players alive can you survive until the end.

If they hit NNTC in the early stage, it is impossible for them not to reduce staff.

Chen Chi said quietly: "The competition is about to start, should we change the jumping point?"

Han Mo: "Why?"

Yan Yibing: "Why?"

Yu Yan: "Why?"

Chen Chi: "...Go home and eat!"

Countdown to fifteen days.

Yan Yibing received Sun Tianjiao's WeChat.

[Poor little social animal: Ancestor!The team logo is embroidered on the sportswear for you. It is just under the national flag. It is very beautiful. When will you come to try it. 】

[Yan Yibing:? ? ?Who are you? 】

[Poor little social animal: I'm sad QAQ. 】

[Yan Yibing: What sand sculpture name is this, I almost deleted you. 】

[Poor poor little social animal: This is the way to make money, you don't understand. 】

[Yan Yibing: Are you short of money? 】

[Poor little social animal: I'm short, I'm very short, does anyone think there's too much money? 】

[Yan Yibing: Aren't you afraid to go out with this ID and embarrass Zero?People thought that Zero was going to be yellow. 】

[Poor little social animal: Hey!Don't tell me, Mr. Bian really thought that Zero was going to be pornographic. I played PUBG with him a few days ago, and he tricked me into giving me [-] red envelopes! 】

[Yan Yibing:? ? ?Is there still room for your level to be pitted? 】

[Bitter Poor Social Animal: You can’t imagine Mr. Bian’s dishes. If you played this, I would have a heart attack on the spot, but well, I never imagined that one day trash teammates could make me so happy. 】

[Yan Yibing: Don't you think it's a bit weird, he's so good and you are so good, why does he still play with you?Wouldn't it be better to find a professional player? 】

[Poor little social animal: What's wrong with me!I can highlight that he is not that good, the food is justifiable, the food is reasonable, you don't understand the psychology of us ordinary players at all!You are just jealous of Mr. Bian, who is kind and willing to give me money! 】

[Yan Yibing: ...bye. 】

Countdown to thirteen days.

Through Yu Yan, Yan Yibing contacted the owner of the anchor company who had pushed Liang Hefeng.

Xie Feng: "Hahaha Ice God, I didn't expect to receive your call, cheers for the match!"

Yan Yibing smiled: "Thank you, I heard that you are in charge of the domestic commentary for this East Asia Tournament?"

Xie Feng: "We are not in charge. After all, it is a national competition, and the commentators are also competing for posts. We competed with popular candidates from several other major anchor companies, and finally passed."

Yan Yibing: "Congratulations."

Xie Feng: "Thank you thank you!"

Yan Yibing: "Is Liang Hefeng still in your company?"

Xie Feng: "Yes, he has a good level, thanks to Ice God's recommendation."

Yan Yibing: "You're too polite, I want to thank you."

Xie Feng: "But this East Asia Tournament will definitely not be able to explain to him. I'm afraid he has no experience. This time I will personally participate."

Yan Yibing: "It should."

Xie Feng: "Yeah, I left it to him to commentate on the previous city competition, which is not bad. This line is actually a competition for qualifications. The experience of being a player is useful but may not be so useful. You still have to be able to speak, and you have passed the Putonghua level test. It would be better to have a foundation in broadcasting and hosting.”

Yan Yibing: "Yes."

Xie Feng: "With another one or two years of training, he will be able to take the lead after passing the exam."

Xie Feng's implication, Yan Yibing's face, he can give Liang Hefeng the opportunity to explain the city competition, but absolutely not in the big competition.

Liang Hefeng is a southerner, he is a bit indiscriminate between LN and N, and he is prone to speak in dialects when he is excited. This is no problem on the webcast, but it is much worse to be on a professional commentary stand.

It can be said that Yi Bing knew that for Liang Hefeng, the exam was more difficult than winning the championship in the competition.

If Liang Hefeng could take the exam, he wouldn't be desperate to play e-sports.

But Xie Feng's request was fine, and it was impossible for him to help Liang Hefeng do everything well, and what to do in the future was Liang Hefeng's own business.

Since the last time, he hadn't received Liang Hefeng's WeChat for a long time.

At first, Liang Hefeng complained to him that Xie Feng was not good, dishonest, and too picky, but seeing that he didn't want to answer, he stopped talking.

Yan Yibing looked at the chat box that had gone silent, and didn't know what to say, so he didn't send anything at all in the end.

Countdown to ten days.

In addition to training, they have to do styling, make-up photos, record trash talk and pre-match declarations.

As well as being interviewed by magazines such as "E-Sports House".

When taking makeup photos, in order to appear aura, everyone must keep a cold face, as if the camera owed themselves millions.

Han Mo is self-taught, and the filming is particularly smooth.

Yu Yan's sarcastic face is also decent, with his own advantages.

Chen Chi is a nice guy, Yan Yibing is more gentle, and the two of them struggled a lot in filming.

Photographers are always picky.

"Ice God, please droop the corners of your eyes a little, and look a little contemptuous."

"It's not for you to stare affectionately, but to be a little ethereal, to despise the feeling of all beings."

"It's unnatural. Be natural. Imagine that your opponents are right in front of you, and you will beat them up in the next second."

Yan Yibing: "..."

He was almost cross-eyed, but the photographer was still not satisfied.

The photographer is also worried: "Maybe you look gentler, and your eyes are round, so you don't feel too mocking and indifferent."

Yan Yibing: "It's almost done."

Photographer: "No, your sportswear is inconsistent enough, and if your expressions are inconsistent, I will be scolded to death if I post this photo."

Yan Yibing sighed, a little impatient.

Han Mo stood next to the photographer, with his hands in his pockets, and watched carefully for a while.

Although Yan Yibing's photos are not indifferent or sarcastic, they are all beautiful and worthy of being secretly stored on the phone.

However, it is still not possible to freeze here.

He raised his head and looked at Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing was stared at by his straightforward eyes, and subconsciously looked over.

Han Mo's lips moved slightly, and he said silently to Yan Yi Bing, "Dressed like this, I really want to fuck you."

Yan Yibing frowned, squinted, and stared back fiercely.

The photographer took three consecutive shots at this second, and said pleasantly: "This expression is good! It is angry and cold, and it finally fits with the overall style!"

Yan Yibing: "Day..."

Han Mo curled his lips into a smile, silently retreated to the wall, and leaned lazily against it.

Yu Yan glanced at Han Mo from the corner of his eye, and said strangely, "What kind of lip-synch did you have with him?"

Han Mo pursed his lower lip, and wrote lightly, "A word of truth."

Yu Yan raised his eyebrows, deeply inspired.

It's Chen Chi's next turn.

The photographer is picking again.

"Too simple and honest, no way."

"Don't smile, the corners of your mouth are pulled down, your lips are slightly pursed, your eyes are a little slanted, and your chin is slightly raised."

"It still doesn't work, try again."

Yu Yan: "Chen Chi, you are so stupid."

Chen Chi: "???"

Yu Yan: "The high-quality dark chocolate you brought back from France was fed to the monkey by Yan Yibing, and the monkey vomited after licking it. It was bitterer than Huanglian."

Chen Chi looked at Yan Yi Bing angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Your sister!"

Yan Yibing glared at Yu Yan: "Fuck! Who told you to betray Dad!"

The photographer made an OK gesture: "This expression is barely enough!"

Yu Yan smashed his mouth, raised his hand and patted Han Mo's shoulder: "Ok, your method is really good."

Han Mo's expressionless face: "...um." You may have misunderstood something.

After taking the promotional photos, the next step is an interview with "E-Sports Home".

Yu Yan and Chen Chi walked in front, while Han Mo and Yan Yibing walked behind.

Yan Yibing remembered the mouth shape Han Mo was comparing with him just now, and couldn't help but glance at Han Mo.

He muttered softly: "Although I know you are here to help the photographer, can you stop being so scary?"

Han Mo rolled his eyes, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "Whoever said I was helping the photographer, I'm telling the truth."

Taking advantage of Yu Yan and Chen Chi's not paying attention, he tilted his head slightly, and leaned closer to Yan Yibing's ear, "Master looks very nice in front of the camera being manipulated by others. If it wasn't for the interview later, I really want to take Master into the bathroom."

Bring in Wei!born!between!

Yan Yibing rolled his Adam's apple, and thought of many indescribable scenes.

He didn't even know that his poor experience of watching movies could give him so much effective feedback.

Yan Yibing's ears were a little hot, and he lowered his voice: "It's a good idea."

He shook off Han Mo, followed Yu Yan and Chen Chi, and tried his best to clear his mind of what could happen in the bathroom.

He hooked Yu Yan and Chen Chi's shoulders, and sighed: "Yu Gou, I don't think you are a dog these days."

Yu Yan: "Heh, do I have to go to the bathroom before the interview?"

Yan Yibing shook off his shoulders and flatly refused: "No!"

Yu Yan turned his head in surprise: "What are you calling, expecting me to praise your kidney?"

Yan Yibing said irritably, "Fuck...it's okay."

He was teased by Han Mo for PTSD in the bathroom.

Han Mo listened from behind, and finally couldn't help laughing.

The interview is also very simple. Since it is a written interview, the contestants do not need to appear on camera at all.

The questions asked are the ones they have answered countless times before, which is very patterned.

But everyone's answer has a personal style.

Han Mo just doesn't talk much, if he can use one word, he will never use two. If the host doesn't remind him, he won't give any effective information.

Yan Yibing was a little more tactful, and he could not offend anyone with a smile. He was the most watertight of the four.

Chen Chi is honest and down-to-earth, and he gives the most effective information.

Yu Yan was insolent, mocking from time to time, sometimes even the host wanted to gag him.

After the interview, the host looked at the sketch Word.

Good guy!

Everything Han Mo said was not as much as others said.

The host was not reconciled, and finally CUE Han Mo: "I heard that Hanshen has been exercising? I've been exercising recently, and I'm quite tired."

Han Mo: "No."

Host: "Hahahaha, how do I read the news on the Internet, saying that your abdominal muscles have been maintained well, and it is not easy for an e-sports player to maintain a healthy body."

Han Mo: "Everyone is healthy."

The host forced a smile: "Yeah, Hanshen, why don't you say a few more words, what do you usually eat and do to keep fit besides training?"

Han Mo: "Don't keep it, young."

Host: "Tsk tsk tsk, Bingshen and Chishen are going to be angry when you say that."

Yan Yibing said softly, "I'm used to it, so fuck off."

Host: "Can I fight for some benefits for fans, for example, if our magazine sells [-] copies, Hanshen takes a picture of his abs and posts it on Weibo?"

Han Mo: "No."

The host insisted on the topic: "Are you shy, but Prince does have a lot of female fans."

No nonsense, this interview came out, and Han Mo's answers were all huh, huh, huh, and fans who spent money on magazines would scold the magazine to death.

Han Mo: "The person I like doesn't want me to do business."

Yan Yibing quickly sat up straight, and retorted: "Who said that! You can show it if you want!"

Han Mo narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "I don't."

Yu Yan tapped Yan Yibing's thigh: "You are everywhere, didn't dad tell you to take care of yourself."

Yan Yibing: "...Get lost."

Countdown to five days.

As soon as the magazine was printed, fans of Zero and Prince unsurprisingly quarreled.

[Oh, yo, Yan Yibing is such a whore, what kind of mentality is it to show off the cold god? Isn't e-sports a place to compete for strength? 】

[Bitch, isn't the Ice God trying to benefit you idiot P fans? Don't you want to see your captain's abs? 】

[We big men look at the abs, we look at the operation! 】

[Laughing to death, I wonder how many female fans you have?Can you represent female fans?Han Mo is really acting and standing up, I really don't know what he relies on to attract women? 】

[Z powder's sour gas overflows the screen, does your captain have abs to show off?Oh, your team leader's training time is not as long as mine, and his muscles are not as good as mine. 】

[P fans just said that e-sports is about strength, and now they are fighting for abs. 666, your family is a clown who repeatedly jumps across the beam. 】

[Cooperating with the Zero family is really bad luck, Hanshen feels uncomfortable sitting with him. 】

[To each other, we are thankful that the cold dog does not drag down Bingshen. Bingshen holds his nose and runs business with your family, and he can't even take it with him. 】

[Hmmmm, your home is the best at business, and has the most nonsense. 】

[It's funny, what kind of captain is not in business, is he unprofessional? 】

The forum was full of noise, and Yan Yibing was pinned on the sofa by Han Mo, unable to break free.

While biting the tip of his collarbone lightly, Han Mo said sourly, "Master isn't jealous? Is it okay if I show my abs to others?"

Yan Yibing supported the sofa with one hand, panting: "...leave traces on me and you will die."

Han Mo grabbed Yan Yibing's thin skin, rubbed it for a moment, then let go, and put his lips together: "Is Master jealous?"

Yan Yibing pushed him in embarrassment, protecting his fragile collarbone, and complained in a low voice: "I'll just eat."

The author has something to say: Yan Yibing: Don't eat, don't eat, don't eat, don't eat, don't eat!Anyway, others can see but not touch.