DSF Chapter 99

“Master…”

Han Mo’s eyes were downcast, strands of sweat dampening his forehead, his forearm muscles still reflexively tense.

He stood next to Yan Yibing, gently stroking the back of Yan Yibing’s neck, murmuring softly.

Yan Yibing lifted his eyelids, emitting a nervous and short hum, “Little Beast.”

After a moment’s pause, he couldn’t help but curse again, “You bastard.”

“Crazy.”

“Human Teddy.”

It’s not that he was in great pain; it’s just that after a night of sweating, he felt completely drained.

His heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys—all emptied out. He felt like he was soaked in a sponge, his body’s water and salt continuously absorbed, leaving him dry and his brain empty like a wooden puppet.

He didn’t want to move at all, even though the sweat had already soaked the bed, making it sticky and uncomfortable, but he still didn’t want to move.

He felt like if he got up and took a few steps now, all his muscles would be shaking.

The twenty-year-old little wolf was too terrifying, like a long-lasting engine, and for someone like him who lacked exercise all year round, he definitely couldn’t keep up with this level of physical activity.

Still lost in the aftermath of their soul-stirring encounter, Han Mo naturally hugged Yan Yibing, stroking him while murmuring, completely unaffected by the curses.

They rested in a daze for another half an hour, and Yan Yibing had already started to doze off.

Han Mo suddenly let go of him, propped himself up with his arms, and knelt up.

“Master, don’t sleep, you’re all sweaty.”

In fact, as soon as Han Mo touched him, Yan Yibing woke up, because the thin layer of sweat on his back felt a cool breeze.

But he pretended not to hear and didn’t want to move.

Han Mo ruffled his messy hair, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

With the warm light on, the bathroom was particularly bright, and Yan Yibing heard the sound of water filling the tub.

It’s unknown how long it had been, but Han Mo came back, and Yan Yibing lazily turned over, facing Han Mo.

After a few seconds of eye contact, he began to feel awkward and shy.

In fact, they had faced each other just now, but Yan Yibing was too shy, his whole face turning as red as a boiled crab, so Han Mo had to let him turn around, pretending not to notice.

Yan Yibing cleared his throat lightly and instinctively raised his arm to cover his face.

He didn’t want Han Mo to see his expression, that uncontrollable, blushing face, where he couldn’t even control his expressions and voice.

Han Mo bent down, exerting force, and pulled Yan Yibing up, sitting him upright. Then, in a child-carrying posture, he lifted Yan Yibing, who was a mess of mud, and naturally walked towards the bathroom.

“Master, you need to rinse off, too much sweat can easily cause a cold.”

A string of curses was held in Yan Yibing’s chest as he lowered his head, burying his chin in Han Mo’s shoulder.

Why did he have to be held like this? Couldn’t he be carried on the back or supported?

Intentional.

It must be intentional.

Definitely intentional.

He was led all the way to the bathroom by Han Mo, and then slowly lowered into the bathtub.

As soon as Yan Yibing touched the water surface, he quickly withdrew his feet and exclaimed, “Damn! The water is hot hot hot!”

It must have been around forty degrees, vaguely steaming, like lukewarm water waiting to cook a frog.

Han Mo felt the water temperature and whispered, “Slightly hot, it relieves fatigue.”

Yan Yibing grumbled, “If you knew I was tired, you shouldn’t have bothered me like this. Working people still have to work tomorrow!”

Han Mo drooped his eyes and obediently said, “I was wrong.”

Yan Yibing stood in the bathtub, poking Han Mo’s shoulder to scold him, “From now on, no more. I’ll do it myself.”

Han Mo raised his eyes and decisively refused, “No.”

Yan Yibing: “Damn it…”

While coaxing him, Han Mo apologized, and also helped Yan Yibing massage his muscles.

Yan Yibing leaned back in the bathtub, his skin turning pink and translucent from soaking, looking lazy like a noble concubine.

After massaging for a while, Han Mo also felt tired and, in passing, joined Yan Yibing in soaking.

Yan Yibing frowned, scooting back a bit to make room for Han Mo.

Even so, the bathtub was small and cramped, but since it was the other party, there was nothing to complain about. They just managed to finish their bath uncomfortably.

By the time they dried off, it was already dawn.

They pulled the covers over themselves, crawled into bed, hugged each other, and fell into a deep sleep.

They didn’t wake up until the next afternoon.

They didn’t even have time to eat lunch and could only return to their respective team clubs for training.

Just as Yan Yibing was about to grab some bread from the pantry to eat, Sun Tianjiao hurried over.

Sun Tianjiao anxiously said, “Zuzong, why are you just coming now!”

Yan Yibing frowned, “I overslept, I’ll train a bit longer today to make up for it.”

Sun Tianjiao said urgently, “The European and American teams have arranged a practice match at the last minute. Hurry up, right now!”

Yan Yibing’s hand trembled, and the small piece of bread near his mouth fell.

“Are you kidding? It’s one in the morning over there!”

Sun Tianjiao said urgently, “They’d rather stay up late than get up early. They’re urging us, and if you don’t come, An Xinghuo will take your place.”

Although Yan Yibing felt as exhausted as if he had been run over by a truck, he still reluctantly perked up, “Are CNG, AXE, and Prince there?”

Sun Tianjiao nodded, “Yes, we’re the only ones left.”

Yan Yibing picked up his phone and found the group chat buzzing with discussion about the matter.

【CNG Yu Yan: Setting up practice matches at this hour, I haven’t even finished my lunch.】

【AXE Chen Chi: It’s already two in the afternoon, and you haven’t eaten lunch yet?】

【CNG Lu Jianghe: Our team was having hot pot today. It takes at least three hours to finish, but now, the lamb hasn’t even been served, and they’re rushing us to work.】

【CNG Yu Yan: Screw off, you’re the only one being rushed.】

【Prince team captain’s spokesperson Xiao Nuo: Hahaha, who’s to say otherwise? Our captain just arrived too.】

【CNG Yu Yan: ??? Seriously? Even our straight-A student is procrastinating now? Had too much fun on your birthday?】

【Prince Han Mo: ……】

【CNG Yu Yan: Why isn’t Gou Bing saying anything?】

【Prince Han Mo: Maybe he hasn’t arrived at the club yet.】

【CNG Yu Yan: What? How do you know?】

【Prince Han Mo: Guessing.】

【ZLS Ding Luo: Excited Rolling.jpg】

【Zero Yan Yibing: …I’m not a straight-A student, so I’m fashionably late.】

After replying to the messages, Yan Yibing took a bite of his small bread and gulped down a big mouthful of milk.

“Alright, let’s go.”

This Little Beast Han Mo was surprisingly quick to get to work.

Sun Tianjiao examined Yan Yibing for a few seconds, hesitating, “You look a bit tired. Didn’t rest well last night?”

Yan Yibing tensed slightly, then casually brushed off the crumbs on his hand, “Is there still a way for them to survive after I have rested?”

When he arrived at the training room, Song Tang and the others were already checking their peripherals.

Xu Rui looked up and greeted Yan Yibing, “Hello, Captain.”

Song Tang turned around, “Captain, the room is ready, I’ll pull you in.”

Yan Yibing nodded, muttering as he powered on his device, “These white people, what’s with the sudden ambush.”

Song Tang said, “I heard Team Break recruited a new strong player, named Kyle. Everyone’s eager to see how they cooperate.”

Yan Yibing was taken aback, “Break recruited someone new? Who left? They were already so strong, why change players?”

Song Tang reminded, “To replace Susan, remember?”

“Oh, right.” Yan Yibing recalled.

Break, a veteran European and American powerhouse team, had a major scandal two years ago. Captain Gavy cheated on his girlfriend, leading to Susan losing her composure and causing a scene at a tournament.

Gavy publicly apologized to the media and comforted Susan. Just when everyone thought they would reconcile and continue their esports career together, Gavy was caught sneaking out for a fling during a match.

Susan and Gavy ended things for good, but in the end, Break chose to keep Gavy and persuaded the emotionally unstable Susan to leave.

Kyle was brought in to replace Susan.

That Gavy wasn’t a decent person either. Since Kyle joined, he had been praising Kyle on Twitter every day, saying he was a hundred times better than Susan and that Break’s performance had been hindered by Susan.

In the PUBG esports circle, Gavy was indeed a god, but in the realm of humanity, he was trash.

Yan Yibing sneered, “Alright, I want to see how this new favorite compares to Susan.”

Song Tang added, “I watched his livestream highlights. His long-range shots are incredibly accurate even without aiming down sights. He’s really something, but we still need to be careful.”

Yan Yibing nodded, “Yeah, I have a rough idea.”

Yan Yibing felt sorry for Susan for a moment, forgetting his own issues.

He, as usual, lazily plopped down in the esports chair.

The next moment, he felt intense discomfort.

It wasn’t exactly painful, but after being overused, it became unnervingly sensitive.

A slight pressure, and the neurons in his body would report to the brain like a noisy elementary school student.

Yan Yibing: “…”

Song Tang: “Captain, what’s wrong?”

Yan Yibing pretended to be calm and blew on the table, “The tabletop isn’t clean, there’s dust.”

Song Tang: “It’s fine here, maybe the cleaner forgot.”

Yan Yibing took a deep breath, cautiously changed his posture, exerted pressure on one side of his buttocks, gritted his teeth, and put on his headphones.

Little Beast.

Delaying him in the practice matches against Break would be disastrous!

Although he knew it wasn’t Han Mo’s fault, judging from the chat group, Han Mo didn’t seem as affected as he was.

The practice matches were as casual as ever.

Several European and American teams even used public microphones to greet everyone, not worried at all about exposing their skin.

The greeted teams naturally responded in kind, also using public mics.

The 80-player plaza was peaceful.

Among all the teams, Break had won the most world championship titles, and Captain Gavy was the most arrogant.

Although he was involved in a major scandal, he seemed unfazed, as if driving Susan away made the whole thing disappear.

Yan Yibing and the others didn’t pay much attention to Gavy, keeping their distance and avoiding conversation.

But Li Xihan from NNTC, like a submissive rooster, kept circling Gavy, speaking in a strange English accent, sounding affectionate as if he were Gavy’s aunt.

Yan Yibing was puzzled and asked Song Tang quietly, “Isn’t it strange? NNTC is a strong team too. Why are they so fawning? Are they planning to gross me out with physical attacks?”

Song Tang sneered, “Just to show off their good relationship with the European and American teams. We’re just extras. Only they’re real brothers, invited to every practice match.”

Yan Yibing opened the public mic and said with envy, “Break and NNTC are close like father and son, so envious!”

He spoke in Chinese, which most of the foreigners didn’t understand.

Occasionally, those who understood Chinese just chuckled, without explaining to others.

Li Xihan didn’t understand Chinese, but he heard his team’s name and saw everyone laughing, not knowing what was funny.

He felt like he had become the butt of a joke and closed his mouth in bewilderment.

Han Mo walked up to Yan Yibing, his voice deep and low, “Master, are you… okay?”

He knew Yan Yibing muted his phone while gaming, so this was the only way to talk to him.

Because it could be overheard by Yan Yibing’s teammates, Han Mo spoke very discreetly.

Yan Yibing knew what Han Mo meant.

Thinking of some crazy scenes from last night, he felt even more sensitive underneath.

His ears turned slightly red, and he cautiously adjusted his posture, putting pressure on the other side of his buttocks.

At this moment, he certainly couldn’t admit that he was feeling weak and sore from being pounded. But before he could pretend, Song Tang opened the mic for him.

Song Tang: “Captain Han, you’re quite interesting. Do you think our captain won’t perform as well as you later? Oh no, oh no, starting trash talk before practice matches? Grandpa Xiao, ninety-nine, says, ‘Mind your own business.'”

Han Mo: “…”

Yan Yibing: “…”

Just as Song Tang finished speaking, the countdown ended, and it was time to jump off the plane.

Song Tang was still excited, “Damn, that felt good! Captain, you’re just too patient. Han Mo’s even bullying you to your face, and you can still endure it.”

Yan Yibing thought to himself, brother, you didn’t even give me a chance to speak.

And he didn’t just bully to my face…

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