dissatisfied [e-sports]

At the end of December, the temperature in Shanghai dropped to freezing point.

Affected by the La Nina phenomenon, this winter has been extremely cold, and the snowflakes fell on the ground, but they did not melt immediately.

There was simply no major competition at the end of the year, so Sun Tianjiao simply gave everyone an early vacation and asked them to rest until the seventh day of the lunar new year.

The Chinese New Year is also early this year, in late January, so this holiday is still reasonable.

However, although there are no competition tasks, there is still no shortage of commercial tasks. Yan Yibing's live broadcast has been dragged to the last day of this month.

He is not as hardworking as Han Mo, who always completes the plan at the first time. He lives a more casual life, procrastinating as much as he can, and doing it when he thinks about it.

Fortunately, God has the virtue of being good at life, so that people like him can afford to eat.

The day before New Year's Eve, Yan Yibing was sitting on the sofa peeling an orange. While stuffing an orange slice into his mouth, he wrote lightly, "Mom, Hanmo will come to our house for dinner tomorrow, too?"

Yan's mother's eyes moved from the bloody and touching idol drama, and a shallow crease appeared between her eyebrows.

"Yes, yes, but you have to ask your cousin."

Every year on New Year's Eve, his family eats with his cousin's family. On his father's favorite large European-style table, they order more than a dozen famous dishes from various restaurants, and celebrate in a bourgeois and stylish way.

It has been more than ten years, and no outsiders have ever been added.

At least to his family, Han Mo was indeed an outsider.

But Yan Yibing couldn't bear to feel cold when Mo was alone in the club or at home.

Sometimes Han Mo is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

For festivals that require reunion, such as Mid-Autumn Festival and New Year's Eve, he never mentioned any way to celebrate, nor did he mention what to do with Yan Yibing.

Because he knew that Yan Yibing had a happy family, and on this kind of festival, he needed to spend it with his family.

He didn't want to make things difficult for Yan Yibing.

Yesterday, Yan Yibing accidentally looked at Han Mo's phone and found that he was making a practice match appointment with European and American teams.

Although the next global competition is imminent, foreigners have a different attitude towards work from them. No one can refuse the grand carnival of New Year's Eve celebrations, so they all politely rejected Han Mo's invitation, and asked Han Mo in surprise, why? Don't go to New Year's Eve.

Yan Yibing called his cousin.

His cousin is five years older than him, and she has played with him better since she was a child, and she can be regarded as a friend who can talk about everything.

When Yan Yibing dropped out of school to play e-sports, his cousin was the first to support him. Later, when his cousin was going to marry a foreigner who was his teacher, Yan Yibing was the first to send blessings.

After so many years, my cousin's foreign husband has also been accepted by the family, and his little nephew is over three years old.

There was no bloody plot when I fell in love with my former teacher. The cousin’s family lived happily, and the other party also doted on the cousin. The nephew with the little golden retriever, with his authentic Wu Nong soft language, was loved by the whole family .

"Sister, what time will you come to my house tomorrow?" Yan Yibing didn't say what it was.

His little nephew's excited screams came from the phone, the voice was loud and full of energy.

While dealing with her son, the cousin said: "Five or six o'clock, wait for your brother-in-law to get off work."

Yan Yibing paused, and said softly: "There may be more people coming to our house tomorrow, my friend, is it okay?"

"Huh?" My cousin froze for a moment.

Yan Yibing had many friends, but this was the first one he said he would take home for the New Year's Eve.

The cousin was a little sensitive, and with a thought, she asked with a smile, "Girlfriend?"

Yan Yibing clenched his fists, struggled in his heart for a while, and let out a breath: "It's not a girlfriend, a boyfriend."

On the other side of the phone, the cousin was silent for a few seconds, carefully probing: "Your words are a bit ambiguous, good friends are good friends."

Yan Yibing took a deep breath: "I haven't told my parents yet, but I think you should be able to accept it."

The cousin was silent again.

She could understand what Yan Yibing said.

After a long while, she said slowly: "I have nothing I can't accept, but I'm not sure if your parents can accept it. I'm quite surprised when you make such a move."

Yan Yibing chuckled: "I'm also quite surprised, but that's how it is, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

"Yeah." The cousin nodded in agreement, "I'm not qualified to say you, I'm your age, and I'm trying my best to find a way to fall in love with my former teacher."

Yan Yibing: "Yeah, we both seem to be deviant, no wonder we can play together."

Cousin: "Don't say that, I'm not as good as you."

Yan Yibing: "You don't have to be polite about this kind of thing."

Cousin: "Let me ask a little too much, which of you two will get on and who will get off?"

Yan Yibing: "Does this still need to be asked?"

Cousin: "No need?"

Yan Yibing: "Let's put it this way, I am six years older than him, and he used to be a youth trainee under me."

Cousin: "...are you human?"

Yan Yibing: "You might not believe me if you tell me, he's more of a beast."

Cousin: "Bring it here, let me see what kind of flowery little fairy it is."

Yan Yibing: "Okay!"

Yan Yibing returned to the living room, and happily said to his mother, "My cousin agrees, I'll go talk to Han Mo."

Yan's mother was surprised: "You haven't told Han Mo about this yet?"

Yan Yibing: "Of course, we can only tell him when we're sure, otherwise it will make him happy? He has no one to accompany him, and he is ready to practice games."

Yan's mother felt sour, and sighed: "Be more tactful, don't make Momo think that we pity him."

Yan Yibing nodded perfunctorily: "Understood."

He put on a short down jacket, buttoned his hat, didn't even fasten the zipper, opened the door and ran out.

The howling cold wind blew on his face, the pores tightened instantly, and the heat from his body was taken away in an instant.

Yan Yibing shrank his neck, half-closed his eyes, and ran towards Han Mo's house.

The lawn is full of snow, and the cobblestone paths are also mottled and scattered. The stones are particularly slippery, so many people prefer to walk on the snow next to the stones.

Yan Yibing trotted to Han Mo's house and chopped the snow off his shoes.

He pressed his thumb on the doorknob, and a moment later the door creaked open.

Han Mo asked him to put his fingerprints in it, and he could come here anytime.

Yan Yibing went in and found that the inside of the house was as cold as the outside.

Han Mo was wearing a down jacket to vacuum the carpet.

Seeing Yan Yibing come in, he was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and took the remote control of the air conditioner, and turned it on to the maximum hot air.

Yan Yibing closed the door and said angrily, "Why don't you even turn on the air conditioner, are you going to freeze to death?"

Han Mo turned off the vacuum cleaner, walked towards Yan Yibing, and squeezed his hand: "The air conditioner is too dry, and I didn't feel particularly cold. Why is Master here?"

Yan Yibing deliberately asked: "I saw you had a practice match appointment with the European and American teams two days ago, have you made the appointment yet?"

Han Mo shook his head: "No, no one likes to play at the end of the year, and Prince's team members also want to go home, so I let them go."

Yan Yibing had a kind of pride hidden in his achievements and fame. He patted Han Mo's face with his fingers, and wrote lightly: "Come to my house for New Year's Eve. My cousin wants to see you."

Han Mo was startled, and didn't speak for a while.

Yan Yibing frowned: "What's your expression? There are arrangements for New Year's Eve, and you don't want to spend it with me?"

Han Mo shook his head: "Your cousin..."

Yan Yibing said indifferently: "She is quite open, and she also has a teacher-student relationship. I told her about us, and she said that she wanted to see what kind of beautiful little fairy you are."

Han Mo asked again: "Aren't you going to show your secrets in front of uncles and aunts?"

Yan Yibing: "Probably not. My cousin has a sense of propriety. By the way, my nephew will also come tomorrow. Let's buy him a gift and take it there."

Han Mo's eyelids trembled, and he reached out to wrap his arms around Yan Yi Bing's waist, his chin was once in Yan Yi Bing's neck, and smiled lowly: "Okay, is Master afraid that I will be sad on New Year's Eve?"

Yan Yibing's mind was punctured, his face was a little red, and he was a little out of breath: "Who's afraid of your sadness, anyway, you're fine, so you don't have to start fire."

Han Mo wiped Yan Yi Bing's warm neck with his lips, felt the beating of the pulse under the superficial cortex, and murmured: "Well, I really like Master."

Yan Yibing carefully avoided his neck and held Han Mo's chin: "If you leave any traces on me, you will definitely not be able to hide it."

Han Mo exhaled lightly: "I bought a turtleneck sweater for Master."

Yan Yibing: "Zha, I don't like wearing clothes."

Han Mo: "Winter is really bad, there are so many clothes to wear."

Thick down jackets, sweaters, and autumn clothes are all an eyesore, making the welfare of eating cherries anytime, anywhere a fantasy.

Yan Yibing narrowed his eyes: "Go ahead and clean up, I'm going back."

Han Mo: "By the way, Master, don't forget that tomorrow is the last day of December, and you are still three hours away from the live broadcast."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Han Mo: "I know you don't remember, I'm afraid you will be fined, so I will help you remember."

Yan Yibing asked sincerely, "Then can you broadcast it for me?"

Han Mo smiled: "That means the two of us were fined together."

On New Year's Eve, the sky unexpectedly began to fall with fine snow, and the snow foam showed gentle and calm broken shadows under the lemon-yellow light.

The street lamps cast round spots of light on the ground, smooth, flat, and quiet. I don't know whether the lights are brighter or the snow is brighter.

This kind of weather has a taste of the New Year, but the delivery fee of the dishes has also increased by one notch.

Han Mo came to Yan Yibing's house early to help tidy up, which made Yan's mother very embarrassed.

To them, Han Mo is the guest.

Under the threat of Yan's mother's eyes from time to time, Yan Yibing had no choice but to take over the work from Han Mo.

The cousin's family arrived on time at five o'clock.

Probably because of the cold weather this year and few people going out for New Year's Eve, the parking spaces in the community are full.

It took them a lot of time to find a parking space.

The foreign brother-in-law is tall and well-mannered, seven years older than his cousin, and he is carrying a lot of presents for Yan's father and mother.

My cousin is still as beautiful as ever, but her hair is a little messed up by the wind.

She held her little nephew in her arms, and the little golden-haired nephew was wrapped into a round ball, with big eyes open, looking into the room.

Yan Yibing came over with the huge remote control racing car he bought with Han Mo, and raised his chin at his little nephew.

"Little Pig, we bought you a racing car."

The golden-haired little pig frowned and said angrily, "Uncle is the little pig!"

He struggled in his mother's arms, and wanted to fight Yan Yibing to the death.

The cousin raised her eyebrows meaningfully when she heard the "we".

She put her son down, looked in Han Mo's direction, and took a closer look.

Han Mo lowered his eyes slightly, tried to soften his facial expression, and said in a low voice, "Hello, cousin."

Yan Yibing introduced: "This is Han Mo, the captain of the Prince team."

The cousin nodded thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay."

The brother-in-law also added: "I've heard of Prince as well, he seems to be as famous as the ICE team."

The cousin answered inadvertently, but her eyes were still fixed on Han Mo and she couldn't take her away.

She once thought about what Yan Yibing's girlfriend would be like. She must be very tolerant, big-hearted, gentle, and optimistic. Otherwise, after getting married, Yan Yibing, an idiot in life, would make his girlfriend angry sooner or later. die.

She never thought that Yan Yibing would be a man.

It looks really cool and handsome, which is a style that especially attracts little girls.

But she doesn't look like a goblin at all. In such a comparison, her younger brother looks more gentle.

The golden retriever piglet had already jumped on Yan Yibing and made a fuss.

With force, Yan Yibing skillfully hugged the golden-haired piglet, rubbed his fluffy and soft hair, and then saw his wrinkled face, fanned his thick and curly long eyelashes, and muttered a milky voice to complain .

Yan Yibing hid his little hands, tilted his head, his almond-shaped eyes were bent, and under the light, his neck looked very slender and fair.

The golden retriever pig couldn't beat him, so he began to whine and act coquettishly: "Uncle!"

He pouted, and naturally threw himself on Yan Yibing's shoulder, twisted his buttocks, and complained that Yan Yibing always bullied him.

The cousin sighed.

Yan Yibing couldn't beat her in fights when she was a child, so now she takes pleasure in bullying her son.

Just like that, he was able to overwhelm the little brother next to him.

Awesome!

After sitting at a dinner table, the golden retriever piglet was taken away by Yan's mother to play remote control racing cars.

The cousin secretly sent Yan Yibing a wechat message: "He's so handsome!"

Yan Yibing: "It's not bad, it's worse than me."

Cousin: "But compared to the two of you, you are more like a flowery little fairy."

Yan Yibing: "??? Are you saying that without conscience?"

Cousin: "??? You don't have any self-knowledge?"

Yan Yibing: "I see, you are avenging your son."

Cousin: "Oh, but he's so much younger than you, you have to be responsible. It's not a trivial matter. Since you told me, it means you approve of him."

Yan Yibing: "Well, I quite like him."

Cousin: "You two are together, who will take care of the other, you are so useless."

Yan Yibing: "You all know that I'm such a waste, of course he takes care of me more."

Cousin: "I'm only 19 years old!"

Yan Yibing: "If you had known him a few years earlier, you would have sighed, 'He is only 16 and a half years old'."

cousin:"......"

The cousin put down the phone, leaned on her chin, and looked at Han Mo with a gentle smile.

Han Mo: "?"

The cousin picked up a grilled oyster with serving chopsticks and put it in Han Mo's bowl: "Momo, don't be restrained, just treat this as your own home."

Han Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at the oysters: "Okay, thank you cousin."

The cousin said softly: "Is it tiring at work too?"

Han Mo: "Fortunately, it's about the same as Master."

The cousin came over with a smile, and said kindly: "Oh, it's amazing. You have achieved the current results at such a young age, and you are so handsome. No wonder you are liked by others. You are alone in the magic city. You are welcome to do anything in the future. Follow me My sister said, it's not an outsider."

Han Mo's lips were stretched into a straight line, somewhat restrained, after a while, he whispered, "Okay, thank you cousin."

Yan Yibing bumped his cousin's leg under the table, then covered his mouth with his hands, and lowered his voice: "What are you doing?"

The cousin also covered her mouth, frowned, and said angrily: "Your parents don't know, so I don't have to fulfill my in-law's obligations?"

Yan Yibing: "..."

Yan's mother looked around and felt that the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

For some reason, cousin Yan Yibing paid special attention to Han Mo, as if it was not the first time they met.

Yan Yibing coughed lightly, and stood up: "I haven't finished my work yet, otherwise I will have to deduct money. Han Mo will follow me to the live broadcast."

Han Mo immediately put down his chopsticks: "Okay."

The cousin scolded: "You have to go to work by yourself, and Momo is not full yet, you really are."

Yan Yibing supported his cousin's shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry about it, I will feed him well."

The cousin exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, what kind of words!" She shouted at the golden retriever piglet, "Son, put your ears on it, children can't hear it!"

Yan Yibing was a little desperate: "...I didn't mean that."

Yan's mother was still out of the situation and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"

Han Mo wiped his lips, and explained calmly: "I still have cream at home, and Master said that he will make cream cherries for me for dessert at night."

Yan Yibing thought of certain scenes, blushed suddenly, gritted his teeth and retorted: "I didn't!"

Han Mo put his arms around Yan Yibing's shoulders, and said solemnly: "I can help Master with it, but work is more important now."

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