dissatisfied [e-sports]

November transfer period.

Sun Tianjiao still signed a newcomer, coincidentally, it was An Xinghuo from Team Aurora back then.

Yan Yibing's impression of him was still that he wanted to take five of his own heads in the sniper range.

After nearly a year of beating, An Xinghuo became much more mature. When he saw Yan Yibing, he blushed first, and then lowered his head deeply.

He followed Aurora to participate in exhibition games, city games, PCL and Yoyo Cup National Invitational Tournament.

After so many games, he finally realized how awesome the top master of the wealthy team is, and how stupid his pretentiousness was before.

Yan Yibing is not a person who cares about every detail. With a chuckle in his throat, he joked, "I'm still waiting to go to your live broadcast room to grab a 10 yuan red envelope."

An Xinghuo lowered his head even more. He blushed, scratched his hair, and whispered: "Ice God, I'm sorry before."

Yan Yibing patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Don't think too much, you're a teammate when you come."

An Xinghuo was so moved by his gentle tone, and when he got emotional, he started to set the flag.

"Ice God, I really watched a lot of your games before I entered the circle, so I really wanted to surpass you, but I used to feel that I was very good, and then I realized how far I was from you. This time I came to Zero, just to compete with you. You study hard and improve your skills. Ice God, don’t worry, I will work hard to crush Han God at the sniper level as soon as possible!"

Yan Yibing snapped his fingers: "Huh?"

An Xinghuo clenched his fists, full of ambition: "I will not let the fiasco in the exhibition match happen again, I must win the head of Hanshen in the official match."

He was probably hurt too deeply by Han Mo, and he still couldn't get out of the shadow of being unilaterally abused by Han Mo in the sniper field.

In addition, Zero and Prince are rivals. He just arrived, so if he wanted to show his determination, he would naturally have to take Prince.

After Yan Yibing's expression froze a bit, he still smiled kindly: "It's good that you are self-motivated."

Kind of embarrassing.

From a personal standpoint, he certainly hopes that Han Mo will get better and better, but from a captain's standpoint, he definitely likes that An Xinghuo can give Zero a grade.

Sun Tianjiao was very happy, and grinned: "Oh, young people should have ambitions. To be honest, when you challenged my ancestors, I remembered you. I thought you were different and could become a great weapon in the future. As expected, Now we also have the opportunity to cooperate, you just work hard at Zero, if you really don’t understand, you can also ask Ice God, he will be happy to tell you.” An Xinghuo raised his eyes and stared at Yan Yibing.

"I will ask the Ice God to give me more advice in the future."

Yan Yibing: "..."

An Xinghuo's imaginary enemy changed from him to Han Mo, and he didn't seem to be happy at all.

But now that he understood Han Mo's feelings for him, he seemed to know the reason why Han Mo chased An Xinghuo back then.

Yan Yibing wanted to laugh a little.

Such a naive little wolf dog.

Because An Xinghuo taunted him, he almost beat An Xinghuo to the point of autism.

Now that he thinks of these trivial expressions, the tip of his tongue is sweet.

After the simple meeting ceremony, Sun Tianjiao pulled Yan Yibing aside and whispered, "What do you think of An Xinghuo?"

Yan Yibing said earnestly: "He's not bad. He's young and has room for improvement. He was a little proud before, but he's much better now."

Sun Tianjiao still paid the most attention to Yan Yibing's emotions: "You are not unhappy about what happened before."

Yan Yibing laughed: "Am I such a stingy person?"

Sun Tianjiao felt relieved and nodded: "It's good that you don't feel unhappy. I screened around, and An Xinghuo is the most suitable, quick to learn, and good potential. You know, maybe after a period of training with us, you will have an epiphany."

Yan Yibing: "Xin Chen's talent is good, but he's in An Xinghuo's second stage of middle school. Let's play more steadily and have more mature tactics. Xin Chen is not a threat."

Sun Tianjiao sighed: "Hey, let's not talk about Xin Chen, anyway, they are not yet old, the key point is that they still have Han Mo, the most terrible Han Mo can still fight for at least a few years."

Yan Yibing nodded seriously: "Yes."

With Han Mo's current state, no surprises, there are still at least three years of peak time.

He should wait less than three years before retiring, no one can stay in the professional game for more than 25 years old.

I was a little scared before, but now I'm gradually calming down.

Sooner or later, he will choose a suitable time, leave the e-sports stage, and leave opportunities for the endless newcomers.

Today, it shouldn't be too late.

Sun Tianjiao seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly rushed up, hugged Yan Yibing, and said emotionally, "Ancestor, you can't abandon me, or I will hang myself in my mansion in the city center."

Yan Yibing hooked his lower lip helplessly, then quickly restrained his emotions, and pushed him away expressionlessly: "...Go to hell."

At first, he was angry that Sun Tianjiao cheated him and tricked him into this circle to play games.

Now they have become friends fighting side by side, and he has stayed in Zero for eight years.

These years have passed very quickly. He has grown a lot in tactics, but in life, he seems to have been doing whatever he wants without making any progress.

His family and friends around him have always protected him very well.

Yan Yibing wandered over to Han Mo's house at night and brought him braised fish cooked by the nanny.

Han Mo didn't have a chance to leave until nine o'clock in the club's training camp, and he didn't even eat a meal.

Under normal circumstances, he would basically stay at the club.

But because of Yan Yibing, he started a clock-in life of commuting to and from get off work.

Han Mo stuffed the braised fish into the microwave to heat it up, then simply cooked a bowl of noodles and served them on the coffee table.

He sat directly on the carpet, threw his coat on the sofa, took a bite of fish, and fed it to Yan Yibing first.

Yan Yibing shook his head: "I brought it specially for you, I'm full."

Recently, he has been trying to subtly tell his mother that his relationship with Han Mo is not so good.

In just one month, he delivered food seven or eight times.

Every time the nanny cooks delicious dishes, he will tell his mother in front of his face: "Auntie, cook more next time, and I'll bring it to Han Mo to taste."

If his mother would be pleased at the beginning that his relationship with Han Mo had improved, she would always have doubts over time.

He hoped that his mother would doubt for a while longer, so that the impact of facing reality in the future would be less.

Han Mo was also polite, lowered his head, and started to eat.

The braised fish is very fragrant, the soup is poured on the fish, thick and delicate, the chopped green onion and mint are decorated with the fish, and the only little fishy smell is removed.

Chopsticks peeled off the fish skin, and the fish inside was white and tender, with almost no thorns.

He swallowed it with the noodles and gave a thumbs up.

"Prince has been working hard recently."

Yan Yibing said lightly.

Han Mo paused with his chopsticks, looked over, and smiled lowly: "Well, haven't we always been famous for our hard work?"

He also didn't deny that Prince has been practicing more recently.

Yan Yibing nodded thoughtfully: "Looks like I have to put some pressure on Song Tang and the others. Have time to make an appointment for a practice match? Bring everyone from the second team along."

Han Mo stared at Yan Yibing for a few seconds, narrowed his eyes meaningfully, and curled his lips: "Master wants to see the training level of our new team two?"

Yan Yibing was slightly embarrassed by his puncture, so he preemptively said: "Why, you still want to hide?"

Han Mo put down his chopsticks, and stretched out his hand to hook Yan Yi Bing's waist: "No, I just want to see how the new recruits from Zero are doing, and whether they can pose a threat to Prince."

Yan Yibing pressed Han Mo's wrist to prevent his fingers from groping, and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "Ding Jun's news is quite fast, we haven't made an official announcement yet."

Han Mo: "The circle is so big, how can you not know which team has left?"

Yan Yibing clicked his tongue: "Kid An Xinghuo said when he came here that he will crush you and take your head in the competition. It's a shame."

Han Mo didn't care, rubbed Yan Yibing's waist with his fingertips, and said softly, "Let him try."

Yan Yibing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to hook Han Mo's chin: "What kind of attitude is Han God, looking down on Zero's rookie?"

Han Mo's fingers got into Yan Yibing's clothes, and he said sourly, "Then why did you call him a kid?"

Yan Yibing was taken aback: "He's younger than me, what should I call a kid?"

Han Mo: "Change the name of ordinary colleagues, whatever."

Yan Yibing dodged Han Mo's hand, and snorted softly, "Tsk, God Han has such a small stomach, I haven't despised your future star Xin Chen yet."

Han Mo said innocently: "You named the Star of Tomorrow, but I never did."

Yan Yibing hid a little far away from him, sat on the edge of the sofa, and said angrily, "Hurry up and eat, don't make trouble for nothing."

Han Mo said seriously: "But next year's World Invitational, Xin Chen is old enough to compete and will be a substitute for the first team."

Yan Yibing was in a daze for a moment: "Oh, it's actually a substitute."

Han Mo: "Well, Mobei has also renewed his contract. After all, Brother Ding can't bear it. It's just a substitute, but Xin Chen will definitely play."

Yan Yibing pressed the joints with his thumb, and said lightly, "I'm not afraid of him."

After being silent for a while, Yan Yibing smiled again, with a meaningful smile: "The World Invitational is the opponent."

Han Mo raised his eyes, his eyes glistening with excitement: "Yes, we will change our tactics again."

Yan Yibing knew that Han Mo would be excited.

Whether they are teammates or opponents, as long as they can compete in the same arena, it is the best aphrodisiac for them.

Because they are evenly matched.

Infected by Han Mo, Yan Yibing also felt his blood boil, small bumps appeared on his arms, and his adrenaline soared.

I am afraid that other couples will never feel this subtle stimulation and excitement.

Just looking at each other, they can understand each other's thoughts.

Want to defeat each other, but also want to possess each other.

While chatting, Yan Yibing felt his back pressed against the phone, and the phone was vibrating.

He took it over and saw that it was Han Mo's cell phone, and the alarm that Han Mo set had rang.

"Your alarm."

Han Mo nodded: "Master, press it for me."

"Oh." Yan Yibing agreed, and with a swipe of his finger, he turned off the alarm, and the phone screen was still on.

Han Mo's startup background is the starry sky map that comes with the phone.

Everything he does is simple, and the mobile phone is the same, and he doesn't set up too fancy things.

Yan Yibing held it and looked at it for a while, then touched it lightly with his fingertips, and the phone popped up an interface for entering the password.

He came back quickly, a little embarrassed.

He subconsciously wanted to see what was in Han Mo's phone.

But before he could put it down, Han Mo suddenly said, "0712."

Yan Yibing raised his apricot core eyes: "Huh?"

Han Mo repeated: "Master, do you remember what day 0712 is?"

Yan Yibing didn't expect that he turned off the alarm and turned off the exam questions.

He frowned and racked his brains thinking: "What festival? Xiaoshu?"

Han Mo stared at him intently for a few seconds, lowered his head, took a big mouthful of noodles, and said calmly, "My first day at Zero Youth Training, the first day I met you."

Yan Yibing was startled, his heart softened into a puddle of water.

"you......"

That first day was just an ordinary day in his life. He happened to have time and leisure to go to the youth training camp.

Then they happened to meet Han Mo and the others.

But he didn't notice Han Mo at first, and he didn't want to delay the coach's lecture.

He just pulled up a chair, sat lazily by the side, and looked at these newcomers with a smile.

He knew that there were many eyes looking at him in unison, among them was Han Mo's.

Unexpectedly, in Han Mo's heart, this day was so special and so memorable.

Yan Yibing typed 0712 on the keyboard.

Sure enough, it successfully entered Han Mo's phone.

In these years, he never thought of looking at Han Mo's phone and trying his password.

Perhaps if he asked out of curiosity earlier, he could know Han Mo's feelings for him earlier.

Han Mo continued: "All four-digit passwords are 0712, and six-digit passwords are 071212. If there are letters, it is icemomo. Numbers and letters are the combination of these two. My QQ WeChat mailbox, credit card, and Alipay passwords are all these .”

Yan Yibing's tongue brushed his lower lip, and said meaningfully: "You told me all this?"

It's not that he doesn't understand that opening up the phone represents some kind of permission.

That candidness is definitely open to your permission.

"En." After calmly answering, Han Mo followed up, "Doesn't Master want to check my phone?"

That flirty tone was like a hook, constantly provoking Yan Yibing's curiosity.

"Childish, why should I check your phone." Yan Yibing muttered, but didn't put down Han Mo's phone.

Not even a check.

The mobile phone can see many things, and it can also better understand a person's private appearance.

But this involves privacy, and Yan Yibing will not easily violate this bottom line.

Han Mo drank a few mouthfuls of mineral water, rinsed his mouth, wiped the corners of his lips, and said softly: "Master, you can check, check what friends I added, what I chatted with, what I posted on Moments, and whether I made excuses." something you're not happy about."

Yan Yibing swallowed subconsciously: "You can even read your WeChat?"

Han Mo nodded: "Anytime."

Having said all this, Yan Yibing felt that he would be sorry for Han Mo's seduction if he didn't even look at him.

He retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes, entered the password again to open Han Mo's fingers, paused for two seconds, and clicked on Han Mo's WeChat.

As a top professional player, Han Mo still has quite a few WeChat friends.

But most of them are partners, members of the club, and various staff, such as the aunt in the canteen, the IT department who repairs the computer, and the lady in charge of logistics.

There is a long list of new friends, the fingers are almost slippery, they are all people who Han Mo failed to pass, all kinds of charming and enchanting beauties.

Anyway, no less than him.

Yan Yibing suppressed his voice, and sighed: "There are so many people who want to be invited, Captain Han really likes little girls."

Han Mo: "I haven't even seen it."

Yan Yibing nodded, his voice was like a feather flitting across the lake: "Oh."

Yan Yibing: "You can also watch Moments?"

Han Mo: "Our circle of friends should overlap."

Yan Yi Bing thought, who wants to see those people's circle of friends.

What he wanted to see was that Han Mo, this Mensao, had learned to group, and who else had sent it to him alone.

He randomly found a dialog box, clicked on Han Mo's profile picture, and then entered Han Mo's circle of friends.

From any outsider's perspective, Han Mo only has a circle of business friends, and it can be seen for half a year, so it easily becomes a blank.

But through Han Mo's account, it can be found that he still recorded a lot of content.

September seventeenth.

"I like cherries, light red, sweet, but it hurts, so be lighter next time."

Yan Yibing's ear bones were immediately coated with color, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

September tenth.

"Win! Best day, better reward than champion, Master."

The redness in Yan Yibing's ears receded slightly, and his eyes became a little warmer.

August fifteen.

"Master really likes ice cream. It's my first time going to Disneyland. Although I'm not a kid anymore, it's still very good."

Yan Yi Bing said in his heart, whoever said that he is not a child anymore, it is not childish to hide from his parents under Toy Story.

June twenty.

"He was sick with mumps. For the first time, I was lucky to have this when I was a child and to be able to take care of him."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows, it turns out that Han Mo has survived, no wonder he has not been infected by him, thanks to the fact that he has been in fear for so many days.

June eighteen.

"I couldn't help kissing him. Forget it, stop pretending."

Yan Yibing wanted to laugh.

Han Mo's mental journey was simple enough, he figured it out so quickly, and immediately turned from a small iceberg into a small beast.

June [-]nd.

"He was drunk and said a lot, so he probably won't remember, but it doesn't matter, I will remember."

Yan Yibing thought about it. At that time, it should be the first day of their cruise.He was indeed drunk, but what did he say?

April twenty.

"I don't like him going on a blind date, get angry."

Yan Yibing pursed his lips.

Alas, the shadow is not small.

......

April [-]rd.

"Come out from the blacklist, heh, it's like a dream."

Yan Yibing sighed slightly, and sure enough, the circle of friends before was a lot stiffer.

March 24.

"His appearance is so good, I was almost dumbfounded. What newcomer from Aurora deserves to challenge him?"

Yan Yibing shook his head.

Han Mo was really awkward before, he didn't even lift his eyes when he was so cold.

February seventeenth.

"I went to see him once for a reason, and his hands... As expected, he still doesn't know how to take care of himself."

Yan Yibing was in a daze.

Han Mo is really careful.

He made a few more quick strokes.

The record has come earlier.

September.

"If the game is lost, it's not bad for him to win."

July.

"I miss him so much, but I've been blocked, so there's no reason to see him, heh. I'm thinking and angry."

February.

"Ice God...why don't you pursue it?"

February.

"Birthday, um, eighteen, but there is no him."

......

Records from the previous year.

June.

"Mom, goodbye."

Yan Yibing's heart ached violently.

March.

"I'm sorry, Master."

February.

"I'm sorry, Master."

January.

"I'm sorry, Master."

......

July [-]th the year before last.

"You are so pretty, I like you, Ice God."