dissatisfied [e-sports]

"Ancestor, Friday seems to be a strange day, shall we give a gift in the name of the team?"

Sun Tianjiao asked Yan Yibing while yawning.

Yan Yibing was having a massage in the physiotherapy room. By the way, he closed his eyes and rested his mind. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and asked, "How do you know Han Stranger's Day?"

Before Sun Tianjiao finished her yawn, she put her finger on her mouth and glanced at him: "Didn't you read Xiaoding's circle of friends?"

Yan Yibing scoffed lightly: "Come on, I'm fine, why join other team managers? Don't always look for opportunities to test me."

Sun Tianjiao immediately changed her smiling face: "Ancestor, what are you talking about? How could I suspect that you betrayed me? I really love you."

Yan Yibing: "Oh."

This kind of plot will occasionally be staged in spare time. Sun Tianjiao sometimes looks like a little daughter-in-law who is worried about her husband cheating, checking each player's post from time to time.

In fact, Yan Yibing is at ease with him, but for him, keeping abreast of the players' psychological activities is also a kind of work.

Sun Tianjiao said nonsense: "In the false spirit of friendship first and competition second, let's give Han Mo something to play with. If it attracts his attention, Prince will be easier to deal with in the World Championship."

Yan Yibing's shoulders were sore, and he gritted his teeth when pressed by the physical therapist. He said to Sun Tianjiao nonchalantly, "Okay, you can send it."

Sun Tianjiao frowned and thought: "How about sending a beautiful woman? Let Han Mo fall into the vortex of love, the spring night is bitter and the day is high, and the king will not go to court early."

Yan Yibing froze slightly, and looked at Sun Tianjiao with serious eyes.

With these words, he always felt that Sun Tianjiao had noticed something.

Unaware Sun Tianjiao blinked and touched her face: "What's wrong, ancestor, what's on my face?"

Yan Yibing shook his head slowly: "No, why are you so sleepy today?"

Although Sun Tianjiao felt that this change of topic was a bit blunt, since the question was asked to him, he didn't care.

Sun Tianjiao: "I played games with Mr. Bian all night last night. I was so happy that I didn't sleep."

Yan Yibing received it smoothly: "Love game?"

Sun Tianjiao patted her knees and laughed: "You are so funny, you still love games! I went out to dinner with him to discuss the contract, and casually mentioned sports. I said that I have very good balance. I practiced rhythmic gymnastics when I was young. Points. He must believe it or not, and then we made a bet. If I walk ten times in the same place, if I can walk to him in a straight line, he will give me 1000 yuan. I won’t take advantage of this advantage? Don’t tell me, his living room is so special Big, it’s a full 40 meters from the porch to the sofa he’s sitting on, if I didn’t have really good balance, I wouldn’t even be able to earn the 2 yuan!”

Yan Yibing: "..."

Yan Yibing: "You walked twenty times? Go from the door to his arms in a daze?"

Sun Tianjiao: "Actually, I can still go, but I think it's just a small bet, earning too many customers and fearing that the customers will be angry, so I said I was a little dizzy. I didn't expect him to provoke me, saying that I must not be able to do it, laughing at me, the big one now Dude is really stupid and has a lot of money, I'm not bragging, I'll work hard to get his big villa back."

Yan Yibing pulled the corners of his lips expressionlessly.

Well, it really is a love game.

After showing off her money-making skills, Sun Tianjiao suppressed her smile: "Okay, no kidding, let's give a set of commemorative coins, the market price of gold is not bad recently."

Yan Yibing: "What you say is what you say."

Sun Tianjiao was surprised: "Didn't you two have a good relationship recently? You even broadcast live together on New Year's Eve. It scared me. Why are you so careless?"

Yan Yi Bing said in his heart, it's not that I don't care, I'm just too nervous.

He was going to celebrate his birthday with Han Mo at an extremely luxurious cloud restaurant on Thursday night, and then booked a couple's set at a nearby five-star hotel.

Everything is fine, they've been talking for a while, it's time for some intimacy.

He even prepped Okamoto 003 and oily lube ahead of time.

Why buy 003?

Because it is slightly thicker, there may be a delay effect.

He has been thinking about what is the best birthday present for Han Mo.

He bought an expensive watch, but Han Mo is actually not short of the money, and e-sports players usually train without carrying anything on their hands, for fear of affecting the operation, so this watch is a bit tasteless.

Other than that, that's the one that can express your heart the most.

Anyway, the little beast has been looking forward to it, but it was always interrupted before.

Ever since he proposed to live out on Thursday night, Han Mo raised his eyebrows, as if he had sensed something.

And Han Mo didn't refuse either.

One of Yan Yibing's T seeds finally came into play.

That night, after they finished their daily training, Han Mo rejected the club's celebration and gathered with Yan Yibing upstairs in the restaurant.

The Cloud Restaurant is located on the top floor of a certain building. The entire building is made of glass, and it is decorated with various kinds of plants and flowers. Through the glass, one can see the bustling traffic and feasting lights in the magic city.

At least half of the food price here is paid to the environment.

As soon as they sat down at the reserved seats, a waiter came over, offered them a small candle floating in the water, and poured two glasses of raspberry juice.

Yan Yibing took a sip of his drink, and reached out to touch the flame of the small candle.

Warm, a trembling figure reflected in the glass.

Han Mo: "Is baked oysters okay?"

Yan Yibing nodded, but he was thinking wildly.

oysters.

Help at night?

Han Mo actually didn't think that much, he just read the restaurant's recommended dishes in advance.

In addition to oysters, he ordered two small cups of chilled sweet shrimp, one grilled steak, one fried swordfish, and two Russian borschts.

Dessert has to wait until after the meal.

The appetizer comes first, the sweet shrimp and fresh vegetables are poured with sweet vinegar sauce, the taste is delicate and soft.

Yan Yibing only ate the shrimp and gave Han Mo the rest of the vegetables.

When the steak came, Han Mo went over to cut it up first, and then sent it to Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing couldn't help laughing: "It's your birthday today, why do you still serve me?"

Han Mo said naturally: "I like Master."

Yan Yibing's face became hot from his sudden confession, so he subconsciously swallowed, and whispered, "I know."

The flame of the small candle is orange-yellow, and when the flickering flame is about to burn out, it suddenly turns orange.

Delicate orange light spots fell on the tip of Yan Yibing's slightly curled eyelashes, making every time he fluttered his eyelashes, he seemed to be dancing with candlelight.

Han Mo once again felt that Yan Yibing was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

Such a good-looking person actually really belongs to him.

He has always regretted not being able to stay with Yan Yibing when he was 17 years old, not being able to become Yan Yibing's team member, and becoming a new force of Zero.

But thinking about it now, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

At that time, he was not good enough or mature enough, so why should he give the best to Master.

On the contrary, he likes the current state of being kings side by side and fighting each other.

He was a better version of himself first, and then he could love him.

He suddenly felt relieved.

Including the birthday, standing by the icy river, that desperate and quiet night.

In the past, he had been losing, losing his mother, losing his master, and was in a state of chaos.

But he came over, and then he realized that he had lost nothing.

The world is as vast and peaceful as ever, it will not treat anyone too badly, nor will it please anyone too much, it just silently peeps at the world.

So God does not love the world, so God makes people love each other.

Yan Yibing inserted a small piece of swordfish meat and fed it to Han Mo's mouth: "What are you thinking, can you be in a daze even after eating?"

Han Mo lowered his eyes, and ate obediently: "I want tonight."

He meant, thinking about that night.

But Yan Yibing obviously misunderstood.

Yan Yibing pursed his lips, coughed lightly, and whispered, "Got it."

Han Mo: "?"

what do you know?

After eating and drinking enough, Yan Yibing finished swiping his card, and when the two successfully entered the hotel room under the cover of night, Han Mo finally understood what Yan Yibing knew.

As soon as the door was closed, Yan Yibing's Adam's apple twitched, and he moved his fingers vaguely to unbutton his neckline.

Han Mo's gaze fell on his collarbone, and just as he wanted to naturally lean over and kiss him, Yan Yibing suddenly raised his hand and pinched Han Mo's buttocks.

Sure enough, she is young and exercises regularly, and even her butt feels good.

Han Mo: "..."

With ambiguous eyes, Yan Yibing exhaled softly, "Go and take a bath."

Han Mo glanced at the not-so-small bathtub, and asked, "Master, won't you take a bath with me?"

Yan Yibing: "I've washed it, you go, I'll wait for you on the bed."

He did wash it, and almost rubbed the skin off.

He felt that it was not very elegant to wash and wash in front of Han Mo, and it was a bit of a waste of sentiment, so he made preparations before coming.

He also ordered room service for a bottle of slightly stronger red wine.

Some rose petals were scattered on the bed.

There are also soft and clean milky white carpets, and the petals lining them are extraordinarily beautiful.

In the bathroom, there was already the sound of rushing water.

Han Mo threw his clothes on the rack, and the hazy mist instantly engulfed the glass bathroom, blurring his vision.

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, pulled out the cork, poured out half a glass and took a few sips.

With an astringent and mellow aroma in his mouth, the smell of wine overflowed all over him in an instant.

He looked down at the black shirt under his suit, because Han Mo likes black, so he came over in black.

After reading it, he glanced at the white nightgown hanging in the cabinet.

After hesitating for a while, Yan Yibing decided not to change his clothes yet.

Although the nightgown is comfortable and convenient, the shirt and trousers are more elite.

Ritual is very important.

He also kept the lube and the Okamoto within easy reach by the bed.

Not so conspicuous, but definitely not to be ignored.

After preparing everything, Yan Yibing felt his mouth dry, so he poured some red wine to drink.

He felt warm in his stomach, but fortunately, with the base of raspberry juice, he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

After drinking the wine, Yan Yibing climbed onto the bed with the rose petals in his hands, and leaned against the pillow in a very careless and lazy posture.

After about half an hour, the sound of the water stopped.

Yan Yibing's heart rose, and even his ear bones trembled slightly.

coming!

Han Mo came out of the steamy bathroom while wiping his hair.

At first sight, he saw Yan Yibing leaning on the bed, dressed in black.

He raised his eyebrows calmly.

Yan Yibing licked his red lips moistened by red wine, and put down his phone: "Did you finish washing?"

Han Mo nodded.

The belt of the nightgown was only lightly tied casually, and it was precariously placed on the lower abdomen, and it was not tight at all.

The skin on Han Mo's chest was faintly visible, delicate and red from being soaked in hot water.

Yan Yibing hooked his fingers towards Han Mo.

"Today is 20 years old, little brother."

Han Mo obediently walked over, reached out and patted the scattered petals on the bed, and sat beside Yan Yi Bing: "Master, have you been drinking?"

He smelled a smell of alcohol, but it wasn't unpleasant, and it spread into the air with his breath.

Yan Yibing: "Drink some, you can drink some too."

Han Mo glanced at the half-empty bottle of wine beside the bed, his eyes darkened: "Okay, I'll drink it later."

Yan Yibing sat up again, pulled Han Mo over, and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

"20 years old, not too young, I don't count as bullying children."

Han Mo smiled: "How does Master want to bully you?"

He was too obedient, blinked, and was kissed by Yan Yi Bing obediently.

There was a faint scent of wine on his lips.

In order to reassure him, Yan Yibing immediately showed off his learning ability: "Don't be nervous, I watched a lot of movies, listened to a lot of popular science on YouTube, and checked medical literature. It won't hurt you, it will make you feel sick. You are very comfortable."

Han Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't move. After a while, he smiled strangely: "Master wants to fuck me?"

Yan Yibing had an expression of knowingly asking: "Why don't you drink some wine first, um... to numb it a bit. Experts say that it's a little uncomfortable at first, and it'll be fine later when it's not enough."

Han Mo finally laughed out loud.

He lazily lay down next to Yan Yi Bing, letting his nightgown loosen without warning.

"I don't care. Master can do whatever he wants. The most important thing in this kind of thing is that both of us are comfortable. But I'm still worried that Master won't be able to train normally tomorrow."

Yan Yibing: "?"

Seeing Yan Yi Bing's puzzled expression, Han Mo put his hand on the side of his face and explained patiently: "That's right, if Master has never lifted the iron before, if you use your arms for a long time, you will definitely shake the next day. If you use too much , I don’t know how long it will take to recover, I remember Master said five or six times, then... it should be about three hours?"

Yan Yibing frowned, apparently not considering this aspect.

Not being able to train is okay.

The World Championship is just around the corner, and all teams are rehearsing new tactics intensively. Zero has no fresh blood, and the burden still falls on him.

He did know that the one in the film and the one on top were all very labor-intensive.

Five or six times...then he might not be able to recover.

Han Mo saw that Yi Bing was deep in thought, and said slowly and calmly: "I also feel sorry for Master's exhaustion, and the key point is that it's hard to explain to the club."

Yan Yibing hesitated: "Then..."

Han Mo: "So it's better for me to come, Master just enjoy it comfortably, it's all for training."

Yan Yibing frowned, and glanced at Okamoto on the bedside: "But I'm ready."

Han Mo took his hand, stood up, and gently pushed Yan Yibing on the pillow: "I have also prepared, and I train often, this amount of exercise is also comfortable for me, in fact, whoever gets on and gets off It doesn't matter, as long as you can be with Master."

Han Mo kissed Yi Bing's collarbone.

Yan Yibing lay on the bed in a daze, watching the buttons being unbuttoned one by one, his skin became cooler and cooler.

The red wine finally began to play a role, and he was dizzy and short-circuited.

He felt that what Han Mo said was very reasonable. He was lazy and didn't like to move, and this amount of exercise was nothing to Han Mo. They could continue training tomorrow.

Yan Yibing thought to himself, okay, it's a perfect plan.

When he came back to his senses, the black shirt had been completely unbuttoned and was hanging on his arm.

Han Mo rolled his Adam's apple, and with a hoarse voice, he leaned into his ear and said, "Master, turn over, I want to come from behind."

The author has something to say: the next day, Yan Yibing still couldn't train.

It's true that his arms aren't sore, but...he can't sit still.