Sure enough.
【？？？Damn, another self-righteous veteran player is causing trouble again?】
【The one who makes the first move is cheap. Who are they mentioning? Can you even mention Bing Shen?】
【Tsk tsk tsk, ICE’s brainless fans are like esports circle police, they’ve even sent warnings under your dad’s Weibo.】
【Dad is busy admiring beautiful pictures, and there are idiots who can’t stand it. Why should you be bothered? I hope it infuriates you】
【Brothers, 3000 credits!】
【Han Mo test.】
【Pass by, don’t miss it. Bing Shen has an eight-year esports career with outstanding achievements, the number one in esports, the eternal light, the god of command!】
【Look at Han Shen’s achievements. In two years, his points have surpassed someone’s eight-year accumulation. At 19, he has eight endorsements and promotions. He’s leaving everyone behind in the competitive scene.】
…
A fierce war of words erupted on Han Mo’s Weibo.
Yan Yibing’s fans were no longer interested in licking Liang Hefeng’s Weibo for beautiful pictures; instead, they flocked to support him under Han Mo’s Weibo.
The toxic fans esports fans directly escalated the quarrel to the hot search.
Now, even the passersby who didn’t care about the esports scene knew that two esports players had a somewhat bad relationship; one directly mentioned the other, sparking a war of words.
Yan Yibing snorted lightly, casually lying down on Han Mo’s bed, looking at the not-so-high ceiling. “Satisfied?”
Han Mo’s eyelids trembled, his gaze falling on the side of Yan Yibing’s face.
The bed in the cruise ship cabin was not small. Even with both of them lying on it, there was still the distance of an arm’s length between them.
But the situation was rather delicate.
The online quarrel described their relationship as irreconcilable, but now, they were lying on the same bed. If he extended his arm, he could touch Yan Yibing’s face.
“Did you put special notification on me?”
Yan Yibing found it inexplicable that Han Mo focused on this aspect.
Since he removed Han Mo from the blacklist, he had set up special notification for Han Mo.
Not only for Han Mo, but he also set special attention for the captains of several major teams.
“Any problem? I also set up for Yu Yan and Chen Chi.”
Han Mo pursed his lips, lightly uttering an “Oh.”
So, he was not that special.
Liang Hefeng had been paying attention to his Weibo all the time. When he saw that the number of fans suddenly stopped growing and the top comment was no longer about the envy of the brotherhood between him and Yan Yibing, but an invitation to a quarrel, he traced it back to Han Mo’s Weibo.
Han Mo arrogantly mentioned Yan Yibing and even questioned him.
The fans in the comments were indeed making a big fuss, only top-tier professional players’ fans could create such a commotion.
One achievement after another was listed, and it became a battle of who was superior.
Yan Yibing hadn’t replied yet.
Han Mo had openly provoked him, yet Yan Yibing still hadn’t shown up to confront him.
Liang Hefeng felt bitter. In Yan Yibing’s heart, Han Mo still held a significant position.
In the beginning, Yan Yibing’s only friend in the esports circle was him.
Any trivial matters in the competition, obstacles in training, or encountering lousy opponents, he would complain to him about everything.
Later, when Yan Yibing had friends like Yu Yan and more reliable teammates in Zero, those things gradually didn’t need to be discussed with him.
Besides, they belonged to two different teams, so it was not convenient to discuss training matters often.
Later, Han Mo appeared.
At that time, he was the most promising rookie in the entire league, the darling of Yan Yibing’s heart.
Liang Hefeng had only seen others admiring Yan Yibing, never seeing Yan Yibing appreciating others.
In Han Mo, he saw it.
But in the end, Han Mo still betrayed Yan Yibing.
Refusing to be subordinate, Han Mo left and became the captain of Team Prince.
Liang Hefeng felt a stir in his heart, thinking he should show off in front of Yan Yibing.
So, he quickly turned to Han Mo’s Weibo.
【@Liang Hefeng: My brother has a good temper, but that doesn’t mean he can be bullied by anyone!】
After forwarding, he immediately sent a WeChat message to Yan Yibing.
【I saw what happened between you and Han Mo. No matter what, I stand by you, bro.】
Yan Yibing felt annoyed after reading it, and this time, he didn’t bother replying to Liang Hefeng.
He turned his head to look at Han Mo, using his fingers to tap Han Mo’s arm. “What are you doing? Delete it quickly before it gets worse.”
Han Mo looked up and said indifferently, “Why don’t you ask people to delete your photos?”
Yan Yibing blinked, frowned, and scolded, “Is that the same thing? Hurry up!”
Han Mo lowered his eyelids slightly, glanced at his own Weibo, and seeing that Liang Hefeng had actually forwarded it, he couldn’t help feeling impatient. So, he immediately set the Weibo to be visible only to himself and blocked Liang Hefeng.
Yan Yibing noticed that he couldn’t find Han Mo’s Weibo anymore and felt slightly relieved.
After all, online arguments escalate quickly but die down just as fast. Without a battlefield for the fans, they can only create more posts on the forum.
Han Mo asked him, “I deleted it. Now ask Liang Hefeng to delete his.”
Yan Yibing propped himself up on the bed with his elbow, raised his upper body, puzzled. “What’s your problem with him? He’s older than you, not as skilled in esports, and doesn’t have as many fans. He’s even retired now. Even if you want to find a rival, you should find one that’s on par with you.”
Han Mo lowered his gaze and said calmly, “He just wants to take advantage of you. Don’t let him continue to bother you.”
Yan Yibing took a deep breath and impatiently said, “What does it have to do with you whether he takes advantage of me or not? I don’t know when Han Shen became so concerned about justice.”
After saying this, Yan Yibing exerted force on his waist and abdomen, sat up, put on his slippers, and went into the bathroom.
He didn’t have anywhere to go, but he didn’t want to argue with Han Mo either.
He couldn’t understand the thought process of a child. Even if Liang Hefeng had ulterior motives, it would be his own misfortune. Han Mo should mind his own business.
The bathroom’s ventilation fan was always on. When the cool breeze blew, Yan Yibing calmed down for a moment.
After thinking about it, he still lowered his head and sent a WeChat message to Liang Hefeng.
【You better delete your Weibo.】
After a while, Liang Hefeng asked—
【You said it was okay just now. Is it because of this with Han Mo?】
Yan Yibing smiled bitterly.
It really was because of this.
Because he let Liang Hefeng take advantage of the situation, and Han Mo acted all sulky like a little girl.
Although he didn’t understand, having Liang Hefeng delete the Weibo wouldn’t be difficult. At least it would stop Han Mo from being sulky.
【It’s because I don’t like exposing photos, it makes me uncomfortable. Delete it.】
【Okay.】
Since Yan Yibing said so, Liang Hefeng couldn’t insist anymore.
Soon, Yan Yibing couldn’t find that photo on Liang Hefeng’s Weibo, only his latest post declaring support for him.
But because Han Mo’s side didn’t have it anymore, no one knew what Liang Hefeng was supporting.
Yan Yibing made a voice call to Xiao Nuo and asked when he would arrive at the cruise ship.
Xiao Nuo hurriedly replied, “I’m in the elevator, almost there. I brought grilled squid for you and the captain.”
Yan Yibing sighed in relief.
He came out of the bathroom without saying a word to Han Mo and went straight out the door.
He had planned to wait for Xiao Nuo in the corridor for a while.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they stepped out, they bumped into Yu Yan and Ding Luo, who were already heading upstairs.
Yu Yan paused, looking Yan Yibing up and down, then hesitated before asking, “What happened to you…?”
Yan Yibing pretended to be calm and nonchalantly replied, “No card, so I took a shower at his place.”
Yu Yan pointed to the corner of his lips. “What’s that white stuff, toothpaste?”
“Huh?” Yan Yibing was slightly stunned, wiped his lips, and extended his moistened tongue to lick.
Ding Luo could hardly breathe; her face turned as red as if she had just come out of a steamer.
Yan Yibing came out of Han Mo’s room, wearing a robe, with white liquid on the corner of his mouth. She felt embarrassed for the AVI that automatically played in her mind!
“It’s yogurt. He went to the buffet and got me some food.”
He licked the yogurt off his lips, and it still tasted tangy.
Thinking that Han Mo brought him food, Yan Yibing felt that he was a bit unreasonable.
Yu Yan frowned. “If I had come back a bit earlier, letting you two stay in the same room would have been awkward.”
Yan Yibing leaned against the wall and lazily said, “It’s okay, not that awkward.”
The most awkward things had already happened; he had even kissed Han Mo’s chest. He was no longer afraid of anything.
Coincidentally, Xiao Nuo also arrived.
He carried a barbecue in his hand, and its aroma quickly filled the narrow corridor.
Xiao Nuo took the bag off his back, handed it to Yan Yibing, and smiled, “Did I come back too late?”
Yan Yibing glanced coldly at him and snorted, “You know you’re late?”
Xiao Nuo: “?”
He looked at Yu Yan in confusion.
Yu Yan shrugged.
Yan Yibing had long wanted to change his clothes; wearing only a robe without anything underneath made him feel insecure. He quickly took out the room card and went in.
In the corridor, Xiao Nuo muttered, “Wasn’t the captain the one who told us to come back a bit later?”
Yan Yibing changed into fresh clothes, tossed the used robe into the laundry basket, and came out of the room feeling refreshed.
Chen Chi urged everyone to go bowling.
Bowling alleys cost a hundred dollars per hour, regardless of the number of people.
Yesterday, Chen Chi wanted to play because some people wanted to drink, but he was persuaded not to.
Now, with nothing else to do, a team of about a dozen people headed to the tenth-floor game room.
The game hall occupied an entire floor.
There was a gym, a paper-cutting room, an Xbox teen room, a bowling room, a board game room, a dance machine, VR shooting, a makeshift kindergarten, a basketball court…
Most activities on the cruise required additional expenses, but there were also various free competitive events organized by the cruise every hour. The first-place winner would receive exquisite gifts from the cruise’s official.
Yan Yibing and Han Mo didn’t walk together.
Yan Yibing chatted with Chen Chi in the front row, while Han Mo listened to Xiao Nuo’s chatter at the rear.
On the way to the bowling alley, a competitive event organized by the cruise was underway.
A small whiteboard hung on the glass window outside the venue, displaying various competition registration times and prizes.
Currently, a dart competition was taking place, with the first-place prize being a pair of Cleto Reyes boxing gloves.
Yan Yibing, with sharp eyes, exclaimed, “Wow, the prizes are nice; it makes me want to participate.”
Chen Chi followed his gaze and mumbled, “What’s that?”
Ding Luo explained from the side, “Competitions on the cruise, win and get prizes. The prizes are good; they even gave away an iPad before.”
Yu Yan, with her arm around him, said, “Now it’s… darts?”
Yan Yibing regretfully said, “Yeah, darts are something foreigners play well; it’s challenging to get first place.”
Chen Chi casually remarked, “We don’t have anyone here who knows how to play. Darts are not the same as pressing the attack. If you like it that much, just buy one. It doesn’t cost much.”
Yan Yibing chuckled, “Well, it’s not about the money; winning makes it more enjoyable.”
But he was just speaking casually; they quickly passed the activity area, and no one mentioned darts again.
Only Han Mo stood still and glanced at the competition schedule.
There was another dart competition at 7 PM, and the prize was still Cleto Reyes boxing gloves.
Tomorrow’s competition would no longer have this prize.
If they wanted the gloves, the evening was the only chance.
Xiao Nuo puzzled, “Captain, are you interested in the activity too?”
Han Mo withdrew his gaze and replied calmly, “It’s alright.”
Xiao Nuo curiously asked, “Do you know how to play darts? I see they’re quite far away.”
Han Mo replied, “A little.”
Before entering the esports industry, Han Mo had done a variety of things.
Back then, in some bars, being good at darts could earn you money. However, the targets were not numbered circles and partitioned networks but bottles of liquor.
Hit a bottle, and someone would open that bottle. If you got a bottle you didn’t want to drink, you could sell it to someone else cheap.
At 7:30 PM, as usual, there was a musical at the theater, and today’s performance was “Les Misérables,” a classic worth watching.
At 6:30 PM, a group of people gathered to eat teppanyaki at a Japanese restaurant, planning to spend an hour eating and then go directly to watch the musical.
When they arrived at the restaurant, they found that Han Mo was not there.
Xiao Nuo looked around, “Where’s our captain? He was in the game room just now.”
Yan Yibing had noticed that Han Mo had left long ago, but he didn’t say anything.
Han Mo sometimes liked to be alone and wasn’t used to crowded environments.
Yan Yibing whispered, “Maybe he’s tired and went back to rest.”
Xiao Nuo said, “But he still needs to eat. I’ll give him a call.”
He dialed Han Mo’s phone number, waited for a minute, but no one answered.
Xiao Nuo shrugged.
It was 6:50 PM, and Chen Chi had already ordered the dishes. Seafood and grilled beef and lamb were sizzling on the iron plate.
They would be ready to eat soon.
But Han Mo hadn’t arrived yet.
Yan Yibing pushed aside his iced beer, stood up from his seat, and said, “I’ll go back to get something; you guys go ahead and eat.”
Xiao Nuo said, “Bing Shen, can you also check our captain’s room? He might be sleeping; tell him to come out and eat.”
Yan Yibing wiped his hands and said, “Sure.”
He picked up his phone, hands in his pockets, and quickly left the restaurant, heading to the eleventh floor.
The Japanese restaurant was on the ninth floor, and their rooms were on the eleventh floor. Taking the stairs was faster than taking the elevator.
As soon as he stepped into the stairs, he saw a group of kids around ten years old rushing towards the tenth floor.
“Hurry up, the dart competition is about to start!”
“I must get the boxing gloves!”
“Nonsense, the gloves are definitely mine. I got second place this afternoon; the one who got first can’t participate again.”
“But there might be someone even more skilled.”
“Impossible, anyone more skilled would have played earlier!”
Yan Yibing raised an eyebrow lightly.
Dart competition.
He also wanted those boxing gloves.
However, his dart skills were average, and he felt awkward competing with kids in their early teens.
Still, as he passed the tenth floor, he couldn’t resist walking towards the direction of the activity room.
Those kids were obviously participating in the competition and quickly disappeared from view.
Yan Yibing strolled slowly. When he reached the venue, it was almost 7 PM.
Thump!
A drumbeat sounded, and the competition officially began.
Yan Yibing stood outside the glass window, casually lifting his eyes to look inside.
At just one glance, he was stunned.
Han Mo stood in the team, taller than all the other participants, looking a bit too conspicuous.
Han Mo had one hand in his pocket, his expression slightly cold, not one to smile easily, and his head slightly lowered, with strands of hair covering his eyes.
Because of his presence, more girls watching the competition gathered around.
Yan Yibing crossed his arms, stood quietly in an inconspicuous corner, squinting his eyes, listening to the girls around him sigh.
“The tall guy is so handsome.”
“He must be from the film academy. Look at his bracelet; it’s VIP. He must be quite wealthy.”
“Do you dare to ask for his contact information?”
“I don’t dare. He seems so aloof, never smiling.”
“But I really like this kind of guy; what are you afraid of? Maybe this is a sudden stroke of good luck.”
“Go on, go on. If you want to go, go by yourself. I don’t have the courage.”
Yan Yibing leaned against the glass window, smiled, and then shifted his gaze back to Han Mo.
Could it be that Han Mo also likes those boxing gloves?
He actually skipped meals and the musical to participate in this.
Several tourists in front had already missed the target, shaking their heads in frustration. They returned to the back of the line, complaining that darts were too difficult.
The best result came from a kid who had just run past Yan Yibing.
He hit the outer center circle, scoring twenty-five points.
Soon, it was Han Mo’s turn.
Yan Yibing lifted his chin slightly to get a clearer view.
He hadn’t heard that Han Mo played darts, even though this game was tangentially related to their professional training.
Inside the competition area, the staff handed a dart to Han Mo.
The dart was exceptionally beautiful, with red and black alternating wings shaped like half of a maple leaf. The shaft had tiny markings, resembling the stripes on a cicada’s abdomen. The dart tip was sharp, reflecting a cold, silvery light under the bright incandescent lamp.
Han Mo held the dart in his hand, lightly rubbing his fingertips over it.
The dart rotated on his fingertips, agile, as if it were an extension of his hand.
The staff asked if he wanted to try.
Each previous participant had chosen to try once, but attempts didn’t count towards the score, even if they performed well.
Han Mo shook his head without saying a word.
The staff stepped back.
Yan Yibing couldn’t help but hold his breath.
He had never been so nervous even when participating in a match himself. It was because this wasn’t a familiar game for them.
However, Han Mo seemed much calmer.
His eyelids trembled slightly, the pupils contracting, and at the corner of his eyes, there was a small, deep, and narrow mark.
Using three fingers, Han Mo grasped the dart, his little finger naturally extending, and the color under his nail remained a faint red, not exerting excessive force.
The dart tilted slightly upward, and the shimmering light focused on the sharp tip, creating a dazzling glare.
The dart paused by his ear for a few seconds, and Han Mo’s lips lightly pursed. With a clean and sharp motion, a cold light shot out so fast that one couldn’t see its trajectory.
Yan Yibing widened his eyes, his nose pressed against the glass as he strained to watch.
This throw hit the bullseye without deviation.
The staff whistled sharply, “Fifty points!”
Han Mo’s expression relaxed a bit. He stared at the dartboard for a moment, then turned calmly and walked back to the end of the line for the second round.
Yan Yibing was astonished, his lips slightly parted.
Gravity, distance, the sinking speed of the dart tip, time—this was similar to the rapid judgment of various bullet trajectories in their usual training. Players who often trained had this kind of sensitivity.
However, hitting the bullseye with just one throw wasn’t something that could be achieved with a foundation in esports or good luck.
Han Mo really knew how to play darts, and his skill far exceeded that of an ordinary person.
When the two girls next to him screamed softly, “Ah, ah, ah, so handsome, I’m going crazy!”
“He’s too amazing! He not only looks good but also plays darts well. He likes boxing gloves; maybe he can even box!”
“I can’t take it anymore; I must get his contact information. I want to pursue him!”
“Sisters, don’t compete with me, please. I’m almost menopausal.”
Yan Yibing shook his head.
Han Mo definitely wouldn’t box.
Their esports players wouldn’t joke around with their bodies and hands, as boxing is easily prone to injuries.
His liking for those gloves was simply because he found them cool; he wouldn’t actually use them for play.
Second round.
When it was Han Mo’s turn, the cheers became more pronounced.
He seemed more relaxed than the first time, raising his hand, aiming, and cleanly throwing it out.
The wrist’s power made the dart almost follow a trajectory parallel to the ground, without suspense, still hitting the bullseye.
The kid who was determined to win obviously felt defeated. He was not as good as Han Mo in both attempts, and Han Mo was stronger than the morning’s first-place winner.
In the three rounds of the competition, Han Mo effortlessly secured the first place.
The boxing gloves landed in his hands.
Yan Yibing stood outside the glass window, his eyes holding a gentle smile.
Next was a simple award ceremony. He silently took a few steps back, relaxed his arms, and squeezed his hands.
Only then did he realize that his palms were unexpectedly sweaty with nervousness.
He didn’t continue watching Han Mo’s award ceremony; after all, the musical was about to begin.
As for dinner, both he and Han Mo would have to endure their hunger for now.
The corner where he stood was now empty, and nobody knew that he had appeared here before.
Han Mo, holding the boxing gloves, stood on the award podium, posing with the dartboard.
The kid who didn’t win any place walked over, his face gloomy, almost on the verge of tears.
“Bro, I really like these gloves. Can you sell them to me at a lower price? I got second place, and I’m only one place away from you.”
His implication was that if it weren’t for Han Mo, the gloves would have been his.
However, ready to accept the consequences of the bet, he didn’t intend to ask for it for free and planned to buy it back at a price lower than the market value.
Since the gloves were a gift, the other party surely wouldn’t ask for a high price.
Han Mo glanced indifferently at him, slinging the black bag containing the gloves over one shoulder. “I don’t need money.”
The kid persisted, “I’ll give you more. You got this for free, anyway.”
Han Mo, impatient, furrowed his brows and walked towards the door. “No.”
The kid followed, “Why not? There’s no boxing ring here, and you can’t play with the gloves. I…,” the kid had a sudden inspiration, choking up, “It’s my dad’s birthday today, and I want to give him this glove as a birthday present. Is that okay?”
Han Mo squinted his eyes, his expression turning cold. “My baby is in a bad mood. I want to get it right now. I won’t play with it or sell it. Your dad’s birthday is none of my business..”
The two girls, who had been preparing to ask for his phone number for a long time, exchanged glances. “…”
Damn.
Good-looking guys are indeed in demand.
And he participated in the competition for his girlfriend.
That night, after Yan Yibing enjoyed the musical and rubbed his empty stomach, he leisurely took the elevator upstairs.
As he approached the door of his room, he saw a pair of boxing gloves hanging on the golden door handle.
Cleto Reyes.
The ones Han Mo won.
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