dissatisfied [e-sports]

On the second day before the competition, Yan Yibing went to the bathroom when the contestants entered the arena, but he ran into PYP's Jin Tairan.

When Jin Tairan saw him, he shook his neck with a playful smile, and walked the bird while whistling.

Yan Yibing ignored him, turned on the tap to wash his hands, squeezed some foamy hand sanitizer on the side, and rubbed it carefully.

While making foam, he heard Jin Tairan mutter something.

Because the voice was low, and Korean was not his mother tongue, Yan Yibing couldn't understand what it meant.

But it must not be a good word, because after Jin Tairan finished speaking, he glanced at him triumphantly, like a hen that has successfully laid an egg, with his chin raised and his toes high.

This kind of thing often happens in foreign competitions.

Some contestants didn't dare to make a scene under the camera, so in the bathroom, relying on each other's language barrier, they would say some indecent trash talk.

PYP took the first place yesterday, obviously already crazy and doesn't know who he is.

Yan Yibing turned his face away, smiled lightly, and said in Korean, "See you at the airport."

Jin Tairan was taken aback, as if he didn't expect him to say something directly, which was somewhat provocative.

But Yan Yibing didn't leave him any more expressions, took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and left quickly.

Jin Tairan frowned, and let out an unlucky "hum".

Yan Yibing returned to his seat and lowered his head to put on his earphones.

Han Mo stretched out his hand suddenly.

Yan Yibing was startled, thinking that he was going to bump his fists before the match.

Yan Yibing didn't move for a while, because this action was a bit too secondary, not suitable for his age.

But Han Mo quickly pulled his clothes, rubbed them secretly, and stuffed the things in his hand to him.

Yan Yibing looked down and saw that it was a small piece of milk, the kind of Inner Mongolia specialty that is often sold on high-speed trains.

The green packaging is wrapped in milky white, round milk cubes.

Yan Yibing couldn't help laughing, raised his eyes and asked, "Where did you come from?"

Could it be brought from China?

Han Mo sullenly, with the earphones hanging around his neck, sighed: "Bought in Korea, made in China."

Yan Yibing laughed.

He could imagine that Han Mo deliberately woke up early, found a convenience store here, and then laboriously used translation software to translate what he wanted, and ended up buying it at twice the domestic price.

Before the competition started, Yan Yibing tore off the wrapping paper and stuffed the milk tablet into his mouth.

The milk flakes are not particularly sweet, once in the mouth, they dissolve quickly after being moistened, and the mellow milk taste spreads in the mouth.

He loves dairy, and even milk cheese flakes put him in a good mood.

Yan Yibing held his breath, his voice was a little muffled, and was muffled by the noise around him.

He said, "It's delicious, is there any more?"

Han Mo paused, then simply turned the chair around, touched his pocket, and stuffed all the dozen or so milk tablets he had brought into Yan Yi Bing's hands.

"You like to buy after you finish playing today."

Yan Yibing wasn't polite at all, he put all the milk tablets Han Mo gave him into his pocket, then tore another one and ate it.

Before the game, he was a little bit emotional, and it was good to eat to divert his attention.

Yu Yan looked over and asked confusedly, "Did you check the peripherals? Have you adjusted the DPI? What are you two doing?"

Chen Chi: "The enemy is not allowed to form a small group for me right now. I saw that Han Mo stuffed Yan Yi Bing with something. I advise you to quickly give me and Yu Yan a share, otherwise I will not show mercy in the follow-up interviews."

Han Mo ignored them both.

Yan Yibing innocently shrugged and put on the sound-proof earphones.

On the commentary stage, Xie Fengning frowned: "The Ice God and the Cold God are making tricks again. Is this a new tactic they have researched?"

Duo Meng: "It seems to be food. Ice God has already eaten two. It seems that the cooperation is very happy and easy."

Xie Feng: "I hope they can all perform well today."

Barrage--

【I'm dumbfounded. If I'm not mistaken, Hanshen took out a handful of candy and gave it to Yan Yibing. 】

[Are these two primary school students?What the hell are you doing? 】

[I suspect it was poisoned, the cold god wants the dark shark ice god! 】

[If this is the case, I really want to believe that they have a good relationship... What kind of magical game is the East Asia Tournament, and it has the effect of reunion? 】

[Don't use it indiscriminately upstairs, please, this is turning an enemy into a friend at best, should you read romance novels? 】

[It's dark and rubbing, the Chinese team cheers! 】

[Don't carry private goods, just refuel, and don't be afraid of knocking off your front teeth. 】

[Hurry up and start the game, the Koreans on the push are crazy. 】

......

10 minutes later, the fourth game began.

Xie Feng: "Ah, this round is the central route, and it is very likely to be an airport circle, but in this case, the NPCs will definitely choose to jump to the airport. I don't know how many teams will follow."

Duo Meng: "Yes, in addition to taking as many kills as possible, we also need to avoid the pursuit of NPCs. In yesterday's round, some teams suffered losses."

Xie Feng: "Wait, are we... divided?"

On the map, it is clear that the four members of the Chinese team jumped in different directions.

Yan Yibing went to the mine, Han Mo went to P city, Yu Yan went to R city, and Chen Chi jumped to N port.

Xie Feng: "This is too bold. Although this can get the most information, it also has the risk of being wiped out by the group."

朵檬：“我们一般最多看到的是2+2的阵容，1+1+1+1还是很少出现的。”

In the team, Yan Yibing and the others were equally nervous.

This is the last round of the Allengar map.

They have fully figured out the jumping habits of each family and the grouping area of ​​NPCs.

This is an information point that has accumulated three games, and they don't want to waste it.

After discussing all night, the coach finally discussed with them a bold approach.

Their current score is third, and the gap with the first and second is not too far, but they are not far behind.

If you want to quickly catch up with the points, you must eat chicken, and you cannot be eaten by the number one PYP and the second ANK.

Chen Chi was the first to parachute, and Yan Yibing reported: "Twenty people jumped. I don't know if they all went to the airport. There may be people in the fishing village P Port. QW has a high probability of the airport. They also jumped yesterday."

After speaking quickly, he also jumped out of a parachute and quickly flew to the mine at a distance of 500 meters. Han Mo said, "Fifteen are missing."

"En." Yan Yibing knew it well.

Immediately after Han Mo jumped, Yu Yan said: "Tsk tsk, there are so many people in P City, thirty of them have gone down."

Han Mo: "They dispersed, and they probably wanted to avoid the battle in the early stage."

Yu Yan: "That's the participating team, the NPC is too lazy to avoid the battle."

Han Mo: "Yes."

In the end, Yu Yan jumped to City R, which had the least number of people, because everyone predicted that the circle would be at the airport, so they were unwilling to walk such a long distance.

Yan Yibing fell behind the mine and found that four or five people had also fallen.

But it didn't take long for these people to come down, and there was gunfire immediately. After a while, the gunfire disappeared, and there was no kill information.

He judged that these people were most likely to be NPCs, and NNTC did not jump into the mine as always.

Yan Yibing was a little disappointed.

This is equivalent to putting himself in a dangerous situation. To be on the safe side, he just picked up some basic equipment, then quickly left the mine and approached Port P.

Chen Chi: "ANK is at the airport. I saw them fighting against NPCs. There is no other team at the airport except ANK and me."

Yu Yan: "The city of R is so fat. When I transport the equipment back for you, I will be so angry. The two killed are all NPCs. It seems that there is no team coming."

Han Mo: "There are a lot of people in P City, about two teams." He paused, and the M4 rang several times, "Uh... this is NTA."

He took a head and quickly changed positions.

Yan Yibing: "Have you controlled the vehicle?" Han Mo: "Wait."

Yan Yibing waited patiently for a while, there was another burst of violent gunshots, Han Mo took a deep breath, and wrote lightly: "I got the motorcycle, the other team in P City is OSVA."

Yan Yibing could guess how much effort it took him to escape the siege.

Yan Yibing: "Won't these idiots from NNTC go to Port P again? I'll go and see, Han Mo, come here first if you're close. There are four or five NPCs in the mine. If there are people in Port P, you can drive away from the mine." , and introduce them to Port P."

After he said that, he deliberately made a big circle, passed the target mountain, and cut diagonally to Port P.

But when he passed the fishing village, he froze for a moment.

The figure in the fishing village flickered, and there seemed to be someone.

But there has been no gunfire here, and there is a high probability that it is a team.

However, his equipment was average, so he didn't dare to go there rashly. He just paused, and then ran towards Port P again.

He's a little weird.

The fishing village is not fat, which they confirmed yesterday.

Why are these people still hanging out in the fishing village? It is obvious that Port P is just around the corner.

Don't say that there is no one in Hong Kong P right now, even if there are, the two teams, of course, whoever is the hardest will grab the spot, and since they were overshadowed yesterday, it is estimated that all teams are prepared in their hearts.

Yan Yibing's mind flashed.

What if the two teams know each other and don't want to fight each other?

That can only be... PYP and NNTC.

They don't need to jump to the airport, after all, the airport is easy to be killed by NPCs, and once they are circled at the airport, there are eight of them, no matter how strict the bridge is, they will not be able to block it.

Yan Yibing didn't go to Port P anymore, he said directly to Han Mo: "Pass through the mine, go straight to the fishing village, and bring those headless NPCs down, I'll help you set up a gun, trust me, you won't die .”

He is not sure whether the fishing village is PYP or NNTC, but it must be with weaker equipment. Going to the fishing village is much more reliable than hitting the P port.

"Of course I believe you." Han Mo pursed his lips, driving a motorcycle, passing through the mine majestically.

The sound of the huge engine resounded through the forest, which naturally attracted the attention of several NPCs.

NPCs don't need points, and they are not afraid of making boxes. If they see people, they will of course take advantage of the victory and pursue them.

Being chased by four or five people and driving an uncovered motorcycle, he would be beaten to death on the road if he didn't pay attention.

The bullets landed at Han Mo's feet, but he was calm and moved gracefully, so he was not killed.

At the moment when the helmet was blown off, Han Mo rushed into the fishing village and drove his motorcycle straight into the port warehouse.

It was PYP who was in the fishing village. Jin Tairan had never seen such an arrogant person grabbing points, and he went crazy immediately.

As soon as he led people to rush towards Han Mo, the NPC behind him chased him.

Jin Tairan only knew that there were people following him, but he didn't know that they were not Han Mo's teammates.

He thought it was a whole team coming to grab the spot, so he neatly dispersed the manpower, let two people go to fight the NPC, and he led the people to the warehouse to kill Han Mo.

Han Mo's armor had been completely shattered. He hid behind a container and quickly packed a medical kit.

Jin Tairan and monkey have already rushed into the warehouse.

Han Mo gritted his teeth, ready to go out and fight with them.

Just when Jin Tairan wanted to pinch Han Mo to death, two teammates outside exclaimed: "Captain, come quickly, there are four of them!"

Jin Tairan was dumbfounded.

One in the warehouse, why are there four outside?

Teammate: "Fuck! Not four! Five! We can't stand it!"

Jin Tairan subconsciously believed that there were also other teams who joined forces in private, and wanted to eliminate them who were number one in total points together.

Jin Tairan gritted his teeth: "Hold on for a while, I'll kill the ones in the house!"

In the next second, a knockdown message popped up.

Teammate: "Captain! It's an NPC, it's all NPCs, Ah Heng is down!"

The gun that Jin Tairan was about to fire stopped again.

If time is wasted now, people from outside rush in and they won't be able to leave.

But is it an NPC driving a motorcycle and rushing in?

Jin Tairan struggled a little.

Monkey didn't care about that much, and rushed over with the gun in his hand: "The NPC also has a point, so let him go!"

Han Mo licked his dry lips, ready to be confronted to death by two people.

boom!

Bang bang bang!

[Zero-ICE knocked down PYP-monkey with a Thomson submachine gun]

Monkey fell to the ground in response, in a panic, he had to crawl behind the bunker, exclaiming: "Captain help me!"

Jin Tairan also panicked.

Because as far as he could see, Yan Yibing was not found at all.

It was just a Thompson submachine gun, the most inconspicuous and least used gun in professional competition.

Yan Yibing used this broken gun that couldn't be equipped with a magnifying scope, and knocked down his teammates from a distance he couldn't see.

Is that human being? !

On the far side of the road, Yan Yibing breathed a sigh of relief.

He blinked his sour eyes, and shook his wrists twice.

He really felt that he was getting old, and at this distance, his eyes would be blurred if he stared at it for a while.

In fact, he shot it entirely by feeling. In order to prevent a miss, he almost missed a tube of bullets.

Han Mo didn't give Jin Tairan a chance to breathe.

One-on-one, he didn't think he would lose.

He bit his cheek lightly, flung a smoke bomb, and rushed out. Under the cover of the smoke, he raised his gun and shot from the waist. The lines of the gun intertwined for a few seconds, and Han Mo let out a soft breath.

Jin Tairan and monkey fell to the ground, but because their teammates who were entangled with the NPC outside were not dead, they still had a chance to be helped.

Of course, Han Mo would not give up this head point, he stepped on the remaining blood, stepped on the gradually dissipating smoke, and gave Jin Tairan and monkey each a shot.

[Prince-momo eliminated PYP-monkey with M416 assault rifle]

[Prince-momo eliminated PYP-tai with an M416 assault rifle]

The Chinese team harvested two head points at once, which is still the number one of the currently ranked team. If the Chinese team can eat chicken in this game, the total points will change drastically.

Xie Feng slapped the table and exclaimed: "This move is really bold and reckless, but also very beautiful! If it is not for absolute trust and absolute confidence, who can use this move to kill people with a knife so slipperily!"

Duo Meng: "Ice God doesn't have a magnifying glass at all! What kind of eyes are these? I can't even see the people in the warehouse clearly, but he can actually hit the monkey and save Han Mo!"

Xie Feng: "Eternal Light really lives up to its reputation. With the state of Ice God, I really think he can hit thirty!"

Duo Meng: "I heard that the head of the egg roll commentary has gone crazy... the glass of the commentary table around us is about to be cracked by him."

Xie Feng: "Hahahaha, after all, PYP suffered too much. They probably fell from the first place in this round. I don't know if NNTC can live up to it today."

Outside the warehouse, two PYP players naturally couldn't beat five NPCs.

They tried their best to kill the two NPCs, but they also died in the fishing village.

Jin Tairan's eyes were cracked, and he glanced angrily in Yan Yibing's direction.

This extremely hostile look should have received a wave of warnings, but the recorder behind him seemed to have seen nothing.

Playing at home, this tacit bias is still unavoidable.

Yan Yibing teased, "Are the smoke bombs used? Then you might not be able to escape."

Han Mo said softly, "It's okay, it's worth it, just don't take their heads."

Yan Yibing smiled lowly: "If I'm not outside, you won't be able to escape, wait for me."

Han Mo curled his lower lip, and couldn't help complaining: "Master, your gun is too bad."

Another voice came in, and Yu Yan said lightly, "Tsk, isn't there me here?"

He came all the way from R City with a large amount of equipment, and as soon as he found Yan Yibing, he threw away an AKM with a quadruple mirror.

Yan Yibing quickly reloaded, set up a gun with Yu Yan, and shot the remaining NPCs.

Han Mo asked: "Don't you need to use their hands to destroy Port P?"

Yan Yibing said lazily: "Chen Chi has also left the airport, the four of us are all here, and you still use someone else to destroy NNTC?"

Yu Yan smiled: "It's Port P again, what a coincidence, there is revenge for revenge and revenge for revenge."

Han Mo licked all four bags, put on a new set of equipment, loaded it with bullets, and drove the broken motorcycle out of the fishing village.

The circle was posted outside the airport, but fortunately Chen Chi had been in Port N.

He quickly swam out of the airport and joined them. Han Mo and Yu Yan helped him divide up the equipment.

Han Mo drove the motorcycle, and drove Yan Yi Bing to pull the gun line around the back, while Yu Yan and Chen Chi charged head-on.

NNTC is of course in Port P. They rank low and are not satisfied with the status quo. They are just about to leave Port P to take the head.

The two teams were right up against each other.

Ten seconds later, Han Mo and Yan Yibing touched their buttocks from behind and knocked Li Xihan down.

In 15 seconds, Yu Yan and Chen Chi confronted each other and shot at NNTC, and Chen Chi fell to the ground.

In 20 seconds, Yan Yibing killed Li Xihan, Yu Yan knocked out the last person, and helped Chen Chi up.

After borrowing a knife to kill and destroy PYP, they successfully harvested NNTC.

In this round, the Chinese team's Tianming circle undoubtedly won the game, jumping to second place in total points.

In the second game, the Miramar desert map is another big map that does not need to be grabbed.

The Chinese team collided with ANK in St. Maarten, and replaced all ANK members three-on-four. Yan Yibing made it to the finals alone, finishing second.

In the third game, the Chinese team still used the method of killing people with a borrowed knife to introduce four NPCs into Lion City, and fought with NNTC.

Yan Yibing and Yu Yan fell, NNTC was wiped out, Han Mo and Chen Chi went to the finals to eat chicken.

So far, the Chinese team has risen to the first place in total points, and Han Mo's single-player KD ranks first.

There is one day left in the game.

In the auditorium, Sun Tianjiao excitedly stood up and chose Cha Cha.

He stuck out his tongue in Pu Yili's direction, and said to Ding Luo with joy, "Tsk tsk tsk, you said that this place with a short history is just not good. They don't understand 36 tricks, and Sun Tzu doesn't know the art of war. He doesn't even know how to kill with a knife. Let us After two rounds of routines, the wisdom of the ancestors is broad and profound."

Ding Luo smiled: "The Joseon Dynasty had a history of more than 2000 years, and it was a vassal state after all, so I think they also know about Sun Tzu's Art of War and the 36 Strategies."

Sun Tianjiao waved her fingers: "The Republic of Korea was established in Shanghai in 1919, so it must have been 100 years ago."

"Oh." Ding Luo felt that Sun Tianjiao's mouth was indeed quite damaged.

The loss is quite beautiful.

At the end of the game, the contestants left, and Yan Yibing bumped into Jin Tairan again.

Jin Tairan and Li Xihan stood together, completely without the complacent look they had in the morning.

With a sullen face, he glanced at Yan Yibing, and Li Xihan patted him on the shoulder.

Yan Yibing smiled lazily: "I agreed to see you at the airport, why didn't you come, I have to trouble us to find you."

The muscles on Jin Tairan's face trembled, he gritted his teeth and said, "Wait for tomorrow."

Yan Yibing pretended not to understand, and said kindly, "Thank you PYP and NNTC for your blessings, let's work together."

Li Xihan was anxious: "Who blessed you!"

Yan Yibing squinted his apricot eyes: "Thank you, thank you, and I wish you good health."

Li Xihan: "Day..."

During the dinner time, the coach reminded them to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, stabilize their performance and play well on the last day of competition.

Yesterday it was Han Mo who was depressed and didn't have enough to eat, but today he became anxious and became two coaches.

Ascending to the summit on the second day, it seemed to be stuck in the neck with a knife.

If you work hard, you will grab the trophy and glory, and if you don't pay attention, you will fall off the altar.

Sun Tianjiao reassured: "It's not the first time for them to participate in the competition, how can they still be proud? It's okay, our fine tradition of Zero has always been to play steadily and never relax. Look at Ice God's performance today, just watch, you look carefully!"

Yan Yibing stuffed a crab leg into Sun Tianjiao's mouth: "Speak less and eat more."

Sun Tianjiao curled her lips and chewed the crab legs with her small canine teeth.

After eating, Yan Yibing took the room card from Sun Tianjiao's arms again.

"Borrow it, I will pay you back later."

Sun Tianjiao stared at him blankly: "Fuck, I suspect that you have something to do with Han Mo! Could it be that it wasn't Xiao Ding who was poached, but me?"

Yan Yibing patted his chest: "Please use your eloquence on Mr. Bian, who is autistic."

After finishing speaking, Yan Yibing held the room card and turned it around in his hand, then turned and went to Han Mo's room.

He had a point to review with Han Mo, and he didn't have time to talk about the crowds at dinner.

When he entered, Han Mo was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Yan Yibing didn't bother him, he just pulled up a chair and sat down, turned on Han Mo's computer and waited.

He heard the sound of water stop, then the sound of rubbing his body, and then, the sound of rustling clothes.

Han Mo pushed the door open, and a gust of hot air wafted out.

Han Mo's hair was dripping with water, his clothes were wet in several places, and the water droplets on his face were not wiped dry.

The bathroom is full of water mist, and it is indeed a bit difficult to dry it.

Yan Yibing took a few glances and asked, "What clothes are you wearing without drying yourself?"

Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple: "I thought it was Manager Sun."

Yan Yibing was stunned for a few seconds, and then he smiled deeply: "Why, when Manager Sun comes, you are wrapped up tightly, and when I come, you don't have any clothes on?"

Han Mo bent his eyes, leaned over, wrapped his wet arms around Yan Yibing's waist.

"I won't wear it when you come, and I hope you won't wear it either."

Yan Yibing pursed his lower lip, his eyelids quivered, coughed lightly, and tried to maintain a serious face: "Then what, I came here to..."

Han Mo immediately asked, "Is there any reward for playing well today?"

Yan Yibing frowned: "It's agreed to be tomorrow."

There was a light lemon fragrance on Han Mo's body, his eyelashes were filled with moisture, and even his eyes were moist and bright.

He murmured: "I want a little bit today."

Yan Yibing held his breath, stared at him for a few seconds, silently took out a piece of milk from his pocket, tore off the wrapping paper, and fed it to Han Mo's mouth: "This is the only one now."

Han Mo lowered his eyes, glanced at the milky milk flakes, opened his mouth suddenly, and swallowed the milk flakes and Yan Yibing's fingertips together.

The soft tip of his tongue swept over the thin fingerprints, Yan Yi Bing shuddered, and called out hastily: "You—"

He quickly retracted his fingers, subconsciously panting a few times.

Han Mo put the milk piece in his mouth, feeling the fragrance of the milk, he suddenly leaned forward and pressed against Yan Yibing's lips.

Yan Yibing had just eaten two slices, and there was still a sweet taste of milk in his mouth.

He was caught off guard and took a deep breath, his lips parted slightly, leaving gaps between his teeth for Han Mo.

"Well......"

Han Mo unscrupulously demanded rewards, muttering: "Master, it smells so good."

The author has something to say: Han Mo: Stop wearing it, it's hot.

Yan Yibing: I'm not hot.

Han Mo: I'll help Master warm up.