dissatisfied [e-sports]

"Master..."

Han Mo murmured, tightly hooked Yan Yibing's waist, and bit Yan Yibing's lips even more passionately.

Yan Yibing was startled by him, subconsciously leaned back, tilted his center of gravity, and sat down on the ground with his palms staggering on the fine sand.

The wet beach at night was still a little cold, and he shivered from the ice.

Fortunately, the sand was not hard, as soon as the palm was pressed, it sank in and buried his wrist directly.

Han Mo's kiss was a little forceful, but also a little excited, instigated by alcohol.

Yan Yibing barely resisted, and wanted to raise his hand to pinch Han Mo's neck, but when he thought about the sand in his hand, he put it down again.

Han Mo's palm on his waist was hot, and it seemed to be the only source of heat that he could touch.

"...Don't stay here." Yan Yibing's voice was broken.

There were very few people at this time, but if anyone saw it, it would be embarrassing enough.

Although they are not public figures like celebrities, the East Asian competition is very popular, and the competition has just ended, and major TV stations are still broadcasting it. It is still very sensitive at this time.

Han Mo's eyes were wet, and he murmured, "I can't kiss too much."

Yan Yibing paused, couldn't help laughing, and whispered, "What kind of scumbag's quotations are these?"

Han Mo was confused.

Yan Yibing shook his head: "It's okay, Duanzi. Go back quickly, my pants are all wet."

After all, the sand is wet. He sat on the ground, soaked in sea water, and his pants were sticky, probably with a lot of sand.

If he went back to the house like this, he would definitely be questioned by Lu Jianghe.

Everyone must have thought that the two of them came out to buy cigarettes, or Korean specialty snacks, and maybe they were waiting for them to go back and share.

It's fucking outrageous for him and Han Mo to go to the beach to wet their pants at night.

Not reconciled, Han Mo moved closer and kissed Yan Yibing's lips a few times before letting go.

Yan Yibing felt that his lips were a little wooden.

He stood up from the beach, patted the soil on his hands, and shook his pants helplessly.

"I have to do laundry tonight."

"I'll wash it for you." Han Mo wanted to lower his hand again.

"Stop." Yan Yibing grabbed Han Mo's wrist, squinted his eyes, "Although you are easy to get excited at your age, teach me how to do it step by step."

"Okay, only if Master is willing." Han Mo blinked and nodded, showing that he understood what Yan Yi Bing meant.

Han Mo quickly took off his coat, and tied it around Yan Yibing's waist without any hint.

Yan Yibing's waist was very thin, so he tightened his sleeves a little, and quickly tied up his puffy short-sleeved top, no longer being shaken by the wind.

Like an old man, Yan Yibing waited for Hanmo to cover the wet part of his pants, feeling soft and helpless in his heart.

In a foreign country, it seems that all the pressure is far away, and there is no need to worry about anything. After drinking a little wine, you can express your feelings on the spur of the moment.

What about returning home?

What did his parents say?

What about the club?

After all, he is older than Han Mo, and he has to take care of some things, and Han Mo can't keep hiding them all the time, that's not enough for a man.

You have to take your time and plan carefully.

"Master really agrees?"

On the way back, Han Mo couldn't help asking another question.

Yan Yibing frowned and muttered, "Don't call me Master, it's awkward."

He has kissed him so many times, and Han Mo always calls him Master, which makes him feel ashamed that his teacher's morality is worrying.

Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple, and teased, "My wife."

Yan Yibing glanced at him: "Get lost."

Han Mo smiled lowly: "I like to be called Master. Master sounds exciting. I also felt the same way when I called you Captain before. Although I called you Captain, I still like you in my heart and want to get closer to you."

Yan Yibing looked at the star-studded night sky and sighed, "Little brother, you were only seventeen then."

Han Mo is not ashamed: "I was only fifteen when I watched the video of your competition for the first time. At that time, I couldn't enter the Internet cafe. I was not old enough for my ID card and they refused to let me live. I was outside, looking in through the glass of the Internet cafe. It was very cold at night, and the railings on the glass windows were even colder. The computer closest to me was broadcasting the invitational game you participated in at that time. The domestic broadcast happened to show you the camera. You are the captain, walking at the forefront of the team , When you saw the camera, you turned your face and smiled, and I was dumbfounded."

Yan Yibing stopped in his tracks and looked at him suspiciously, with a look of disbelief on his face: "I was only... twenty, 21 when you were fifteen? Didn't you, you bent at such a young age? Did you take a look at me outside the Internet cafe?"

Yan Yibing recalled when he was young and frivolous, and still felt that he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

He is arrogant, middle school sophomore, and pretentious.

He has hardly suffered any blows or setbacks, and he dared to say anything arrogant. Fortunately, the e-sports market was not as regulated as it is now, otherwise he would have been reported by black fans for being autistic.

Han Mo smiled: "At that time, I didn't have much awareness of liking. After all, I had to worry about a lot of things. It should be admiration. I always thought that those who played games were these decadent youths with unkempt hair and stooped backs in Internet cafes. This is the first time I saw you so, so good-looking. Your eyes are beautiful and energetic, and you are different from others. You look very confident. They call you Bingshen, and they say you are the hope of Chinese FPS games. Watch the live broadcast That buddy opened a bottle of beer in excitement."

Yan Yibing vaguely remembered that many people regarded him as an idol at that time.

Including Yu Yan, who now calls him his father, also decided to play PUBG professionally after watching his game.

But he had no idea at the time that there would be fans who wanted to sleep with him.

Han Mo continued: "I'm also very excited. I stood outside and watched you finish the whole game. In the end you won and bowed while holding the trophy. Watching your game in the Internet cafe, the boss gave everyone a bottle of Arctic Ocean to celebrate. I heard someone introduce you, saying that you were not favored when you were the captain at the beginning, and that Zero was going to go downhill, but you quickly proved that this is Belongs to your era."

"Okay... so disgusting." Yan Yibing couldn't hear these exaggerated praises for him.

He's just an ordinary guy with a bit of talent for playing games.

I can't afford the times, and I can't afford hope.

He doesn't even want to be a role model.

Han Mo's tone could not conceal his fascination: "At that time, my hands and feet were frozen, and my eyebrows were covered with thin frost, but I was very excited in my heart. I think I can play that game well, and I will definitely be able to go to around you.

Later I went to Zero, the first time I saw you, you were leaning on the gaming chair, wearing earphones in one ear, smiling nonchalantly, watching the coach give us a lecture, looking at more than 20 of our youth trainees .At that time, I just... wanted your eyes to fall on me only, and only smile at me. "

Yan Yibing licked his lower lip at what he said.

This disguised confession made him feel inexplicably refreshed.

He is indeed not very serious, and his teacher's morality is also worrying.

Yan Yibing decided to let the little wolf dog have a good time too, so he lowered his voice: "Then you did it."

Although he was energetic and loved to go to the youth training camp at the time, it was not his job to teach the youth training students, and he had no professional burden.

He was just looking for good seedlings, and if he thought there was a future, he would call a few more words, just like his captain did to him back then.

Han Mo is what he thinks is the best.

So every time he goes to the youth training camp, his motivation is to see if Han Mo has made progress and made any mistakes.

As for Lei Ming, he said he was biased.

He has to admit that he is indeed eccentric, and he is not a coach, not a staff member in charge of the youth academy, so of course he can be eccentric.

He is eccentric and righteous.

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, walked closer to Han Mo, and asked, "Are you still hungry?"

It's past twelve o'clock.

The regular restaurants are closed, and those small fried skewers shops are still selling them, but I don't know if they are clean or not.

In addition, there are only convenience stores such as 711 and Family Mart left.

The sandwiches and rice balls in Japan's 711 are not bad, but Yan Yibing has never eaten delicious ones in other countries.

Han Mo looked at the phone: "Aren't your pants wet? Go back first, the hotel should provide supper."

"Yeah." Yan Yibing thought so too, wet pants were really inconvenient.

Walking to the hotel lobby, both of them were exhausted.

After playing the game for a day, I ate in the restaurant all night excitedly. Finally, I broke up and went to the beach to do something big.

Just this big event is enough to reminisce for several days.

After entering the lobby, Han Mo went straight to the service desk.

Yan Yibing frowned and followed, "What's missing in your room?"

Han Mo directly took out his credit card: "Open another one for me."

Yan Yibing: "..."

The Korean local players and staff left after the game, and the hotel had a lot of vacant rooms, and there were indeed seats.

But the night after the relationship was confirmed, they slept in the same room.

This can't be tossed until tomorrow?

Well done step by step!

do not!

Yan Yibing thought he didn't have the physical strength to go on.

"you--"

Before he finished speaking, Han Mo said to the front desk: "Big bed room."

"Fuck." Yan Yibing cursed in a low voice, his face turned red, as if the drunkenness that had dissipated slowly rose again.

Han Mo pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "What is Master thinking? I was afraid that your pants would get wet and Lu Jianghe would pester you to ask, so I didn't want to do anything."

The room was opened quickly.

This room happened to be above their original room.

Han Mo pinched the card without even looking at the price, and took Yan Yibing to the elevator.

Yan Yibing leaned against the elevator and snorted, "I didn't expect to do anything, you got a big bed room?"

Han Mo said innocently: "Do you believe me when I say I just want to chat with you under the quilt?"

Yan Yibing snorted softly, "You better be."

The corridor was empty, even the corridor lights were dimmed, and there was no one there.

The self-service laundry room is on the top floor, and there are washing machines and dryers, but you have to operate it yourself. It takes at least an hour and a half for a set of procedures.

But you can also leave it in the laundry basket for the hotel staff to wash, it will be slow, at least it will be sent back at noon tomorrow.

Han Mo swiped his card and turned on the light.

The room has the same layout as downstairs, except that the two single beds have become a large bed.

Yan Yibing pursed his lips: "I have to go downstairs to get new pants."

Han Mo: "Wouldn't that be seen by Lu Jianghe? What if he didn't sleep? He will tell Yu Yan about it tomorrow."

Yan Yibing frowned: "Then what should I do, I have to wear pants."

Han Mo: "I'll help Master take it to the top floor to wash. Master will take a bath first."

Yan Yibing was silent for a few seconds, then smiled: "I'll just change in front of you?"

Han Mo raised his eyebrows: "Do you need me to avoid it?"

Yan Yibing took off Han Mo's coat and threw it on the back of the chair.

His short sleeves had been wrinkled and stuck to his waist, vaguely outlining the outline of his waistline.

Yan Yibing put one finger on the seam of his trousers, paused, and then pulled it out again.

Don't be frightened by him, little wolf dog.

What should I do if I feel frigid at this age?

Just a few words of reminder, you have to eat candy.

Yan Yibing raised his apricot core eyes, looked at Han Mo, lowered his voice, and said slowly, "My hands are dirty."

Han Mo is really smart.

He leaned over directly and pushed Yan Yibing against the wall next to the bathroom.

The wall wasn't cool, but it was still a bit icy as the wet pants stuck tightly to the skin.

Yan Yibing subconsciously puffed up his stomach, but soon, he didn't dare to act rashly.

Han Mo didn't leave him a single gap, hooked his fingers around the hem of his clothes, and flicked it up.

"What color is Master wearing?"

Yan Yibing's eyelashes trembled slightly, the back of his head was pressed against the wall, and his soft and slightly messy hair hung on his forehead.

"Guess what?"

Han Mo panted slightly when he was hooked by his breathy rhetorical question.

With a low voice, he rubbed carefully: "I guess it's white."

He slid his finger down and pulled it down, Yan Yibing felt a chill down his waist.

Yan Yibing swallowed: "Wrong, it's black that you like."