dissatisfied [e-sports]

Yan Yibing pulled Han Mo out of sight of his cousin, entered the room, and closed the door, blocking out all the sounds from downstairs.

Yan Yibing: "I'll broadcast live first, why don't you play with your phone for a while?"

Han Mo: "Yes."

Yan Yibing pulled over the chair, turned on the computer, and successfully logged into the live broadcast platform.

Han Mo was sitting next to him, in the dead corner of the camera, very well-measured.

Before turning on the camera, Yan Yibing glanced at Han Mo, who was quietly looking down at his phone, and his thoughts moved.

The public felt that he and Han Mo had a bad relationship, and the fans of the two of them always quarreled, and every time an offline match was played, some fans would make trouble with each other after the match.

Perhaps, this is a good opportunity to break the ice.

It's normal for professional players to have personal relationships.

The superficial relationship is not good, but in fact it is very iron and too normal.

He didn't want Han Mo to be scolded by his fans all the time, so he planned to take this opportunity to start a business of 'friendship'.

Yan Yibing: "You don't have to stay so far away, it's okay to be seen by fans, how normal is it for professional players to meet offline, just to keep them from fighting all the time."

Han Mo paused, then asked with a smile, "Is it normal for professional players to meet at home on New Year's Eve?"

Yan Yibing was silent for a few seconds: "Anyway, they won't think wrong."

Han Mo: "Don't force it, I don't care about these things."

After a while, Yan's mother came up and brought a bowl of fruit: "Eat and play while you're at it, don't get too tired, you are too, work is pushed to the last day, and your nephew still wants to play with you more."

Yan Yibing took the fruit: "The little pig has a remote control racing car and no one cares about it, and he's still playing with me."

Yan's mother scolded: "Then you let Momo watch you play computer?"

Han Mo smiled: "It's okay, I like to watch it."

Yan's mother knew that Han Mo had always been facing Yan Yibing, so she shook her head, turned and left.

Yan Yibing straightened his hair and turned on the camera.

Many fans also knew that he hadn't finished his mission this month, so he had been waiting in his room. When Yan Yibing went online, he found that there were already quite a few people.

【Ahhhhhhhhh Ice God Happy New Year! 】

[Tsk tsk, it turns out that Bingshen is single like us, and will broadcast live on New Year's Eve hahahahahaha! 】

[Hey, have you just finished eating, what did you eat?I'm still ordering takeaway, and the restaurants outside can't be ranked at all. 】

[Hiss, the Ice God really looks good! lsp studio sincerely do not deceive me! 】

[Play trumpet, Ice God!I want to see you fry fish! 】

......

Fans don't talk about Yan Yibing and don't plan to play tuba.

It is too difficult for the big player to score points, and the spirit is too tense, so he is more casual when playing the small player.

Han Mo leaned against the back of the chair, lifted his eyes from the phone, and glanced at the screen.

His angle is a bit off, he can only see the login interface of the game, and it is difficult to see the bullet-screen messages.

Yan Yibing cleared his throat, and said gently: "Play a small account, an account that no one knows about, so you don't go to the forum to promote it."

There are many free accounts in the Zero Club, which are used for players to practice their hands. He randomly picked a mediocre level from the spare account, and explained to the fans: "These trumpets are shared by the team, and it may not be necessary to meet them in the future. I am using it, and it is possible for the youth trainees of the club."

After explaining, he glanced at the barrage, and skillfully began to thank the gift list.

"Thank you for sending me the Starry River from Changhe-1."

"Thanks to the little bee for sending me the sky full of stars."

"Thanks to my... my wife for sending me the sky full of stars."

Yan Yibing choked on this fan's flamboyant screen name, and subconsciously looked in Han Mo's direction.

Han Mo was playing with his mobile phone quietly, but when he heard this, he squinted his eyes, and his eyes became darker.

The barrage was still laughing heartlessly.

[Hahahahahaha awesome! 】

[Hahahahahahahahahahahaha It's so funny I learned it! 】

【day!My previous gifts were all for nothing, why didn't I catch up with such a loving oral broadcast! 】

【Master, I have realized it!I quickly changed my name! 】

[Grass, I envy that sister, Yan Yi Bing calls you your wife, you can go out and brag! 】

Yan Yibing blushed slightly, but just smiled helplessly, and murmured: "Stop messing around, open it."

He chose the national uniform and randomly ranked four.

While waiting for the match, he took a casual glance out of the corner of his eye and saw Han Mo who was registering for Maoclaw TV with his mobile phone.

Han Mo registered an account on Yan Yibing's live broadcast platform, and recharged [-] in it.

Soon, Yan Yibing's pop-up assistant reminded him of the gift and swiped the screen.

【Ding!Fan 'husband' gave you a sky full of stars, come and thank him! 】

Yan Yibing glanced at the ID, then looked at the account number displayed on Han Mo's phone, turned his gaze away, and chose to ignore it.

Seeing that he didn't respond for a while, Han Mo stretched out his hand and pressed Yan Yi Bing's waist.

Yan Yibing had a lot of itchy flesh on his body, he shrank immediately when Han Mo poked him.

Han Mo raised his eyes, unable to speak, but looked at him expectantly.

A gift of 1 yuan cannot be given away in vain.

Yan Yibing was helpless, his eyes slanted slightly, and he groaned at the bullet screen: "Thank you 'husband' for sending me the sky and stars. If you have more money, you can call me directly, and the platform will also get a share."

Han Mo curled his lips into a satisfied smile.

Barrage--

【Fuck, there's something even more coquettish! 】

【Husband? !Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Do you have a bottom line!Are all rich people this crazy? 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh if I can vote [-], I'll vote too! 】

Soon, another Jiutiao gift-giving bullet screen swiped the screen.

Han Mo continued to poke Yan Yibing's waist.

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, looked up at the barrage assistant, and said reluctantly: "Thank you 'husband (don't call anyone else)' for sending me the nine star rivers. No one will remember them in the future." This kind of ID is too old, don’t read it.”

Barrage--

[I was shocked!Ninety thousand!One breath! 】

【My husband, even if you smash it nine times and hear nine rings! 】

[The boss is quite possessive, and I'm touched, do we Ice Gods have local tyrant fans? 】

[I'm convinced, I'm convinced, what's the point of talking cheaply, Ice God can't really be your wife, I don't understand this person's brain circuit. 】

[Big Brother Performance Art +1]

Han Mo glanced lazily at the barrage and snorted.

Stupid fans.

Yan Yibing was really his wife.

Yan Yibing had completely stopped watching the barrage.

The game started, unfortunately, the other three people he matched with knew each other.

As soon as they landed in the quality square, they chatted.

qiqimao: "Brother Lei took me to the top!"

A delicate female voice, it doesn't sound too old.

But after playing the game for a long time, most people are immune to the dreamy voices. They don't know whether the people behind the voices are ghosts or not. Even Yan Yibing himself has used a voice changer.

Leiwang: "You and me, don't run around."

The boy who spoke was full of confidence, without any humility.

Yan Yibing casually checked this person's rank, it was less than [-], um...maybe it was a trumpet.

The remaining one hastened to compliment.

Wangzhe: "Brother Lei is going to take a sister again 666!"

Yan Yibing didn't like to team up with people he knew from the third dimension, which made him feel very uninvolved and didn't bother to talk.

But he still asked a friendly question: "Where to jump?"

Leiwang: "Hey, here's a coincidence, you're lucky, this one will take you to bed."

Yan Yi scoffed with a cold face.

This is a bad thing about playing the national server. Random matching can always match the best teammates.

He regretted it a bit, he should go to the professional player group to howl and drag a few people to play with him.

Barrage--

[Good guy!The Disney castle I cut out couldn't even fit the earth! 】

【Encounter top-level force king! 】

[Hahaha Ice God, I'll take you to eat chicken! 】

[Actually, I don’t blame others. I don’t know who used the account of Bingshen before, and the failure rate is a bit high. 】

[I didn't realize that, [-]% half-baked guys love to pretend to be aggressive. 】

Leiwang: "Brother sounds dissatisfied."

Yan Yibing said indifferently: "No, just play your game."

Wangzhe: "Our brother Lei is called Xiaohanmo, you will know how awesome he is after a while."

Yan Yibing hooked his lips, and said lazily, "Primary school student? Han Mo is only nineteen, so he already has Xiao Han Mo?"

Han Mo himself, who was sitting on the side listening with earphones: "..."

Han Mo's eyes drooped, and his expression was not very good-looking.

He was called husband just now, and he was a little happy at first, but this man's words squeezed out his happiness.

Very insulting.

Yan Yibing really wanted to play this round as a solo queue, but because of the little cold voice, he wanted to see how awesome this guy was.

Allenger, Central Route.

Leiwang jumped to the airport with his sister, Yan Yibing paused, and jumped to the airport too.

There is a high probability that this circle is not the airport circle. This person jumped here entirely to show off in front of the girls.

Leiwang: "Sister, go to the wild area to hide first, there are few people there, wait for me to clear the airport."

Yan Yibing slowed down quickly, hit the bird with his gun after landing, and took the first head of the game.

When he got the gun, he compared it. If he used full automatic, he could take Leiwang away in one wave, regardless of Leiwang being a teammate.

Just by looking at it, he basically knew what this person's level was like.

Can you count as a passer-by in the middle game at most?

Han Mo glanced vaguely at the barrage, silently peeled an orange, carefully tore off the orange veil, opened a petal, and fed it to Yan Yibing's lips.

Yan Yibing was distracted for a while, his eyes drooped, but he didn't refuse, he nodded slightly, took the orange in his mouth, and ate it.

After eating, he licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, raised his hand, and shot another one.

Soon, the second orange was delivered to his mouth.

While staring at the screen, Yan Yibing bit the orange subconsciously. Unexpectedly, when his teeth touched the orange petals, Han Mo shrank his hand, and he missed it.

Yan Yibing angrily said naturally and skillfully: "Don't make trouble, what should I do if I hang up?"

So in the next second, Cheng Zi obediently delivered it to his mouth, and didn't hide anymore.

Barrage--

[? ? ?Whose hand is this? 】

[The fingers are so long and white, so beautiful, they look a bit like a man's hand! 】

[It looks familiar, but I can't remember who it is for a while. 】

[Come on, is your hand still familiar? 】

[Is it the Ice God family?Or a friend in the professional circle? 】

【Hmm... I really feel familiar, especially the black sleeves, maybe I'm blind. 】

Yan Yibing didn't have time to watch the barrage right now, and he didn't know what the barrage was discussing.

But Han Mo could see it.

He saw someone mentioning the black sleeves, so he rolled up the cuffs calmly, and pulled up the sleeves, revealing a white and strong forearm.

He continued to feed Yan Yibing fruit, but he didn't want to make trouble for Yan Yibing.

He doesn't care whether their relationship is recognized by the public, after all, the opinions of these people have no weight in his eyes.

Barrage--

【Hold!When I saw this hand, I felt that I was going to fall in love, and I knew that it was extremely powerful! 】

[The little brother is also squatting in the live broadcast room?Hearing people say that the sleeves are pulled up, isn't it a bit deceptive. 】

[Hmm... To be honest, I feel more familiar when I look at the wrist. 】

[Don't be so yin and yang, can't you, it's obviously a buddy or a relative of the ice god. 】

[Yeah, I must be crazy to feel like a well-known arm player. 】

[I know a buddy of the Ice God!Liang Hefeng!Absolutely good buddy, is he the one who feeds the oranges? 】

[The relationship must be very good, I have only fed fruit to my younger brother. 】

Han Mo frowned as he watched the discussion on the barrage, feeling a little displeased.

He is the only one who can feed Master fruit, what kind of eyes are these netizens.

After he fed Yan Yibing a whole orange, Yan Yibing just emptied the airport.

Yan Yibing glanced at his record.

Ten kills.

Generally speaking, it seems that there are not too many people jumping from the airport.

Leiwang looked at his three kills, then at Yan Yibing's ten kills, and fell silent.

Wangzhe: "Number [-] is very powerful. At this level, is he a professional anchor?"

Yan Yibing: "No."

Leiwang: "The marksmanship is quite accurate, but I'm a bit reckless. I haven't tried to be an anchor or something? I have connections here. If you want to ask me haha."

Yan Yibing: "Thanks, no need."

Wangzhe: "I didn't see it, number four is fine, I would like to call you Xiaoyan Yibing."

Yan Yibing: "Ha, you're so funny."

Han Mo beside him couldn't help but chuckled when he heard the other party's words.

Although the voice was not loud, it was more or less received into Yan Yibing's headset.

Barrage--

[Sorry, I made another embarrassing mistake! 】

【Did the little brother who fed the orange just now laugh?I hear him laugh! 】

[Like a subwoofer, can you show your face, who is it? 】

[Anyway, they are not members of the Zero team, and their voices are not so low. 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm crazy! 】

leiwang: "...brother, have you been eating just now?"

Yan Yibing casually said, "Well, I peeled an orange and ate it, which affected the operation a bit."

Leiwang: "Brother is interesting, is it really useless to hang up?"

Yan Yibing: "I'm better at typing than hanging, why use hanging?"

Leiwang: "..."

He found that someone more compelling than himself had appeared.

After the whole game, Yan Yibing also ate half a fragrant pear and a handful of pomegranate.

The pomegranate was held by Han Mo in the palm of Yan Yibing's mouth.

Like a chicken pecking at rice, Yan Yibing licked his lips one bite at a time. After successfully eating the chicken in the final round, he tilted his head and spit out all the pomegranate seeds.

In this round, it was said that Yi Bing 24 kills and eats chickens, and KD's score is extremely high. Normal people can tell that he is not at the same level as the other three members of the group.

The original cute girl qiqimao suddenly cursed in a rough voice: "Fuck, I pretended to be a fake mother for a long time, and my feelings and friends are better than your mother, and you are still Xiaohanmo, Xiaohanmo, your mother!"

Qiqimao turned off the voice changer, and just a second before quitting the game, he scolded Brother Lei bloody.

Leiwang almost fainted.

leiwang: "Trash shemale! My operation style is like Han Mo!"

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows, looked at the people around him who continued to peel pomegranates, and said casually, "Little brother, what do you think?"

Han Mo originally didn't want to reveal it out loud, but since someone mistook him for Liang Hefeng in the barrage, he planned to officially correct the wrong answer.

Han Mo casually said, "Caibi."

With a smile in Yan Yibing's eyes, he lightly said to Leiwang, "Your operating style is not recognized."

Leiwang: "..."

Barrage--

【? ? ? 】

【! ! ! 】

【Ah, that sound is a bit like...】

【who?Who was speaking just now? 】

[New year, new scare, I'm not feeling well. 】

[I'm sorry everyone, I'm hallucinating, I'll go see an ear, nose and throat tomorrow. 】

[I am an ear doctor, I want to watch a live broadcast after get off work to relax, let alone, I went to have a checkup for myself. 】

Yan Yibing: "..."

Han Mo pursed his lips and bit the pomegranate seeds with the tip of his teeth.

Fans seem to be dissatisfied with his revised answer.

It's useless to be dissatisfied.

After all, it was his wife.

The author has something to say: Husband Shuiyou sent a bag of cream, which was rejected by the anchor Bingshen :)