dissatisfied [e-sports]

At the end of the day, Sun Tianjiao made a reservation for the hottest barbecue seafood pot restaurant in the area.

They asked for a big box, and the service fee alone was nearly one thousand, and more than a dozen people went to kill them in a grand manner.

There are three huge seafood pots and two barbecue stoves in the box.

Several people sat in a circle and ordered more than ten bottles of sake.

In fact, Yan Yi Bing is not used to drinking this wine, he thinks the alcohol content is a bit high, but he does as the Romans do, so he has to taste other people's wine when he comes here.

Han Mo was sitting on his left, and Sun Tianjiao was sitting on his right. The extreme inconsistency between their temperaments caused his right ear to buzz.

Han Mo was as silent as ever, and his expression didn't change even after winning the championship, while Sun Tianjiao was beaming with joy, wishing to wear down the skin of his mouth.

The meals are ordered by Sun Tianjiao and Ding Luo in Korean, and they are basically all kinds of meat that everyone likes to eat.

The seafood pot here is very special. The hot sauce is placed at the bottom of the pot, and then a pile of squid, scallops and abalones from the water tank is poured into the pot.

There is absolutely no adulteration in a whole pot of fresh food just out of the water.

The tentacles of the squid with the suction cups were still slowly wriggling, tentatively protruding out of the pot, everyone felt fresh, and excitedly picked up their mobile phones to take pictures.

Yan Yibing also stretched out his fingertips and gave Squid a high five.

After a while, the waiter walked over with scissors indifferently. Without saying hello to anyone, he cut the large pieces of seafood into small pieces with a click, and then pushed the broken and wriggling tentacles into the pot. A pot of boiling water was poured in.

The people who took pictures with their mobile phones grinned and put their phones back uncomfortably.

Although it is food, the impact is still a bit big when it is cut in front of you.

Sun Tianjiao patted Yan Yibing: "Do you like seafood or barbecue?"

Yan Yibing thought for a while: "Anything is fine, seafood."

Sun Tianjiao: "Then you change seats with me. I like barbecue, so I'll sit inside."

Yan Yibing paused: "Also... OK."

Anyway, we eat together, and we don't have to be next to anyone.

Han Mo's ears moved slightly, he raised his eyes, and said calmly: "My side is closer, Manager Sun can sit with me."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Han Mo stood up calmly, gave Sun Tianjiao a seat closer to the middle, and then took the initiative to sit on the far side.

It is indeed the closest to the seafood pot, but it is a bit far from the barbecue stove.

Ding Jun was also a little confused by his modesty.

It stands to reason that they all sat together in the same club, except for the young couple Yu Yan and Ding Luo, but now that Han Mo left, he was next to Sun Tianjiao.

Sun Tianjiao raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"God, Han Mo, how can I say this... I never thought that you still have such deep affection for me after leaving Zero for two years. Back then, I really didn't love you in vain!"

Sun Tianjiao praised Han Mo, and with the wind under her feet, she happily sat in Han Mo's seat.

He glanced at Ding Jun beside him and smiled innocently.

Ding Jun: "...day."

Yan Yibing's Adam's apple rolled slightly, Xinghe's eyes drooped, and a faint smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

He knew why Han Mo wanted to switch places with Sun Tianjiao.

Being ambiguous with children is troublesome, and you have to worry about this matter.

The seafood cooks quickly, and when the lid is lifted, the unique taste of Korean chili sauce hits the face.

They are very familiar with each other, and they are not polite to each other, they just get up and grab them and eat.

Yan Yibing was not very hungry, so he only picked up two scallops.

He glanced at Han Mo, Han Mo lowered his head, pinched his phone and moved his fingers, then leaned on the table and waited.

Yan Yibing still wondered what Han Mo was waiting for, until Han Mo said, "You haven't downloaded WeChat yet?"

Only then did he realize that after the competition, he was still out of contact with the country.

So Han Mo was texting him just now?

Yan Yibing put down his chopsticks, took out his mobile phone and put it on the table, muttering in a low voice, "I forgot."

He connected to the restaurant's wireless, searched the mall, and installed WeChat and Weibo.

In addition to entering the password for WeChat reinstallation login, three friends are required to assist in security verification. He directly clicks into the address book and slides. Yu Yan is Y, Sun Tianjiao is S, and they are all in the back.

So he wants to choose people directly from the back to the front.

There are not many people starting with Y in his mobile phone, and X is immediately on the top.

He circled Yu Yan first, then raised his eyes and saw the note [little animal].

Yan Yibing: "..."

He swallowed, and was about to swipe away calmly. Just as his fingers touched the screen, Han Mo beside him said lightly, "Master thinks I didn't see it?"

Hold.

Yan Yibing was so embarrassed that he wanted to get into the pot and stand shoulder to shoulder with the squid.

He changed it once in front of Han Mo, and then secretly changed it back behind Han Mo's back. This kind of behavior is really naive.

Especially out of character.

Han Mo gave a low laugh, and said with great interest: "It seems that Master really likes this nickname, okay."

OK?

what good?

Yan Yibing suddenly felt a sense of crisis, because Han Mo could no longer be a beast!

He hastily clicked on the three people present, passed [Little Beast], then buttoned his phone, raised his neck softly, and shouted: "Yu Gou, Jiaojiao, Xiaolu, please help me verify that the WeChat account is me."

Yu Yan was peeling prawns for Ding Luo, and frowned when he heard this: "What WeChat do you read while eating?"

Yan Yibing: "Come on, don't think that I don't know that you have already posted on Moments."

Yu Yan wondered: "Han Mo is sitting next to you, why don't you ask him to verify for you?"

Yan Yibing pretended to be calm and took a sip of sake: "Any order."

Sun Tianjiao, Lu Jianghe, and Yu Yan all picked up their mobile phones to help Yan Yibing verify.

Yan Yibing quickly logged into WeChat, and countless red dots instantly filled the interface of his mobile phone.

The game has been broadcast live on the entire network these days, and many people have watched the game and sent him messages.

He is usually lazy and unwilling to clean up WeChat. His classmates from 800 years ago are all in the address book. Whenever there is such a large-scale event, they will send a message to congratulate.

Yan Yibing would come back when he saw it, and it didn't matter if he was done with work.

He found the account of [Little Beast] among the messy news.

It's really troublesome, Yan Yibing nodded, and casually set Han Mo as a pin.

He knew that Han Mo was watching, and hoped that this kind of secret preference would make Han Mo forget the nickname [Little Beast].

After clicking on it, Han Mo said——

"Eat less, the two of us will go out at night."

Yan Yibing glanced at Han Mo, then slowly withdrew his gaze, and tapped his fingers on the screen.

"Ah."

Han Mo's phone vibrated.

In fact, he didn't need to look, because at this distance, he could clearly see what Yan Yibing was hitting.

Soon, the barbecue stove also started to smoke.

The fat marinated meat slices were cut sharply and piled up on the edge, and new beef was placed on the stove in the middle.

Sun Tianjiao's mouth was full of greasy food, and she was overjoyed.

He belongs to the physique that can eat without gaining weight, and he may worry too much at ordinary times, and his brain is always running at high speed, consuming all the excess calories.

Yan Yibing also felt guilty because of the nickname of the little beast. He looked at Han Mo who was eating only two bean sprouts, and with a thought, he couldn't help but snatched a piece of fat cow from under Sun Tianjiao's chopsticks.

The fat cow jumped over his own plate and fell into Han Mo's plate.

Yan Yibing asked casually, "Is there anything to eat?"

Han Mo lowered his eyes, looked at the fat cow, and pursed his lips slightly: "I can't eat, please give me two extra yuan, Master." Liar!

Obviously just said to eat less.

Yan Yibing knew that he was not interested in drinking, so he deliberately picked up a chicken heart, waved his chopsticks in front of Han Mo, and stuffed it into his mouth.

When Han Mo was a child, he saw chicken killing with his own eyes, which left a little shadow, so he didn't eat animal offal.

But that was only when I was a kid.

He glanced at Yan Yibing's profile, and said calmly, "If Master feeds me, I can eat anything."

Although the voice was very low, everyone was at the same table after all, so it was inevitable that they would be noticed.

Ding Luo straightened his neck, his eyes sparkled: "What are the Ice God and the Cold God whispering?"

As soon as she spoke, several other people subconsciously looked in the direction of Han Mo and Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing suddenly felt ashamed of being called out by the teacher when he read cartoons in class when he was a child.

He cleared his throat, and when he was about to speak, Han Mo said calmly, "Let Ice God pinch some meat for me."

Chen Chi said honestly, "Han Mo is out of reach, right? Come here, get him a trap and let him go. Yan Yibing, please reach out and help me."

Yan Yibing had no choice but to slice Han Mo's meat in front of everyone, and then put it in front of Han Mo's face in full view.

"Here."

Han Mo quietly picked up a piece and put it in Yan Yi's ice bowl: "You eat too."

Yan Yibing froze slightly, and subconsciously glanced at Ding Luo.

Ding Luo raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, drew a gourd in the same way, picked up a shrimp, and gently put it in Yu Yan's bowl: "My husband, you can eat too."

Yu Yan trembled with emotion, Yan Yibing almost died in embarrassment.

During the banquet, Ding Jun and Sun Tianjiao raised a few glasses, and the two coaches raised a few glasses. They each basically drank a bottle of sake.

Yan Yibing's breathing was a little hot, so he couldn't help tugging at his collar and fanning his neck.

Han Mo is usually calm and doesn't show his face when he drinks alcohol. No matter how much he drinks, his expression is still clear and his skin is cold and pale.

He moved the empty wine bottle aside, pinching the chopsticks with his fingers and turning aimlessly.

There was a mess on the table, everyone had enough to eat and drink, and they all entered the period of sages, unwilling to speak or move.

The waiter came over and took a look, hesitated for a while, and left again when no one spoke.

until eleven o'clock at night.

The shop owner came over to Sun Tianjiao and said, "Hello, we close at twelve o'clock, do you need anything else?"

Sun Tianjiao drank a lot, squinted her eyes and looked at it: "No more, no more."

Boss: "Okay, then we'll clean up."

Sun Tianjiao took a deep breath, stood up, and pressed her dizzy head: "I said, let's go, everyone will close the stall, and I will give you time to play in Busan tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and bring some specialties back to relatives and friends. Then we'll go back, that's all."

Ding Jun gave him a hand: "Okay, okay, let's go together, don't leave anyone behind, if you lose it at night, there is nowhere to find it."

In fact, everyone was not drunk, but a little excited, and when someone asked to withdraw, they did not delay and packed their things one after another.

Sun Tianjiao pressed Yan Yibing's shoulder: "Ancestor, go back and have a good rest. Just tell me if Lu Jianghe is snoring. I'll open another room for you. Hanmo and I will go back first."

After all, he tilted his neck to touch Han Mo.

Han Mo directly grabbed his sleeve and threw him to Ding Jun: "Brother Ding, take Manager Sun back first, I have something to do with Bingshen."

Ding Jun frowned: "What's the matter with you two?"

Han Mo: "It's important."

Yan Yibing exhaled a few breaths of hot air, and muttered, "Actually, it's fine in a hotel."

Han Mo helped him hold the phone: "There are many people in the hotel."

Yan Yibing: "Alright then."

They still went to Haeundae.

As soon as he went out, he was blown by the cool night wind, and the smell of alcohol dissipated a lot.

Yan Yibing raised his eyes and found that many stars could be seen by the sea.

Bright, full of stars that are not covered by human lights.

Obviously they are all cities, but this place is very different from the devil.

He reached out his hand and grabbed it tentatively.

It looks so low, almost close to the horizon, but I can't catch a single one.

He raised his head and didn't look at the road. He was knocked by the edge of the floor tiles on the road and inevitably staggered.

Han Mo grabbed him: "Did you really drink too much?"

Yan Yibing smiled lightly, touched his warm face, and muttered: "How is it possible, this little wine."

The restaurant Sun Tianjiao chose was really close to the beach. They only needed to cross a street to walk to the beach.

Under the night, the sea water is vast and silent black, and there are dots of lights on the land. The orange-red light is like oil paint smearing on the beach, and the moment it touches the sea water, it is swallowed by darkness.

There is an obvious dividing line between these two colors, which is the white, delicate and cool sand near the sea.

Stepping on the beach, the waves rushed and rolled, bringing a salty wind. Yan Yibing's thin and cool short sleeves were blown up by the wind, and the fabric was tightly attached to his body.

He regained his sobriety.Han Mo urged in a low voice: "I got the MVP."

Yan Yibing smiled with almond-shaped eyes: "What's the rush?"

He squatted lazily on the beach, stretched out his hand to grab a handful of sand wetted by sea water, and watched the sand flow out from his fingers little by little by the gravity of the sea water.

Yan Yibing suppressed his smile, put his forearms on his knees, and looked up at the dark sea.

"On your birthday, I actually prepared a gift, a collar pin, which was ordered from the United States. It was quite fashionable and beautiful back then, but beauty is not important. The main thing is...I gave my opinion on the design, If Mr. Designer has not violated the contract, there should be only one in this world."

A unique collar pin, given to someone who is unique in his heart.

Han Mo froze slightly.

Sour memories flooded into his mind like a tide, and he knelt silently beside Yan Yibing, rubbing his nose on his neck.

"Feel sorry......"

Yan Yibing patted him on the head, and cursed with a smile: "Stupid, I've already apologized. I was embarrassed to give it to you directly, but Song Tang had a personal relationship with you, so I dumped it to Song Tang, but later After that incident, Song Tang was so angry that he didn't send it out. In fact, I don't know why I went to such lengths to prepare a coming-of-age gift for you after I broke up with you and blocked you. Probably because you are The most special e-sports player I have ever seen, very powerful, and very...careful."

Han Mo's eyelids trembled, his teeth bit his cheeks hard, and he tasted the blood in a moment.

He narrowed his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Can I still ask for the tie pin?"

Yan Yibing turned to look at him, they were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Yan Yibing moved his lips, and his eyelashes twitched: "At that time, I told you that there would be a reward for winning the MVP. In fact, I wanted to give you the tie pin again. Although it was a gift that was delayed for two years, I finally complied and waited for you." The promise of adulthood."

Han Mo's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes were drooping, and there was a faint glimmer of water on his eyelashes.

Everything went wrong.

If he had received Yan Yibing's birthday gift earlier in that exhibition match, he wouldn't have discovered what happened later, and he wouldn't have insisted on breaking the ice for two years.

Yan Yibing smiled lightly, his breath smelled of sake mixed with sea breeze.

"The tie pin is in my house. If you were more careful last time when you looked through the storage cabinet, you could find it under the love letter box. Although it is a reward, it cannot be given to you tonight, so—"

Yan Yibing sighed softly, but his tone was as brisk as usual, like the pleasant and pleasant sound of a clear spring flowing through a narrow stone crevice.

"Let's replace the gift with this."

After all, he picked up his phone and clicked into the WeChat interface.

The bright lights are particularly eye-catching on the quiet beach.

Yan Yibing's eyes were stimulated by the light, and tears flowed out of reason.

But he still persisted, clicked on Han Mo's business card, and deleted the word "little beast" in the remarks column.

He paused, and solemnly wrote down [boyfriend].

At the moment when Han Mo was slightly stunned, Yan Yibing tilted his head, and kissed Han Mo's lips naturally and tenderly.

Not as aggressive as Han Mo's kiss.

His kiss was very light, as gentle as his voice, his soft lips smelled of alcohol, and he breathed in slowly.

He panted lightly, sucking the bitten slit of Han Mo, carefully rubbing it twice, his slender and curly eyelashes brushed over Han Mo's eyes like a small brush.

Han Mo froze, and then asked in a low voice vaguely: "Does the Ice God know what this means?"

Yan Yibing paused, then chuckled, the kind of irresistible teasing squeezed out of his throat.

He slightly moved away from Han Mo's lips, and asked, "Do you know what the 'urineunyeoninipnida' I told the proprietress meant?"

Han Mo's breathing was short, his eyes darkened: "I haven't had time to check yet."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, raised his hand to hook Han Mo's neck, looked firmly into Han Mo's eyes, and slowly confided: "Little brother, it means you can fall in love with me."