dissatisfied [e-sports]

Father Yan has two brothers, one of them is an academic in a foreign university, and the other is a senior civil servant.

Yan's father was the eldest of the three brothers, so Yan Yibing was naturally the oldest.

His cousin and cousin are both in their teens.

The three brothers usually don't come back at the same time, but occasionally they catch up together, this year is an exception, they all came.

The second-floor villa of grandma's house was almost not enough to live in. Older and unmarried people like Yan Yibing were assigned to sleep on the sofa bed.

Cousins ​​in their teens have to share a bed with their parents, which is even more awkward.

Although there are hotels not far away, staying in a hotel during the Chinese New Year is not always the case.

The whole day was very noisy and chaotic, which made Yan Yibing, a veteran gamer, feel deeply restless and impatient.

He felt that there was always a series of two kicks crackling and exploding in his ears. This one was not finished, and the next one exploded again. It finally stopped for a while, and he didn't know when it would start the crackling mode again.

The elders most like to urge him to play with his two younger siblings, and also like to urge him to be a role model, so that he can talk, toast, handle affairs, and entertain guests.

Yan Yibing was forced to drag two teenagers and two-year-old boys and girls to meet and greet them, with a smile on his face, to meet all kinds of unfamiliar relatives and neighbors.

He can barely pretend, the two children are getting more and more depressed, impatient and don't make noise, I have already put it on my face, I can't wait to be nailed in the coffin with my mobile phone in the next second, and live forever separate.

The girl often goes abroad and is more international, so she directly pulled her hat to cover her face, and suggested to Yan Yibing: "Cousin, I heard that you are very rich, can't you take us to the nearby Ritz-Carlton for a while?"

The teenager is more pragmatic and a little bit older. He understands the truth of not doing to others what you don't want to do to others: "It's too shameful for us to go out and open a house. My cousin will be scolded. I think Starbucks is fine."

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, touched the sound-proof earphones hanging around his neck, drooped his apricot eyes, and asked quietly, "Is there anyone else in the bathroom?"

Boy: "You have gone in and hid three times, and some people will suspect that you have kidney deficiency."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Yan Yibing stared at the ceiling in a daze.

It's only five o'clock in the afternoon, he has dinner at eight o'clock tonight, and goes to bed at 10:30, and he has to endure for more than five hours.

Tomorrow is the first day of the new year, and there will be more people coming to pay New Year's greetings.

His grandma was a well-known teacher in a key high school when she was young, and she was very popular. Those students who didn't know what they were doing usually came to give some gifts and visit on this day.

Touched by the relationship between teachers and students, Yan Yibing never thought that the head teacher could be so popular.

But Han Mo will come tomorrow night.

The little lover came all the way, and has already booked a double bed room at the Ritz-Carlton, which is hardly exciting news.

Girl: "Cousin, what are you thinking?"

Yan Yibing let out a long sigh. In front of children, he didn't even bother to make up lies.

So, he said, "I miss a man."

The girl sat down on the sofa and said mournfully, "I also thought, damn, why are there so few handsome guys these days."

Yan Yibing turned his face away, looked at her silently for a while, and said lightly, "...you are only fifteen."

Girl: "It's the right age for puppy love."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Well, it is.

Anyway, he doesn't see this cousin very often, and there is generally no concept of puppy love in foreign countries, so it's not his turn to care about it.

On the contrary, the 17-year-old boy looked at the two of them blankly, and suddenly felt that he could not get into the topic. There was a hint of stubbornness and grievance in this blankness, because he really didn't want a man.

When the uncle who didn't know where came from appeared again, Yan Yibing couldn't take it anymore and got up to report.

"I have to go to work, you guys are busy first."

Yan's mother wiped her hands with a tissue, and asked in confusion, "What work do you have on New Year's Eve?"

Yan Yibing was nonsense: "The practice match with the European and American teams is not on their side."

Yan's mother was helpless: "Why don't you change the time?"

Yan Yibing: "There are more than a dozen teams, domestic and foreign, and the time is difficult to coordinate."

Yan's mother: "You don't know how to eat New Year's Eve dinner."

Yan Yibing really didn't want to.

There are more than a dozen people sitting around a big table, and one person stands up to toast. Just thinking about that scene gives him a headache.

But he didn't dare to go too far, so he said, "No, I'll finish before eight o'clock."

Everyone in the family knew about Yan Yibing's job, but they didn't really understand Yan Yibing's job.

For them, playing games is equivalent to day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep, so no one raised any objections.

The young man looked at him sadly, and said in a low voice, "Cousin, you are too stupid."

The girl also sullenly said, "Just now we were thinking about men together, but now you just abandon me like this."

Yan Yibing sincerely suggested: "You can turn on the TV and watch the gala on time. There are various types of men for you to enjoy."

Girl: "Who watches the Spring Festival Gala? It's not trendy at all."

Yan Yibing nodded: "It's fine, anyway, you can't reach the man who appeared there."

Girl: "..."

Teenager: "Is playing e-sports fun, can I try it?"

Yan Yibing: "If you haven't met at your age, it's too late. Others have already won many championships at this time."

Boy: "I only play mobile games, King, can you, can you take me with you?"

Yan Yibing: "You have to know that every other person is like a mountain, and there is a specialization in the arts. If three people go together, there must be my teacher."

Boy: "Then shall I take you?"

Yan Yibing: "Okay, I am the strongest king, how about you?"

The boy's expression collapsed: "Day..."

Yan Yibing finally didn't intend to tease the children anymore, he slipped into the small room assigned to his parents without any burden, locked the door, didn't even turn on the computer, and lay on the bed to catch up on sleep.

His uncles are all very qualified people. They knew that the players who played the game should not be disturbed, so no one came up to ask.

Yan Yibing slept until eight o'clock, which was a good night's sleep.

He washed his face and went downstairs, most of the people had already served the table.

The teenager and the girl sat on the chair with an expression of lovelessness.

Only Yan Yibing was hale and hearty, with bright eyes.

The TV was on, and the gala had already started, but it was just for fun, and no one really went to see it.

In the center of the dining table, there is a huge pot of vegetables, which was ordered from a nearby restaurant. It is shiny and fragrant.

The atmosphere of the New Year's Eve dinner was very festive. Such a scene is actually very rare. The grandparents are getting older, and the next reunion will be many years away.

For the first time, the meal lasted past ten o'clock.

Several men exchanged cups and cups, full of drunkenness.

The grown-up Yan Yibing was also asked to drink, but he only drank a little, and then he shirked that drinking would affect his opponent, and never touched him again.

On the other hand, the 17-year-old drank two bottles of beer carelessly, his expression unchanged.

At this age, everyone loves to show off.

night.

The sofa spread out into a bed, covered with a velvet cushion.

Yan Yibing was lying on it, but it was actually not comfortable, and he even struggled to turn over.

The next morning, his back was a little sore, and he got up very early, and he kept breathing heavily.

But a new day, a new welcome.

Yan Yibing had no choice but to continue to push for a practice match at noon, and hid in his parents' room to take a nap.

Han Mo's flight is at [-]:[-] p.m., and it lands at [-]:[-] p.m. After getting out of the airport and taking a taxi to the hotel, it will be after [-]:[-] p.m.

Yan Yibing seemed anxious all night.

He looked at his watch frequently, but it was probably because there were so many people coming back this year, and the old man was very excited, so he didn't intend to take a rest.

Han Mo arrived at the hotel and checked in, and sent him a message: "I'm here."

Yan Yibing couldn't sit still anymore.

The little lover was waiting for him in the hotel a few hundred meters away, and it was the first time he knew what it meant to be anxious.

The food on the dinner table has been removed and replaced with mahjong.

Some of the adults were playing, some were watching, and some were still peeling scallops.

The teenagers and girls nestled on the sofa, one on each side, concentrating on their phones.

Seeing that they were having fun, Yan Yibing prepared to sneak away.

He picked up his mobile phone, didn't even dare to put on his coat, and tiptoed to the door.

He gently twisted the door open, opened the door a small crack, and slipped out.

Maybe someone saw it, but didn't care.

Because the yard of grandma's house is not small, and there are two birds in it. They open the door to watch the birds in the yard from time to time.

Yan Yibing shivered from the cold outside.

It's still very cold in Guangzhou at night, and I can't bear it without a coat.

But he couldn't care less, rubbed his arms, and ran towards the hotel.

The sound of the wind blew past the ears, and the low grass was blown, as if there was also a running creature in the grass, passing the dense long leaves at a high speed.

His body, which has not been exercised for many years, is a little short of breath after running a few hundred meters.

He stopped at the entrance of the hotel, licked his dry lips, took a few short breaths, and walked into the lobby.

There were few people in the New Year, the front desk nodded to him politely, and kindly asked him the room number.

While feeling the warmth of the hotel lobby, Yan Yibing talked about Han Mo's room.

He took the elevator up, all the way to Han Mo's door.

What he told Han Mo was that he would come after ten o'clock, but it was only after eight o'clock.

He wanted to surprise Han Mo.

Yan Yibing moistened his throat and raised his hand to ring the bell.

After a while, he heard the sound of getting out of bed, then footsteps, and finally he heard the familiar voice asking, "Who?"

The door didn't open.

Yan Yibing deliberately lowered his voice and changed his voice: "Hi, room service."

There was a moment of silence at the door.

Yan Yibing heard a chuckle.

Han Mo leaned against the wall and asked with great interest, "What room service?"

Yan Yibing frowned, and continued to squeeze his throat: "It's a New Year's gift from the hotel, thank you for your support."

Immediately afterwards, the door lock clicked and was turned open.

The moment Yan Yibing opened the door, he suddenly pushed the door and rushed in, throwing Han Mo into his arms.

Han Mo staggered a few steps backwards when he threw him, and then hugged him tightly.

Yan Yibing was only wearing a thin sweater, and his body was still covered with the cold outside. His cheeks, ears, and fingertips were all cold.

But Han Mo's body was very hot, it was the dry and warm body temperature of a young man.

Yan Yibing panted lightly, squinting his eyes: "You still don't open the door after hearing it?"

Han Mo freed up one hand, pushed the door shut, smiled lightly, then pressed Yan Yi Bing against the wall of the porch rudely, and kissed him without hesitation.

Yan Yibing's lips were also slightly cold, so he let his own body temperature pass through little by little, and rubbed his soft lips until they became red and hot.

Yan Yibing raised his head, greeted the passionate kiss of a little wolf dog rushing for food, and put his arms on Han Mo's neck naturally.

The hotel is a great place.

Yan Yibing thought.

It's secretive, private, and a little ambiguous.

Han Mo also felt that the hotel was a good place. He had kissed enough, let go of Yan Yibing's lips, rubbed his fingers lightly on the corner of his lips, and said in a low voice: "Your hotel also provides this special service, so you don't have to worry about scanning pornography and illegal searches." Come to the door?"

Yan Yibing heard the meaning of role playing.

His eyelids trembled slightly, his eyes shifted, and he put out a half-smile and grabbed Han Mo's collar, letting the collar lightly strangle Han Mo's neck: "Are you still going to report?"

Han Mo's eyes darkened, his eyelids were deeply folded, and his fingers slipped into Yan Yibing's thin sweater.

"I'm going to check the quality of the service. If it's not good, I'll give it a bad review."

Yan Yi Bing said in his heart, this is to test my durability!

He was a little nervous.

In the hotel, there is indeed a set.

But people say that for the first time, if you are very excited, it is easy to bear it.

So he planned to give Han Mo a copy of the instructions before using it.

"I slept on the sofa last night. I didn't sleep well. My back hurts."

In this case, not five times a night can be forgiven.

Han Mo believed it was true, and his expression became clearer: "Really? Let me give you a massage."

Yan Yibing: "..." It's dangerous.

So he took off his shirt, lay on the bed, with the warm air conditioner blowing on him, enjoying Han Moli's perfect massage service.

He was moaning and whimpering under Han Mo's pressure, and he was very comfortable lying on the big bed.

Han Mo's fingers pressed the Fengchi acupoint on his cervical spine, and slowly slid down the spine: "Does it still hurt?"

Yan Yibing half-closed his eyes, feeling comfortable and even a little sleepy: "It's much better."

So Han Mo's movements slowly stopped.

With a sudden force, he turned Yan Yibing over and lay on his back on the bed.

Yan Yibing woke up instantly and looked at him with wide eyes.

Han Mo bowed, put the cherry in his lips, and murmured: "I'm hungry, I haven't eaten yet after getting off the plane."

Yan Yibing shuddered slightly, his face flushed red: "It's hard for me to understand what you mean, young man."

Han Mo smiled and let go of him: "If Master doesn't take me to eat all over Guangzhou, I can only eat this to satisfy my hunger."

Worried about being hungry, Yan Yibing covered his chest and got up from the bed: "I sneaked out of the house, they don't know, I didn't wear a coat."

Han Mo glanced at him ambiguously: "Wear mine, I brought it."

Han Mo took out a black cotton jacket from the box: "Dry-cleaned."

Han Mo's clothes were a little too big, and the cuffs hung down to Yan Yi Bing's fingertips, but they were very warm and light, and made his complexion extraordinarily fair.

Clothes smell fresh and dry.

Wearing the other person's clothes is probably a manifestation of emotional warming.

At least Yan Yibing felt that it was completely different from wearing his own clothes.

Yan Yibing: "Hurry up. Basically restaurants close at ten o'clock. Now that it's Chinese New Year, those special shops may not be able to open until after the third grade of junior high school. Now there are only restaurants in shopping malls, but they also have delicious food."

Han Mo: "I can do it."

He was really hungry. He only ate a small bun on the plane.

With Yan Yibing not around, he had no interest in finding something to eat.

He originally planned to wait for Yan Yibing to come over after ten o'clock and order a supper at the hotel.

But since it's only less than nine o'clock, there should be still time.

Not far from the hotel, there is a Chaoshan beef hot pot restaurant that is still open.

There are people in the store, and through the transparent glass, you can still see the waiter skillfully cutting the beef.

Yan Yibing: "Do you want to eat Chaoshan pot? This place is more authentic, and the beef is also very fresh."

Although Han Mo came to the south very early, he is a northerner after all. He is more used to eating sesame sauce with hot pot, and he is not good at sesame oil dishes and sand tea sauce.

But today the weather is cold and the atmosphere is good, and he is indeed hungry, so he doesn't care what the dipping sauce is.

Han Mo: "OK."

When I entered the store, there happened to be a seat.

Yan Yibing had dinner at night, and he wasn't too hungry yet, so the two basically only ordered single servings.

The dipping sauce was adjusted by Yan Yibing for Han Mo, because he found that Han Mo didn't know how to do it at all.

The beef pot does not have a spicy oil soup base, and the taste depends entirely on the quality of the beef and the dipping sauce.

Han Mo took a bite of the ingredients he had prepared, and was slightly taken aback.

For some reason, he felt that the beef hot pot here was much more delicious than that in Modu.

Han Mo took a piece of beef tongue and fed it to Yan Yibing: "Master."

Yan Yibing hesitated for a few seconds, glanced around from the corner of the eye, opened his mouth recklessly, and bit off the piece of meat from Han Mo's chopsticks.

Han Mo: "Uncles and aunts don't know you are coming out, so what should I do if I look for you later?"

Yan Yibing: "Just make up a reason. It doesn't matter if they believe it or not. Anyway, there are many things at home, and they don't have time to care about me."

Han Mo: "Have you been sleeping on the sofa?"

Yan Yibing: "Well, the rooms are limited, so there is no other way."

Han Mo: "Come out and sleep with me today."

Of course Yan Yibing thought, the hotel is more comfortable, it is convenient for bathing and resting.

He and Han Mo can still play a few games together, even if they don't play pubg, they can learn anything quickly.

Yan Yibing struggled a bit: "This is..."

Han Mo said: "The customers haven't taken advantage of it yet, your hotel's special services are too unprofessional."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Ok.

The role-playing isn't over yet.

The couple at the next table accidentally overheard their conversation, secretly looked sideways, looked at them in shock and heartbroken, as if they couldn't accept this declining society.

Yan Yibing saw their expressions and seemed to be able to hear their hearts roaring.

"The current hotel is too blatant. Not only women, but also men are provided!"

The author has something to say: After the special service, the customer Han gave a good review with satisfaction, and closed the shop, and decided to keep the service staff private.

The service staff was sleeping soundly on their stomachs and didn't know anything about it.