dissatisfied [e-sports]

For breakfast, Yan Yibing ate two chocolate croissants and drank a bowl of sweet milk.

It's not oatmeal though.

After eating, he put on the earphones, sat on the chair blankly, and opened his eyes.

Before an important game, Yan Yibing will switch to a quiet mode, his Weibo and WeChat will be temporarily deleted, and no one will answer the news.

Top players each have their own tempers, Yu Yan and Ding Luo are walking around in the hotel lobby, Lu Jianghe is catching up on sleep, Chen Chi is listening to cross talk, and Han Mo is watching replay videos over and over again.

If Yan Yibing could stay out of it, he would find the scene in front of him a bit funny.

Because he seldom saw this group of people so nervous that they couldn't even cover up their little eccentricities.

Although the world championship has been played so many times, it is a game played on a team basis, and they only bear the team's future and personal reputation.

This is the first time they have integrated the strongest combat power and participated in the competition in the name of the country.

Similar competitions are being held on all continents at the same time. Some people say that this may be a sign of e-sports joining the Olympic Games.

None of them could bear the consequences of stretching their hips, especially Yan Yibing and Chen Chi. They were both retired not long ago, and the loss outweighed the gain.

Sun Tianjiao couldn't hold back her mouth and kept chattering.

"The guy on the left wearing glasses and combing his hair is the commentator from South Korea. He is a loyal Park Chue. Park Yili has a well-known stupid scene. When a grenade hit the window frame and bounced back and killed himself, he could break it into pieces. In order to give the players pressure and chances to perform, Park Yi-ri just wait for him to brag in the game."

"That Japanese little sister, the girl group members quit the circle to do commentary, and she has a lot of fans. She must have a lot of traffic. To be honest, I also like this type."

"But ours here is not bad. Xie Feng is also a veteran commentator. He basically doesn't make mistakes and can control the overall situation. Domeng is no worse than that Japanese little sister. I'm talking about looks. There may be some online broadcasts in China, TZC's, There are also Firefly, Yoyo Live and Mangxing TV competing for traffic."

Yan Yibing played the "Heart Sutra" in his earphones, but because Sun Tianjiao kept beeping, he didn't feel calm at all.

Yan Yibing took off the earphones: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Sun Tianjiao paused and urged him: "Go, go, all of you are going, and when the game starts, two people will be restricted to go together."

Yan Yibing put his phone away, drank the last sip of milk, then took a breath, and walked out slowly.

As soon as he reached the corner, he saw Duo Meng and Han Mo standing by the milky white marble wall.

Messy and slender lines are printed on the marble, and those lines are like tobacco shreds, wandering across the entire stone slab.

But looking at it as a whole, the texture of each slab is so similar, and it looks extraordinarily harmonious.

Duo Meng is a bit short, wearing a light gray headband, she has to look up at Han Mo, her eyelashes are curled too much.

Han Mo had his face in his pocket, with a cold face, his eyes were on the ground, he was so quiet that he couldn't even hear his breathing, if it wasn't for the occasional fluttering of his eyelashes, people would mistakenly think that he was standing at the door of the bathroom,' Prompt wax figures of 'No entry'.

However, one high and one low, one cold and one hot, are quite harmonious.

Yan Yibing pulled his lips, without disturbing, and silently passed them by.

He was really in a hurry to go to the toilet, and he really didn't care about such trivial things.

When passing by, he heard Duo Meng encouraging Han Mo.

"Han God, come on! You believe it will be possible!" Duo Meng's eyes lit up, and the strong fragrance on her body wafted far away.

Han Mo shuddered slightly from the corner of his eye, pursed his lower lip, and said "thank you" shortly.

It wasn't the first day that Duo Meng knew about his cold personality, so he didn't care, and planned to invite Han Mo to her live broadcast room to rank up when he had time.

"Let's have a meal together after the game? Or play a ranking. Oh, I heard you've been chasing girls recently? Who, do I know?"

Han Mo's mind was no longer here, he turned his head and said casually, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Duo Meng was taken aback, and murmured: "Didn't you just come out?"

"The phone fell inside." After Han Mo said, he simply made a goodbye gesture to Duo Meng, and hurried back to the bathroom.

Yan Yibing had just finished solving his personal needs, and was raising his neck slightly, squinting his eyes, and was about to pull up his trousers.

Han Mo pushed the door open and walked in.

Yes.

The bathroom in the hotel lobby here has a very humane door, but it is very inhumane without a barrier for the urinal.

If it was another man, Yan Yibing wouldn't even give him a look, and would put Xiaoyan back very calmly, straighten his pants, and wash his hands slowly.

But it was Han Mo who came.

Han Mo had that kind of thought about him, last time in the Internet cafe, Xiao Yan was almost bumped into by Han Mo.

And he couldn't confidently say that he didn't want Xiaoyan to be touched by Han Mo.

"Damn it, you..."

Yan Yibing was startled, subconsciously turned around, turned his back to Han Mo, and hastily pulled off his pants.

Probably because he was too anxious, the zipper got caught in his underwear, and he couldn't pull it off no matter what, he was going crazy in such a hurry.

Xiao Yan was still shivering blankly in the air, but the zipper was stuck, Han Mo got closer and closer, Yan Yi Bing almost had his soul out of his body.

Han Mo looked at Yan Yibing's back with great interest.

Because Yan Yibing was in a hurry, his arms stretched hard, and the butterfly bones would stretch out. With a thin layer of white short sleeves, the silhouette of his back looked particularly good.

"It's not like I haven't seen what Master is hiding."

Yan Yibing's face was hot, he stretched up and down, and finally fixed the zipper, he stuffed Xiaoyan back not too gently, pulled the zipper, and took a deep breath.

"Didn't you just finish sex, why did you come back again? Nervous frequent urination?"

He strikes first, trying to control the conversation.

Han Mo smiled lowly, seeing that there was no one else in the bathroom, he leaned over, took advantage of Yan Yi Bing to wash his hands, and wrapped Yan Yi Bing between his arms.

"There is no frequency or urgency, but the nervousness is real."

He rested his chin on Yan Yibing's shoulder, like a puppy greedy for his master's smell, his nostrils fluttered, sniffing the scent of sweet milk on Yan Yibing's lips.

Yan Yibing just wanted to interrupt Han Mo's overly ambiguous action, but when he looked up in the mirror, he found that Han Mo's eyes were dark and bright, his expression was frank, and he didn't mean to be joking at all.

Probably since this person became Prince's captain, he has always been heavy and calm, like a deep pool without waves, so even Yan Yibing has forgotten that Han Mo will also feel nervous.

Like a high school student stepping into the examination room of the college entrance examination, like a student representative standing in front of the school leader and giving a speech, like a newcomer Xiaobai who has just entered the job interview.

Fresh and alive.

This feeling is very special.

It was a rare opportunity for Yan Yibing to realize that he was an adult who was six years older than Han Mo.

I have experienced more big scenes, I am calmer when things happen, and I have a higher ability to resist risks.

He raised his eyebrows, then couldn't help but patted Han Mo's side face with his clean and wet fingers.

"Isn't it, Cold God?"

Han Mo felt that Yan Yibing made fun of his revealing mental activities, he opened his mouth in dissatisfaction, pressed his teeth against Yan Yibing's shoulder, and took a bite moderately.

"Hiss." Yan Yibing shrank his shoulders, and with a smile in his eyes, he tried his best to turn around within the small area Han Mo circled him, and face Han Mo face to face.

His back was leaning against the sink, his left leg was slightly bent, and the water droplets on his hands were slowly evaporating in the air.

He raised Xinghe's eyes, looked at the water marks on Han Mo's face, and said softly: "Little brother, I should be the one who is nervous, the pressure will never fall on you."

Among the four, Yan Yibing was the absolute senior, with the title of Eternal Light of PUBG on his head.

He has received the most awards, has risen and peaked, and he has never fallen from the altar.

But every game after the age of 23 is a bet for him, whether the word eternity can continue to hang in his head.

This is an honor and a guillotine.

Han Mo's Adam's apple rolled, exhaled softly, and murmured: "I'm afraid others will scold you."

Yan Yibing was startled.

So, it wasn't the competition that Han Mo was nervous about, but him?

Han Mo was afraid that he would not perform well, that his state would decline, that he would be the target of public criticism, and that he would be scolded by domestic e-sports fans.

Because he liked it, Han Mo was also worried that the guillotine would fall down.

This person...

Yan Yibing's heart was sour, but also warm.

He bent his eyes and smiled, and caressed Han Mo's chin frivolously, as if to curry favor with a depressed little wolf dog.

"Then you fight hard, cooperate with me, and help me."

ten o'clock.

Orange lights lit up the entire venue, and in the center of the huge stage were the four letters of PUBG glowing red.

The light seemed to have been processed, and it actually shot out a fibrous beam of light in the bright venue. From a distance, it seemed to be suspended in the air.

The competition seats for the contestants have been opened, and the seven seats are facing each other one by one, looking across the stairs.

The Chinese team hasn't arranged their equipment yet, and the South Korean commentator has already taken advantage of the home field and started to blow NNTC.

"I have to say that the state of NNTC is really good this time. The team members seem to have gained a few pounds recently. It seems that they have not received the tense atmosphere at all. But with the power of NNTC, it seems that it is not their turn to be nervous. Hahahahaha..."

As soon as Xie Feng hung up the earphones, he couldn't wait to taunt: "Listening to the voice of the egg roll head, I am really embarrassed to make an emoticon as always."

Duo Meng smiled: "The one just now is the Korean commentator, Park Yili's die-hard fan, we all just listen to it, there is no need to take it seriously."

Xie Feng: "Okay, before the game started, we followed the director's camera to see how the players are doing. Chen Chi doesn't seem to be there, he must have gone to the bathroom. Yu Yan's keyboard is still slanted. , I once wondered, how did he play such a tricky angle so well. And then Han Mo, oh, Han Mo is giving Bingshen... a hand massage?"

When Xie Feng saw the director's screen, his startled voice became sharp.

Duo Meng was also taken aback, and tried to make amends: "Uh... This shows that everyone has a very good relationship. Even if it is a new team, as long as there is this spirit of mutual help, the championship will definitely be fine."

Barrage--

[Fuck, is it for a show? Is it for a show? 】

[I'm afraid, I think Han Mo wants Dark Shark Ice God!Protect our ice god! 】

[? ? ?I'm sick, is this workplace bullying?Relying on his age and experience, let the contestant give him a massage before the game?Yan Yibing is awesome. 】

[Feifan asks weakly, can't it be that the two of them really have a good relationship? 】

[Laughing, the newcomer has been diving for three months before speaking. 】

[They are true love!I said that!I love it! 】

[Fuck you idiot. 】

【roll. 】

[Everyone shut up!Chinese team come on!Fuck it! 】

[AX, CNG, Zero, Prince come on!Chinese team come on! 】

Fortunately, there were only a few barrages of quarreling, and soon the words that provoked the fight were wiped out without a trace by [Come on Chinese team].

At least at this moment, fans of AX, CNG, Zero, and Prince are of one mind.

After half an hour, the game officially started.

The dazzling orange lights vibrated violently, and the flag of the East Asian Tournament slowly fell from the stairs.

The sound of music fell silent along with the trembling and shattered lights.

The large screen surrounded on all sides reflects the familiar island scenery.

As soon as they logged into the game, all the players landed in an amusement park area.

Jungle, sunset, sparkling light, and fine white sand.

The tranquility at this moment seemed to be the calm before the storm, and the flight path was quickly refreshed.

Western route.

Yan Yibing glanced at Chen Chi.

Chen Chining frowned, and said in a low voice: "Don't compete with NNTC, let's go to the fishing village."

Yan Yibing nodded slightly without questioning.

Since it was stipulated that Chen Chi was the conductor this time, he would never overdo it.

Everyone's style is different, and it's not wrong to choose any point in the early stage.

Competing with NNTC for spots outweighs the gains, the Allenge map is big, and they don't lack equipment.

As for the fifty NPC characters, because they are not afraid of death, they will definitely be bigger.

Chen Chi has no problem choosing a more remote fishing village.

As soon as the four of them landed, they did not meet the fifty NPCs. Yan Yibing reported information while picking up equipment.

"There are people in the mine. I don't know if it is NNTC. There is no one in Port P for the time being. Maybe we can go there later."

Han Mo continued, "There are roughly two teams towards the airport."

Yu Yan searched around, looked at the equipment at hand and frowned: "Where are you going?"

Chen Chi: "Port P."

Insufficient equipment, of course we have to continue to explore.

According to this route and the information they had just parachuted, they decided to go to Port P.

Yu Yan and Chen Chi ended up in the wild area, trying to target the mine, while Yan Yibing and Han Mo, as assaulters, rushed to Port P first.

Port P is as quiet as ever, surrounded by water with sparkling waves.

There were no footsteps, no gunshots, and scattered equipment fell on the ground.

Yan Yibing took two bottles of drinks and heaved a sigh of relief.

Han Mo followed him not far away, while he boldly explored the depths of Port P.

"No one should come."

Yan Yibing reported briefly, but the next second, his heart throbbed uneasy.

It's a bit strange.

In fact, he couldn't tell what was strange, because Port P was too peaceful, and there was no shortage of good equipment on the ground.

But he never ignored his instincts.

Shouldn't.

Although Port P is not a perfect point, and it is not the usual hometown of each team, but this route, except for them, is there really no one going to Port P?

Is NNTC satisfied with eating in the mine?

If you haven't met them, where do you plan to go next?

Yu Yan said indifferently: "It seems that I didn't see NNTC coming out of the mine in this direction."

Yan Yibing subconsciously said, "Han Mo, don't come here!"

Han Mo stopped in his tracks and did not go deep into Port P.

Yan Yibing quickly rushed to a bunker and threw a decoy grenade at the dining room.

The moment the grenade exploded, he keenly felt slight footsteps.

Yan Yibing probed from inside the wall, and the blood line suddenly dropped by 20.00%.

The opponent has a silencer!

He frowned, quickly sealed the cigarette, and switched positions, but the opponent seemed to know what he had noticed, and the dense gun line pursued the victory.

Yan Yibing used the walls and fences to retreat to the back area with difficulty, but his opponent had already chased after him without any concealment.

Han Mo heard the gunshot and was about to come over, but before he could take a few steps, Yan Yibing calmly stopped him: "Don't come over, go and rob with Yu Yan and the others."

He can't go anymore.

There is a whole team in ambush in port P, and the other party has silencers. Both he and Han Mo are more likely to confess that they are here than to wipe out the whole team.

If he hadn't been cautious, he and Han Mo wouldn't have been able to leave.

Yan Yibing threw out the last smoke bomb, and a little sweat broke out on his forehead.

He still hasn't found out where the person who silenced the spy is, and when the smoke clears, he will be in a box.

But he was not willing to be taken as head, so he could only take a gamble.

Bet that there will be someone at the card point that everyone knows, and bet that the other party is a foreign player he is familiar with.

When the thick white mist was gradually thinning, Yan Yibing threw the gasoline can towards the restaurant, and before the gasoline can hit the ground, he raised his gun and shot repeatedly.

The gasoline drum rolled and smashed against the restaurant window, and the glass made a clear and shattering sound. Immediately afterwards, dazzling flames burst out in the cafeteria.

【Zero-ICE eliminated NNTC-nue with gasoline barrels】

[Zero-ICE was eliminated by grenade fragments]

The two elimination messages came out, and everyone knew who the team guarding Port P was.

Like the Chinese team, NNTC did not jump to the mine. They predicted that the Chinese team would jump there, so they sneaked to Port P to receive the courier.

Although Yan Yibing and the others jumped to a fishing village, they still came to Port P by accident.

Barrage--

[Are you going to try your hand at the risk? Assault hand routine operation, alas. 】

[Fuck, what is Han Mo doing? 】

[This is a fucking trap, Han Mo shouldn't have gone there in the first place, Yan Yibing can't save him. 】

[Yan Yibing is still awesome, he can take one away. 】

[And in the end, he blew himself up with a grenade, and his consciousness was very clear. 】

[Wuuuuu is indeed the ice god! 】

Xie Feng: "Ah! Ice God! What a pity, my heart aches!"

Duo Meng: "NNTC is really dark, they deliberately didn't touch any equipment in the third and fourth positions, just to attract people in, the news they received before said that their hometown was set in the mine, and they didn't go back to the mine. "

Xie Feng: "Fortunately, Ice God's reaction and awareness are top-notch, and his skills and emergency handling are also very good. Not only did he not let the other party get a head point, but he even took one away."

Duo Meng: "Actually, I was thinking, if Han Mo came to help, would it be..."

Xie Feng said firmly: "No, the other party has a silencer. If it weren't for our God's perspective, I wouldn't be able to find Li Xihan from NNTC. It would be good if we didn't get two people in this wave, but the NNTC team must be annoyed now. gone."

The director switched the camera at the right time and aimed at the four players of NNTC.

Nue, who was blown up by Yan Yibing with a gasoline barrel, was clenching his fists, his face was distorted, and he was looking at the screen with a gloomy expression.

Captain Li Xihan's expression was not good either.

He is very tolerant of loneliness and has great ambitions. Even when Han Mo comes, he doesn't necessarily have to do anything. He has to wait for the entire Chinese team to come over. His goal is to wipe out the Chinese team in Port P.

They have a complete battle plan for this team, which is summed up by coach Park, the inertial thinking of the Chinese team.

For example, Yan Yibing, Yan Yibing is very cautious, likes to coordinate the overall situation, and likes to stand behind and plan strategies.

So Li Xihan never expected that Yan Yibing, the opponent's first assaulter, would be the first to rush into the hinterland of Port P.

They were caught off guard.

Yan Yibing was indeed cautious and ruthless, and he discovered the weirdness before he entered the encirclement. The nue that induced the grenade was stupid, allowing him to pass on the information.

But at this moment, Li Xihan still had confidence in his heart.

Just like Coach Park said, how could someone as important as Yan Yibing be given up so easily?

Li Xihan deliberately didn't aim at Yan Yibing's head, he gave the other party a chance to rescue, and he was waiting for the next fish to take the bait.

He expected even more that the fish that took the bait would be Yu Yan or Chen Chi.

Unfortunately not.

His one mistake gave Yan Yibing room to breathe, and Yan Yibing was dying to use a gasoline barrel to eliminate the aggressive Nue.

I also blame Nue for being unlucky, hiding in a position that everyone can guess.

Park Yili, who was behind the players to assist in the battle, couldn't hold back her face either.

He vowed to analyze the weaknesses of these Chinese players to the team members, especially Yan Yibing, he knew almost everything, and he was eloquent and well-founded.

But he didn't understand why Yan Yibing's style changed, and he didn't understand why this team was willing to sell Yan Yibing.

That's China's NO.1!

The egg roll head commentator spoke fluent and excited Korean: "Nue is really careless! He performed very well before, but he didn't expect the other party to blow up the gasoline barrel. Captain Li must lead the team to counterattack and defend. champion!"

On the stage, the orange light in front of Yan Yibing's seat quietly went out.

His whole body was shrouded in darkness, and the change of darkness at that moment was so obvious that Yan Yi Bing was stunned for a moment.

He is actually very familiar with these operations on the field. In order to let the audience see more intuitively, the lights of the eliminated players will be turned off.

But in this arena, at this moment, beside Han Mo, he still feels a little lost.

Yan Yibing put down the mouse and rubbed his wrist.

The tense operation just now put a lot of burden on his hands, and it is still a little numb when he presses it.

Although it is a pity to be eliminated before breaking into the first lap, but he is the first assaulter, and it is his mission to beat the thunder.

In this case, Han Mo had to sell him for a long-term profit.

On the screen, he could no longer see the situation in Port P.

He chose to watch the battle with Han Mo. Han Mo was running, and while running, he controlled the gun at the preview point. The camera was shaking quickly, and Han Mo was always on guard against the cold gun that might come from behind.

They simply escaped in time, and the NNTC people had no time to catch up.

Yan Yibing was thankful that he stopped Han Mo in time. Seeing that Han Mo was out of danger, he relaxed on the gaming chair and wanted to express his congratulations to Han Mo for his escape.

He turned his head with a slight smile on his face, but when he saw Han Mo, he was stunned.

Han Mo frowned, his expression concentrated, his teeth bit his lip tightly, his lower lip was bitten into a deep, whitish mark, around the mark, the lip line was dry and the blood dissipated.

Yan Yibing could feel his tension, as if all the muscles in his body were exerting force, and his fingers were tapping heavily on the keyboard. Even through the earphones, Yan Yibing could feel how much strength he had exerted.

Han Mo's mood was wrong.

Even Chen Chi's order, he needs to take a deep breath to obey.

The pace of his departure from Port P was not easy, he couldn't accept it all at once, Yan Yibing died not far from him, but he couldn't see it, couldn't save him, and he wanted to exchange Yan Yibing's life for the information Turned into an opportunity to escape.

This was the first time he was Yan Yibing's teammate in an official game.

This was the dream he had been thinking about for two years.

Han Mo is willing to be Yan Yibing's assistant, help him, protect him, let him gallop on the field without fear, and return to the dazzling ice god who showed his sharpness when he first entered the industry.

Yan Yibing was indeed fearless.

Yan Yibing stepped into the mud without fear, but in the end he saved his life.

This is not what he wants.

The game had just started. In the small bathroom before the game, Yan Yibing still smiled and said to him, "Play hard, cooperate with me, and help me."

Han Mo had never hated himself so much for not being strong enough.

If he was a little stronger, powerful enough to hold back the remaining three people in NNTC, then he would definitely be able to rescue Yan Yibing.

But he can't.

The top players have already reached the point where their strength is almost the same. At this time, what they are fighting for is tactics, coordination, and skills.

NNTC overshadowed them with tactics, and they could only fight back tactically.

Han Mo is a professional e-sports player.

He knew this rationally, so he gave up on Yan Yibing and left.

But that was Yan Yibing after all.

He felt that the impulsiveness was about to split the rationality, and it was cut into irregular and scattered pieces, which could only be barely stitched together by thin threads as thin as silk.

He encountered no obstacles and successfully reconciled with Yu Yan and Chen Chi.

Yu Yan and Chen Chi had already finished sweeping the mine and took sufficient equipment. They set up their guns and waited for NNTC to come out of Port P.

This circle is also very cleverly shrunk, and it is at the airport.

Now they have two choices, rush to the bridge early to increase the chance of crossing the bridge, or stay here and block the NNTC with guns on the slope.

Yan Yibing looked back at Han Mo.

He stared at the screen with a serious face, and calmly called out: "Chen Chi?"

Two seconds later, Chen Chi responded: "Robbery."

This choice was the same as Yan Yibing made before he was eliminated.

Because they know that there are at least two teams guarding the airport, and the number of NPCs is even more unknown.

Whether they can cross the bridge or not, the damage after crossing the bridge is immeasurable. This is not a friendly circle. In order to win the total points, they have to grab as many heads as they can.

Han Mo silently took the quadruple scope and expansion magazine from Yu Yan, and loaded it on the M4.

After Chen Chi issued the order, he had already quickly selected the spot.

A moment later, a jeep roared out from the direction of Port P. The speed of the car was extremely fast, and the front of the car moved consciously to avoid the tire being swept away.

Han Mo, Chen Chi, and Yu Yan were not polite and raised their guns to shoot. Chen Chi and Han Mo focused on sweeping the car, while Yu Yan shot a moving target.

A few seconds later, seeing that the front of the car was about to rush out of their control range, Yu Yan shot Hour off the driver's seat.

Taking advantage of this gap, Li Xihan hurriedly jumped out of the car and fled. The next moment, the jeep was swept away by Han Mo.

The flames created a mushroom cloud, and while the mushroom cloud was rolling, thick white smoke also floated out.

Li Xihan, who jumped out of the car in time, fired smoke bombs, one after another, blurring his position.

He hid in the white mist and began to replenish blood frantically.

The jump from the car directly cost him half his life.

Seeing the continuous smoke, Han Mo calmly put away his gun and rushed down the slope quickly.

Yu Yan helped him set up the gun with a wink, Han Mo rushed for a while, measured the distance with his eyes, and threw out the three grenades in the bag one by one.

He didn't know the specific location of Li Xihan, but he would not give Li Xihan any chance to breathe.

Three grenades exploded without any kill information.

Han Mo tightened his lips, and calmly pulled away the last Molotov cocktail.

A rising fire dragon instantly enveloped the dissipating smoke, and Han Mo fired several shots at the fire dragon's blind spot. Finally, he saw the kill message.

[Prince-momo eliminated NNTC-han with an M416 assault rifle]

Han Mo's tight lips were finally able to relax for a second.

But only for a second.

The poison circle has begun to shrink, and they haven't been able to enter the airport yet.

Finally, when they were rushing to the bridge, they were tightly blocked by three layers of ambushes, and they were all wiped out on the bridge.

They only took four kills from NNTC, and the results were not satisfactory.

Fortunately, the strongest opponent NNTC has not yet scored a point.

The first day of competition came to an end, and the Chinese team ranked third.

It looks barely okay, but it is definitely not an ideal result.

But everyone should not be impatient. After all, there are still two days left in the game, and they lost more luck today.

Even the coach comforted them: "Don't take it to heart, perform well tomorrow, the NNTC score is lower than ours, I just saw Park Yili's rapid breast hyperplasia."

After all, Yan Yi and the others have fought in various competitions, so there is no need to comfort them, but everyone obviously found that Han Mo was more silent than before.

Yan Yibing paid attention secretly, but didn't say anything, and went to have dinner happily with everyone.

In the evening, he ate a whole grilled squid and half a bowl of Korean bibimbap.

Han Mo only drank a few sips of miso soup and ate two pieces of tofu. Ding Jun was worried, and when he asked, he just said that he was not used to it.

When it was time to go back to the room to rest, Yan Yibing snatched Sun Tianjiao's card: "Use it for me, why don't you go to the infinity pool for a while?"

Sun Tianjiao was not very happy: "Is there anything you can tell Han Mo but not me?"

Yan Yi Bing thought, there are too many, such as those soft words and comforting words he is about to say.

But he just dealt with it lightly: "Don't make trouble, I will tell you tomorrow."

Han Mo returned to his room after talking with Ding Jun, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan Yibing sitting carelessly on his bed.

Han Mo paused, and turned the door lock with his backhand.

The lock cylinder clicked, and it could no longer be opened from the outside.

When Yan Yibing heard it, his eyelids trembled a little, but he didn't say anything.

Han Mo walked over, bowed his waist, supported the bed with both hands, looked at Yan Yi Bing with deep eyes, and called out in a low voice: "Master."

After the game, he changed into a shirt with a stand-up collar. The shirt was dark in color and was tied in a belt. He arched his waist, his back muscles were stretched, and the shirt was tight. The outline of his waistline was very clear.

Yan Yibing raised his hand, grabbed his shirt collar, and pulled him a little closer.

Han Mo's first button was unbuttoned, Yan Yibing tugged, and the neckline was pulled, exposing his tight and well-defined collarbone.

Han Mo's neck shrank slightly, and his breathing became short of breath.

Yan Yibing glanced at the beautiful pectoral muscles that could be seen in a trance, then looked away calmly, and said lightly, "What's the matter, little brother, my lip is bitten."

Han Mo subconsciously pursed his lower lip with a small crack, his eyes narrowed, and he reflected seriously: "I didn't fight well today."

Yan Yibing smiled lightly: "Who said you didn't fight well, I think you did pretty well."

Han Mo's Adam's apple rolled, his eyelids folded lightly, and his eyes fell on Yan Yibing's slender, white fingers, which were arched because of holding his collar, and the protruding knuckles were round and beautiful.

It's a pity that there is not much room for this hand today.

The first striker was too hurt.

"I'll be the first assaulter tomorrow." Han Mo said suddenly.

He will touch all dangers first, step on possible traps first, and he will make good predictions to save Yan Yibing from danger.

"So childish, are you still a child? What do you take training for?" Yan Yibing snorted lightly, as if he didn't understand what Han Mo meant, and taunted him jokingly.

Han Mo raised his eyes, his eyes trembled, and his voice was deep: "If it was a child, Master wouldn't have left traces here."

Han Mo pointed to his neck.

The neckline is wide open, revealing the faint, fading bite mark.

Yan Yibing didn't care, ignoring the 'criminal evidence' left on Han Mo's neck, he bent his almond-shaped eyes, leaned close to Han Mo's ear, and jokingly said: "Kids like rewards, you play hard, if you win the MVP, I will send A gift you want."

Han Mo raised his eyebrows, his curiosity reached its peak: "What gift?"

Yan Yibing moved his fingers, fastened the button for him, and said vaguely: "The game is over."