Yan Yibing was quite receptive to this sudden sweet talk.
He forgot to quickly turn on his phone to explain to the fans in the livestream room. Instead, he took advantage of the moment to hook his arms around Han Mo’s neck, tilting his chin up slightly, pressing his nose against Han Mo’s, and gazing into Han Mo’s eyes with a flirtatious look.
“Xiao gege, where did you learn that line?” he teased.
Han Mo really liked Yan Yibing’s eyes, black, bright, and clear. Due to long hours of gaming, they had become sensitive to light and often watery.
“No need to learn, Master likes me to say it every day.”
With that, he loosened the belt of Yan Yibing’s sleeping robe.
As the belt loosened, the hem of the robe spread apart, revealing more of Yan Yibing’s chest, which rose and fell with his breath.
Feeling a slight breeze, Yan Yibing’s pores tightened suddenly, and his nerves jumped. He quickly released Han Mo’s neck, grabbing his own robe tightly to cover himself up.
“I can’t do it today. I can’t even lift my legs! I can’t move at all!”
He couldn’t move either up or down!
Han Mo blinked and fell silent for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and said, “Master, what are you thinking? After a day of competition, I’m tired too. I just wanted to give you a back rub.”
Yan Yibing finally breathed a sigh of relief, but being as cheeky as ever, he retorted, “Really? Twenty years old? Little wolf? Tired?”
With that, he deliberately glanced down at Han Mo’s lower body with a complicated expression.
Han Mo fell silent for a moment, then exhaled softly, suddenly putting his hand on his own belt and saying softly, “Alright.”
He was wearing black jeans today, which were slim-fitting and showed off his exceptionally straight legs.
The shirt on his upper body was tucked into the pants, outlining his supple and tight waist.
Today, Han Mo was indeed dressing to impress Yan Yibing.
Yan Yibing looked at his hand undoing the belt with confusion, “What?”
Han Mo said calmly, “Since Master has doubts, I think I can still put in some effort. Let’s do it.”
With a flick of his slender fingers, the belt loosened, and he began to unzip his pants.
Yan Yibing was taken aback and quickly grabbed his hand, “Just kidding, don’t do it!”
He was just teasing, and at his current level of exhaustion, he was afraid he’d fall asleep halfway through.
Han Mo tilted his head, looking serious, his black hair hanging slightly due to gravity, “Really don’t need me to prove it? Five or six times might be difficult, but two or three times should be manageable.”
Yan Yibing replied, “…If you have the energy, come and give me a massage. My neck is killing me.”
Yan Yibing lay on the bed in the bedroom, pulling down his sleeping robe halfway, and turned on the warm air conditioning.
Han Mo knelt behind him, using his hands to massage his muscles and bones.
The muscles around his shoulders and neck were already stiff from fatigue. Yan Yibing had intended to take a nap, but the pain from the massage made it impossible for him to sleep.
“Ah… Ouch! Be gentle… there.”
“It hurts, it hurts!”
Han Mo paused slightly in his movements, loosening his grip on the pressure point on Yan Yibing’s neck.
“It seems like my method is wrong. How can giving a massage make Master scream louder than that night?” Han Mo remarked.
“…It really hurts. I almost couldn’t hold on during the competition. In the last round, I even changed my mouse DPI. I forgot to mention, thank you for the headshot you gave me.”
Han Mo replied, “In the last round, I didn’t deliberately lose the game, I played seriously, but I really didn’t see you.”
Yan Yibing said, “No need to explain. I know you didn’t go easy on me. You reacted quickly, even threw smoke grenades. Thanks for not letting Xiao Nuo finish it off.”
Han Mo said, “Hmm.”
Players of their level could see everything clearly and didn’t need to force explanations.
Han Mo approached the game with absolute seriousness, but that last kill was intentionally left for Yan Yibing.
Externally, he didn’t want the championship to fall into the hands of another country.
Internally, he couldn’t deny his personal motives.
Of course, he wanted Yan Yibing to win the championship.
After massaging for a while and loosening the stiff muscles, Yan Yibing didn’t feel so uncomfortable anymore.
He stretched out his arms sleepily, “You must be tired too. Lie down and sleep with me for a while. Come.”
Han Mo ruffled his hair, straightened out his robe for him, and said softly, “Okay.”
Han Mo lay down beside him, and Yan Yibing pulled the blanket over them both.
The blanket was limited in length, but neither of them felt like getting up, so they just held each other tighter.
It had been half a month since they last cuddled to sleep, and Yan Yibing found himself missing it a bit.
But their brief moment of rest was interrupted by a loud knocking on the door.
Han Mo was the first to open his eyes, his narrow eyes squinting with fatigue, a hint of irritation evident.
Yan Yibing yawned and patted him, “Damn, I just remembered, I think I ordered dinner from the hotel.”
Before the live stream, he had felt a bit hungry and had indeed ordered spaghetti from the hotel app. But now, he was too tired to eat.
But food couldn’t be returned, and not eating would be a waste.
Han Mo sat up, “I’ll go get it for you. Put on your robe and have some.”
With that, he rubbed his eyes, got off the bed, and walked to the entrance.
Yan Yibing was still struggling between lying down to sleep and conserving food, putting on his robe reluctantly.
Without much thought, Han Mo reached out and opened the door.
“Thank…”
But when he saw Sun Tianjiao’s face, Han Mo swallowed the ‘you’ he was about to say.
Sun Tianjiao looked deeply distressed.
His temples were sweaty, his face flushed, and he was panting heavily, obviously having rushed back in a hurry.
But what did he see when the door opened?
He saw the bloody truth!
Han Mo’s collar was wide open, his shirt in disarray, wrinkled from being pressed, and the hem half-tucked out of his pants, lightly draping over his abdomen.
What about his pants?
Oh, no belt, buttons undone, and the zipper barely holding up, clearly just pulled up before opening the door.
What about his cabbage?
Wasn’t there a single bit left from being devoured!
Soon, the ‘cabbage’ himself spoke from the bed, “I think I’ll pass on eating, let’s just sleep.”
Sun Tianjiao almost had a heart attack.
Good lord!
The clown was none other than himself!
He’s really hitting the jackpot, isn’t he? Everything’s in chaos out there, and here he is still thinking about his physical needs!
Finally, Han Mo spoke up.
“Master, Manager Sun is here, can you come out for a moment?”
There was a sharp intake of breath in the bedroom, followed by a silence.
After a while, Yan Yibing, wrapped tightly in his robe with messy hair and tired eyes, walked out.
“Jiaojiao, what a coincidence.”
Seeing Yan Yibing’s post-livestream disheveled appearance, Sun Tianjiao’s heart shattered into eight pieces, mechanically reciting his lines with numbness, “Coincidence? I’ve been waiting for you.”
Yan Yibing: “…” This sounded familiar.
Sun Tianjiao pointed at Han Mo with a pained expression, “This beast! We just finished the match today, can’t you rest for a day? You’re full of energy at twenty, but our zuzong is delicate and weak, how can he endure this?”
Yan Yibing frowned, “Who are you calling delicate…”
Sun Tianjiao suddenly glared at Yan Yibing, but then his gaze fell on the red mark on Yan Yibing’s neck, and he covered his face with a sigh, “Neck! Neck! Lack of education is really scary. The blood vessels on the neck are so delicate, why would you do something like growing strawberries there ahhhhh!”
Han Mo: “…”
Han Mo’s face turned cold, “If I did it, I would admit it.”
Yan Yibing pressed his temples and said helplessly, “He just came to give me a massage, what are you thinking?”
Sun Tianjiao, looking like a deceived young wife, stomped his feet, “Still lying to me! Both of you announced it officially during the livestream, and as soon as the livestream ended, you couldn’t wait to get into bed! Now, caught with your clothes disheveled, and I’m supposed to believe it?!”
Yan Yibing looked puzzled, “What are you talking about…”
Suddenly, a flash of realization hit him, and the fatigue slowly dissipated. He widened his eyes and repeated with difficulty, “Livestream?”
“What livestream?”
“What did I livestream?”
Sun Tianjiao was furious, “Don’t tell me you suddenly have amnesia, or you two came up with a stage play on the spot!”
As he complained, he shakily took out his phone, found the video, and shoved it in front of Yan Yibing, “You don’t need to explain, I don’t believe it!”
Yan Yibing took Sun Tianjiao’s phone and found it was a clip of his livestream.
It was only twenty seconds long, not very long.
He clicked on the video.
“… wanted to make Master like me more.”
Han Mo leaned over and kissed him naturally on the lips.
The camera shook, blurry and unclear, but Han Mo’s profile happened to be in focus for a moment, fully captured.
“I’m live streaming! But it seems to be frozen…”
“Tired? Let’s shut it down. Stop looking at them and look at me instead.” Another kiss.
“I wasn’t analyzing the game, I was thinking about you.”
…
Livestream footage.
The scene that was pixelated on Yan Yibing’s side was smooth and clear on the fans’ side.
Before, the screen was covered with gifts, but now there were no gifts, replaced by the heartbreaking scene of Ice Fans.
【? ? ? 】
【? ? ? ! ! ! 】
【…………..】
【Damn, did I just see Han Gou kiss Bing Shen?】
【What did I just see? Am I terminally ill? I seem to be hallucinating, brothers.】
【I fuck, another kiss!】
【He didn’t kiss my new male god’s face, he kissed the sound of my heart breaking.】
【Upstairs, wake up, not the face, it’s the lips, kissing lips!】
【Bing Shen isn’t tired, but I am. Let the world end.】
【Tired.】
【Tired.】
【Tired +10086】
【Shut down?! Why not watch us but watch you! Indeed, it’s Han Gou! Competing with fans for affection, is that human?!】
【Fuck fuck fuck, he really shut it down! Han Gou – the evil concubine who brings disaster to the country!】
【Haven’t figured it out yet? Don’t call him Han Dog! Call him Sister-in-law!】
【Sister-in-law Han.】
【Sister-in-law.】
【Crying and calling sister-in-law.】
【Sister-in-law… I can’t say it, I’m crying.】
【Uh… can anyone clarify who’s the sister-in-law in this matter now?】
【!!! Danger!】
【So who’s the sister-in-law?】
【Help! The world’s gone mad! I’ve fallen into a parallel universe! I want to exit the livestream and return to my own world88!】
Yan Yibing: “…So was it only my screen that froze?”
Han Mo was also dumbfounded.
Clearly, they didn’t expect this turn of events.
Love was purely a private matter, and although they had thought about telling their friends around them, they never thought about telling their fans.
But with today’s livestream, it’s likely that all esports fans on the internet knew about it.
Sun Tianjiao: “I’m impressed. Today, a certain B-list celebrity and their sugar daddy announced their relationship and expressed their love for each other! They were planning to ride on this news to trend on hot searches and gain popularity! But unexpectedly, today coincided with the PUBG World Championship finals, and the Chinese team won the championship. The trending topic for winning the championship was pushed ahead of hers. She gritted her teeth and spent two hundred thousand to buy the top trending topic, just to suppress us. But now… I won’t say more, the trending topic has exploded, and she’s too furious to buy it anymore. Do you know how I felt when I saw this trending topic while sipping wine and dancing in the club? I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer. I thought you eloped with Han Mo!”
Yan Yibing: “…”
The development of the situation was indeed a bit surreal.
Han Mo: “Will it have any impact on the club if we go public?”
Sun Tianjiao was taken aback for a moment, apparently not expecting Han Mo to ask such a rational question.
Sun Tianjiao: “Well… as long as you guys don’t transfer, apart from attracting a large number of CP fans, there shouldn’t be any major issues. You guys aren’t celebrities, nor do you sell personas.”
In fact, he quickly calculated that this wave of popularity could be cashed in rapidly. If Zero was willing to collaborate with Prince and release some joint merchandise.
But that was just a thought.
Professional players still need to focus on their roles and concentrate on playing well, without getting involved in those flashy things that disturb the environment.
Although this surge in popularity was undeniable, it felt like a bit of a waste.
Han Mo: “Since it won’t have any impact, let’s just go public.”
Sun Tianjiao was shocked.
Sun Tianjiao: “What about the forums?”
Sun Tianjiao pulled out a representative post and handed it to Han Mo to see.
The title of this post was very serious—
Zero Actually Won the Championship! A Magical New Era!
The initial replies were also normal.
【Congratulations, Bing Shen! Congratulations, Zero!】
【The Chinese team finally has its moment of glory! Happy!】
【I’ve been waiting for a world championship for so long, Bing Shen was really amazing today!】
【What’s so magical about it? Zero is also an established strong team, isn’t it normal to win the championship?】
【To be honest, I think Zero should thank Prince, the kills by Han Shen were obviously gifted. But that’s understandable, Korea does this kind of thing too.】
【Stop with the nonsense. Han Mo was seriously playing. He couldn’t see the ghillie suit, and he thought the situation wasn’t good, so he quickly threw a smoke grenade!】
【Speechless. At the time, Xiao Nuo even raised his gun ready to steal a kill, then put the gun down again. He didn’t deny that Bing Shen was amazing. Saying he should thank Han Shen isn’t normal?】
【Thank your mom, even without that kill, they wouldn’t have lost to Break!】
【Right, then just tie, and then roll the dice, right?】
【Prince fans are so sour, they’re starting to claim credit?】
【Can Zero fans face themselves? Han Shen is only twenty, he’ll have plenty of opportunities in the future, why are we sour?】
【Stupid Prince fans!】
【Fuck you, Zero fans!】
【Fuck, stop arguing! Go look at the trending topics! I’m going crazy!】
【Fuck…】
【Holy Shit…】
【Surpassing the entertainment industry! Our esports has finally risen!】
【Is it just me tearing you apart, you tearing me apart, and our idols sleeping together?】
【I misunderstood the OP, I take it back, it truly is a magical new era.】
【Current mood of this Zero fan: ………….】
【Current mood of this Prince fan: ?????】
【Current mood of this Han Bing CP fan: Hahahahaha!!!】
Han Mo: “They’ve started fighting again.”
Sun Tianjiao: “How refreshing, when have they not fought after a match? How many rhythm posts has Ding Jun secretly deleted himself!”
Han Mo: “But they stopped fighting later, right? It was good.”
Sun Tianjiao: “?” Brother, are you really so open-minded?
Yan Yibing was already tired and sleepy, and now his brain was mush.
He let Sun Tianjiao in, and then lazily slumped on the sofa, reaching for his phone to turn it on.
He really didn’t want to think about it.
I really don’t want to use my brain.
Might as well let the outside world be shocked, who cares anyway.
Just as he was thinking that, after turning on my phone, WeChat messages started popping up one by one.
They were all from friends and acquaintances in the circle.
Yu Yan: “??? You win a championship and suddenly go crazy? Need Dad to call an ambulance for you? You pay for your own medical bills.”
Chen Chi: “What’s going on, bro? It seems like there’s a traitor among our pure brotherhood.”
Song Tang: “Ca… Captain? Are you being forced? Did Han Mo kidnap you?”
Xu Rui: “Captain…I don’t know what to say. Just dropped my phone in hotpot earlier, luckily nothing happened, must be dreaming, feeling sleepy, starting to daydream.”
Xiao Nuo: “Bing Shen, I’ve thrown a lot of shade at Zero before, sorry about that. It’s all for work, you know, trash talk, hope you understand. It’s all me, nothing to do with our captain.”
Ding Luo: “yiwuwuwuwuwuwu!!!, already dealing with Yu Yan, you guys enjoy your love!”
Lemon: “:)”
Yan Yibing silently looked up at the sky.
Hmm, turns out it does concern him after all.
He looked at Han Mo, “Your end isn’t exploding?”
He remembered that Han Mo’s phone hadn’t rung at all.
Han Mo replied calmly, “I told Xiao Nuo after the match ended. Before I came here, everyone in our team already knew.”
Yan Yibing: “Yu Gou and the other didn’t message you?”
Han Mo: “Should have, but I’ve muted it and haven’t checked.”
Yan Yibing: “Let me see.”
Yan Yibing reached out, and Han Mo handed him the phone.
The situation there was similar too, with each friend in the circle sending a greeting.
But because Han Mo was usually aloof and taciturn, the messages from these people were more mild and understated compared to the ones for Yan Yibing.
Sun Tianjiao sighed, “Han Mo, call your manager over, let’s have a team meeting.”
With such a big matter involving two teams, it was impossible not to communicate.
Dating was a small matter, and being in a same-sex relationship wasn’t a big deal either.
But some issues and responsibilities needed to be discussed in advance.
Yan Yibing was so sleepy his eyes were spinning, but he still had to muster up the energy to attend the team meeting initiated by Sun Tianjiao.
Ding Jun had a similar sentiment, so he didn’t object and drove directly over.
The reason for coming here was because most people were here, and Han Mo was here too.
When the four of them met.
They looked at each other in silence.
After a moment of silence, Sun Tianjiao was the first to extend an olive branch.
“Unexpected.”
Ding Jun: “Surprising.”
Sun Tianjiao: “A big wave.”
Ding Jun: “Turbulent waves.”
Sun Tianjiao: “Heroic regrets.”
Ding Jun: “Decisive action.”
Sun Tianjiao: “Go with the flow.”
Ding Jun: “Coincidentally.”
Yan Yibing: “…Is this a game of idioms? Can I just go to sleep first?”
Sun Tianjiao sighed, “Get me a good cigar.”
Yan Yibing: “You don’t smoke.”
However, Ding Jun took out two cigarettes from his pocket, one in his mouth and the other handed to Sun Tianjiao. “Marlboro, it’ll do.”
In fact, this was a gesture of goodwill. The two wouldn’t speak too explicitly, but the meaning was there.
Sun Tianjiao graciously accepted the gesture and bit the cigarette between his lips to play along.
“I used to compete with Prince for endorsements a lot, hahaha.”
Ding Jun waved his hand, “Yeah, Prince has also tried to poach sponsors from you guys.”
Sun Tianjiao pondered, “Hmm… Joint live streaming?”
Ding Jun said, “Different platforms. Let’s go back and negotiate with the platform for a slightly more favorable revenue split.”
Sun Tianjiao remarked, “Not doing a collaboration seems like a loss. Zero just started peripheral merchandise, lacking experience.”
Ding Jun suggested, “You can authorize Prince. We have more mature channels and cooperative manufacturers, able to secure lower prices, and we also have resources for physical store promotion.”
Sun Tianjiao added, “Our zuzong doesn’t have a sneaker endorsement yet.”
Ding Jun replied, “Same here.”
Sun Tianjiao said, “I know a few bosses.”
Ding Jun nodded, “Me too.”
Sun Tianjiao proposed, “Let’s chat about it together when we have time.”
Ding Jun agreed, “Sure.”
Yan Yibing chuckled, “Alright, you two figure out how to make money. We’ll go to sleep first, okay?”
Sun Tianjiao’s radar went off, “Are you two sleeping together?”
Yan Yibing stood up, hooking his arm around Han Mo’s shoulder, “The whole world knows already. If we don’t sleep together, should we get separate rooms? Is that interesting?”
Han Mo said, “Considering we caused trouble with this matter, I’ll try to cooperate with future activities as much as possible.”
Sun Tianjiao silently observed.
Han Mo hooked his arm around Yan Yibing’s waist and led him into Yan Yibing’s room.
Well, the cabbage had truly rolled into someone else’s field.
Ding Jun watched their backs and shook his head slowly.
The impact was too great, so much that he didn’t want to be shocked anymore.
Sun Tianjiao murmured, “They were both my cabbages.”
Ding Jun asked, “What?”
Sun Tianjiao: “QAQ…”
Yan Yibing, exhausted, collapsed heavily onto the bed, sighing, “Is this matter over for now? Can we finally get some sleep?”
Han Mo lowered his head and kissed Yan Yibing’s forehead, “I’ll turn off the light. Don’t think about anything, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yibing’s phone buzzed again.
Yan Yibing felt a bit annoyed, “Will it ever end?”
As he was about to turn off his phone, he saw the sender.
【Mama Yan: After returning to China, come straight to the house. We need to talk, and bring Han Mo.】
Yan Yibing: “…”
Apparently not.
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