dissatisfied [e-sports]

After being let go by Han Mo, Yan Yibing pulled his collar and leaned in front of the mirror.

He craned his neck and lowered his eyes to look in the mirror.

The collarbone is close to the neck fossa, there is a little red, the red is quite obvious, and the red is very distinctive.

It was first lightly ground by the teeth, and then severely pinched by the lips.

He rubbed it with his fingertips, it was moist and warm, and he didn't know when it would disappear.

"Han Mo, you are dead!"

Yan Yibing loosened his collar, turned around, with a gloomy expression, staring at Han Mo coldly.

With a smile in Han Mo's eyes, he generously pulled off his collar, exposing his neck, and deeply repented: "I was wrong, why don't Master bite me too?"

He didn't use too much force, he just miscalculated the tenderness of the skin there.

Seeing the glistening red marks under the bright light, Han Mo felt a little guilty.

Yan Yibing ground his teeth.

Of course he couldn't let Han Mo be alone, so he walked over with a sullen face, pushed Han Mo down on the sofa with all his strength, possessed himself, and mercilessly bit the upper part of Han Mo's neck.

It's a bite, not a kiss.

The tip of the teeth rubbed against the thin skin, feeling Han Mo's tingling tension at that moment, Yan Yibing let him go in satisfaction, and wiped his lips.

Han Mo didn't complain of pain, but tilted his neck and touched it lightly.

When the fingertips touched it, it was still a little prickly.

He couldn't see it himself, so he raised his eyes and asked Yan Yi Bing, "Master, is it so red?"

Yan Yibing snorted proudly, provoking Han Mo on purpose: "You won't be able to retreat for five days, so you can take it to Busan to play the game."

Han Mo was very calm.

He rolled his Adam's apple, propped his elbows on the sofa, sat up straight, and said calmly, "Well, I'm not ashamed. I have an interview in Busan, so I can speak straight."

Yan Yibing: "???"

Yan Yibing: "..."

He half-kneeled on the sofa, took off Han Mo's clothes, and looked at his bite marks again.

It's a bit more ruthless.

His traces may not be visible tomorrow, and Han Mo's will not disappear for at least four days.

day......

Yan Yibing said seriously, "You wear a high collar under your tracksuit."

Han Mo shook his head innocently: "It's summer."

Yan Yibing: "It doesn't matter."

Han Mo frowned in embarrassment, then hooked Gou Yan Yi Bing's cuff with his fingers: "Is that good?"

Yan Yibing laughed back angrily: "Can you put all my thoughts on the routine and study the opponent?"

Han Mo said calmly, "I have a lot of thoughts, and I have enough." Yan Yibing had no choice but to sit lazily beside Han Mo, with one leg pressed under the other, with a serious expression on his face.

"To be honest, NNTC is a bit tricky. Their coach knows all three of us too well."

Han Mo knew that Yan Yibing had started talking about something serious.

While playing with Yan Yibing's soft and long hair, he said softly: "Well, but all opponents are difficult to deal with. They have already fought in the World Championships. Didn't Yu Yan still win the championship?"

Yan Yibing nodded thoughtfully: "When Yu Gou got it, NNTC was unlucky and ran into the European and American strong team Break in advance, and then the players in the Break team broke up and were forced to compete on the field. How can I say that I feel a little guilty. "

Han Mo took it lightly: "The competition is luck plus strength."

Yan Yibing: "That's true, but the jumping points overlap..."

Although they shouted "Why" in the training room, they were afraid of the situation where the snipe and the clam competed for the fisherman's gain when they really came to the field.

Yan Yibing turned to look at Han Mo, was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "NNTC only doesn't understand you."

When Han Mo played, the coach had retired for more than a year.

And because Han Mo was tough and reckless, Prince's team's tactics were immature, so the results fluctuated throughout the year.

It wasn't until this PCL Spring Split that they were completely adjusted.

So that coach will definitely not take Han Mo to heart.

As that person's opponent for five years, Yan Yibing was the main target of the opponent's prevention and control.

Han Mo bent his eyes, and wrapped his fingers around Yan Yibing's hair, making his curly hair even more curly.

"Well, after all, I am not as famous as Master in the international arena."

Yan Yibing patted Han Mo's fingers away, and lazily leaned back on the sofa: "I hope NNTC will take the enemy lightly."

He didn't stay at Han Mo's house for too long, and returned to his own house before + o'clock in the evening.

He didn't forget to shake his neck pretending to be lazy, and covered his collarbone with his hand.

Mother Yan was a little strange: "You have been going home more and more recently."

Yan Yibing walked upstairs wearily: "Because I have been practicing in the league recently, I will go home with Han Mo at night."

Yan's mother was pleased: "The relationship between you and Han Mo is getting better and better."

Yan Yibing nodded guiltily: "It's okay, it's okay."

Yan's mother: "Why are you always covering your neck?"

Yan Yibing shrank his fingers nervously, and subconsciously pursed his lips: "The training is too tiring, and the cervical spine can't bear it."

He took three steps in parallel, rushed upstairs quickly, and let go of his hand at an angle that Yan's mother couldn't see.

Yan's mother always felt very guilty for leaving Yan Yibing at home on Valentine's Day, and she immediately asked concerned: "May I give you a massage?"

Yan Yibing quickly refused: "No, no, there are professional physiotherapists in the club, I'll sleep for a while first."

In the early morning of the next day, the area where Han Mo had bitten was already very faint. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't be able to notice it at all.

Yan Yibing heaved a sigh of relief first. Just to be on the safe side, he still wore a sweater with a small collar to cover his collarbone.

When he arrived at the Union Building, he found that Han Mo was really wearing long sleeves with a high collar, covering his neck.

Yan Yibing let go of his hanging heart a little, and then couldn't help laughing.

Although Han Mo could say all sorts of flirty things in front of him, when he went out, he still looked cold.

He didn't want this kind of privacy to be seen by Yu Yan and the others.

Yan Yibing deliberately raised the topic: "The weather isn't so cold yet, Captain Han has changed into long sleeves?"

Han Mo raised his eyelids, glanced at Yan Yi Bing, and wrote lightly, "The indoor air conditioner is cold."

Yu Yan raised his hand to feel it: "Is it cool, is it okay, maybe you are too close to the air conditioner."

There are many computers in the training room, and the body is hot when running the game, so the temperature of the air conditioner is not high, but no one suspects Han Mo.

Yan Yibing didn't want to make further progress, he nodded thoughtfully, pulled up a chair and sat down.

Han Mo's high collar and long sleeves were worn until the day he went to Busan.

Even Yu Yan, who has a rough nerve, couldn't help muttering: "Is autumn really so exaggerated?"

Just as Yan Yibing estimated, it had been four days, and the traces hadn't been completely eliminated.

He finally felt both funny and heartbroken. Sitting on the plane, he couldn't help but handed his box of Haagen-Dazs to Han Mo: "I'll give you the matcha-flavored one."

Han Mo looked down, picked up the small box, turned around, and asked, "Isn't the matcha flavor your favorite?"

Yan Yibing nodded, confidently: "Yes, I'll give it to you only if I like it."

Han Mo said meaningfully: "I don't like sweets, if Master feels guilty, why don't you give me something I like."

On the plane, everyone fell into an autistic mode, busy with their own tasks, and the first-class seats were large and angled, so they couldn't see what others were doing without deliberately turning their heads.

Yan Yibing asked, "What do you like?"

Han Mo glanced at Yu Yan and Ding Luo across the aisle from the corner of his eye.

The two of them were concentrating on watching the movie, their eyes fixed on the screen in front of them.

Han Mo picked up the earphones that came with him on the plane, leaned in as if he was wearing earphones for Yan Yibing, and quickly bit Yan Yibing's earlobe.

The soft and cool earlobe tasted very good, the tip of the teeth bit it, and two small teeth marks were easily pressed out. Then, with the bright and dazzling sunlight in the atmosphere, he saw Yan Yibing's earbones visible to the naked eye. The speed turned red.

Satisfied, Han Mo put the earphones on Yan Yibing's ears.

Inside the earphones is the famous folk song "Scarborough Fair".

"Are you going to Scarborough Fair.

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Remember Metoone Who Lives There..."

The air seems to be mixed with rosemary, and the aroma is irradiated by golden threads, exuding a peaceful and soft breath, which flows into the throat together with the sweet sake.

Yan Yibing listened to the song with earphones on, and suddenly felt a secret and impulsive romance from the distant sky.

This is something he has never experienced in the first two to five years of his life, and he can clearly perceive it without experiencing it, the taste of love.

He suddenly understood that it was not like his mother said, he wanted to learn how to fall in love with people.

Some things are self-taught.

What matters is with whom.

After a two-hour journey, they landed in Busan, and as soon as they got out of the airport, they smelled a strong damp smell.

Busan is near the sea, and the seafood is fat and delicious. The bus drove all the way and passed many restaurants with water tanks at the door.

Huge octopuses, king crabs wielding thick pincers, and giant eagle claw shrimps crawling on the bottom of the tank.

In the evening, they checked into the five-star hotel booked by the organizer.

Players from other countries live with them on different floors of the same hotel, but in the evening, the hotel will provide free teppanyaki buffet.

In order to ensure the absolute safety of food, most players will choose to stay in the hotel to eat.

The same goes for the Chinese team.

Sun Tianjiao followed Yan Yibing all the time, telling him as he walked: "Now is not the time to enjoy happiness, eat less seafood, don't spoil your stomach, and eat whatever you want after the game."

As she spoke, Sun Tianjiao patted the waiter on the shoulder, and said kindly in Korean, "Thank you for grilling me four snow crab legs."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Sun Tianjiao said confidently: "I don't compete, of course I can eat."

As soon as Yan Yibing and the others sat down, the Korean NNTC team came down from the stairs in a mighty way.

NNTC coach Park Yi-ri raised his chin, looked at the Chinese team, then smiled and raised his hand.

"Yan, long time no see."

Yan Yibing could speak simple Korean, and when he heard that, he twitched his lips: "Hello."

Pu Yili shifted his eyes to Yu Yan and Chen Chi again, and then exaggeratedly patted his thigh: "I didn't expect it to be the three of you. It's so fateful. I still remember the matchup in the World Championship."

Sun Tianjiao grinned and gritted her teeth, with a fake smile: "Just pretend to be fart, don't you already know who our contestants are?"

Ding Luo used to follow Korean dramas and knew Korean, so he whispered a few words in Yu Yan's ear.

Yu Yan sneered: "This guy was crazy before, because he beat our two champions and was almost blown away by South Korea."

Pu Yili came over, hooked Yan Yibing's shoulders enthusiastically, and turned to Yu Yan and Chen Chi: "I hope your style of play will change, otherwise we may have thoroughly studied it."

Yan Yibing looked sideways, and patted Park Yili's hand away: "Aftersomanyyears, canyouspeakEnglish"

Park Yili's face froze, with an unnatural expression.

His English is not good, very bad, even if he has participated in so many international competitions, he still has to bring a translator.

Speaking of Korean, he can talk eloquently and complacently, but he can't understand Yan Yibing when he changes the language.

He didn't even know if Yan Yibing was scolding him just now.

He straightened up, and the muscles on his face twitched: "Anyway, I'll see you on the field. I hope the three of you can make impressive moves."

He really ignored Han Mo the whole time.

Because in his eyes, this young man was just making up for Yan Yi Bing, Yu Yan and the others.

Park Yili has gorgeous and superior competition results, and has the leading position in the Korean e-sports circle. This has caused him to be unable to let go of any new players in his eyes for a long time.

The turnover of e-sports players is too fast, and many famous players subconsciously reject these latecomers.

They are also young, and they don't admit defeat, nor are they willing to be surpassed by reckless younger generations.

The higher you go, the less you want to admit that the experienced self, such an excellent and powerful self, will be replaced by others.

South Korea's extraordinarily strict etiquette for seniors and seniors gave Park Yili a sense of superiority and undeniable superiority over Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing smiled sincerely, his almond-shaped eyes were gently curved, and greeted in English: "I also hope that your team will stop at the semi-finals." After speaking, he changed his expression to Korean calmly, "Friendship will last forever."

Pu Yili couldn't understand the previous sentence, but she didn't want to appear inferior to Yan Yibing.

Seeing Yan Yibing's sincere expression, he extended his hand generously and shook Yan Yibing's firmly.

"Friendship forever."

Sun Tianjiao, who understood, Ding Luo couldn't hold back his laughter. The faces of the NNTC team members on the opposite side turned blue and white, and only Park Yili squinted his peasy eyes without realizing it, and faked a smile.

After Park Yili left, Yan Yibing looked at Han Mo with interest: "That fat man doesn't take our PCL championship seriously."

Han Mo glanced at him with a calm expression: "It doesn't matter."

He didn't care about Park Yili's attitude at all.

He and Park Yi-ri are not of the same generation, just as Park Yi-ri ignores him, and for him, Park Yi-ri is already a thing of the past.

Yu Yan snorted: "Very good, what we want is that he underestimate the enemy, this force has thoroughly studied the three of us, except that he doesn't care much about Han Mo, and he will definitely suffer in the arena."

Chen Chi said honestly: "Don't be so absolute, maybe they were wiped out by NPCs before they met us."

Yan Yibing: "Then I wish them such good luck."

Yu Yan: "Blessings."

Chen Chi: "Blessings."

Han Mo: "Yes."

After eating, Sun Tianjiao urged them to go back to the room to rest quickly, don't stay up late, and put on the best condition for tomorrow's game.

The hotel here booked a room for two of them.

To prevent mutual influence, Yu Yan and Ding Luo separated, Sun Tianjiao and Yan Yibing separated, Ding Jun and Han Mo separated.

They think that people they don't know well live together, at least they won't be able to chat.

So that night, Ding Luo lived with the female manager of AX, Yu Yan and Ding Jun, Chen Chi and Yu Le, Lu Jianghe chose between Sun Tianjiao and Yan Yibing, and finally chose Sun Tianjiao.

Lu Jianghe: "I'm a talkative person. I originally wanted to choose Captain Han, but I have to separate the people from Zero, so I can only choose Manager Sun to fight poison with fire."

Yan Yibing looked at Han Mo, and touched the tip of his nose uncomfortably: "Such a division...isn't it appropriate?"

Didn't you say that you should not disturb each other and concentrate on resting?

He and Han Mo don't bother each other?

What a joke!

Han Mo leaned against the wall, raised his eyes when he heard the words, and slightly curled his lips.

Yu Yan was curious: "No way, you two can fight together?"

Yan Yibing had a cold face: "...No."

can kiss.

Yu Yan advised him: "Don't be so bad-tempered, talk less and sleep more, what can't last for a few days?"

The corner of Yan Yibing's mouth twitched: "Hehe."

He was really afraid that if he slept too much, he would sleep on another bed.

Han Mo finally put down his phone, opened his mouth, and said meaningfully: "Well, it's not suitable, it's better for me to go with Manager Sun, Lu Jianghe and Bingshen. In a few days, I'm afraid I won't be able to last."

Yan Yibing coughed lightly, lowered his head unconsciously, raised his eyes, and scratched the hair on his forehead intently.

Ding Luo raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Yi Bing with a light in his eyes.

Is this shy?

Are you shy?My six-year-old friend rushed so hard?

Lu Jianghe: "Tsk, you've already said that, so let's go."

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