DSF Chapter 112

The match was over, but the live broadcast at the venue continued.

The domestic broadcast had already switched the cameras to the commentators, Xie Feng and Lemon.

However, Xie Feng didn’t want to say another word at this moment. With red eyes, he quickly gestured to the director to return the camera to tonight’s champion—Zero.

The barrage couldn’t contain itself, and the emotions accumulated over these days exploded in an instant.

【ICE is awesome! Zero is awesome!】

【The Chinese team is the best! I will always love them!】

【MVP! I’ve been a fan for five years, and finally I see you winning the MVP of the World Championship!】

【You’ve only been a fan for five years. Eight years ago, in ICE’s first match, I was the only one holding up his banner.】

【Who said Miramar isn’t for Chinese players? Who said the champion must be Break? Who said ICE is just the glory of the old days?】

【I’m a guy, and I’ve fallen in love with ICE. The last match was truly a last-minute comeback, it’s unbelievable!】

【Players come and go, but ICE has never stepped down from the altar. I’m willing to call him the lighthouse of the esports world!】

Victory, hugs, being pulled onto the stage together, lifting the huge crystal cup, feeling the colorful ribbons falling from the sky, shining under the orange-golden spotlight.

Then, receiving medals, shaking hands with the organizers, and the host announcing their two million-dollar reward.

The audience erupted in cheers, and confetti covered the ground.

Yan Yibing stood in the center of the spotlight, earnestly savoring this moment of happiness.

He could hardly see the faces in the audience below, only voices coming from all directions, deafening.

Then he squinted, held his neck, and whispered to Song Tang, “My shoulder is killing me.”

“Captain, I only realized today how awesome you are!” Song Tang stood on the awards podium, still in a daze of ‘I must be dreaming.’

He had always known Yan Yibing was great, but now he realized how shallow his previous understanding was.

A genius like Yan Yibing could truly get whatever he wanted.

Song Tang was now extremely grateful that he chose Zero and worked hard enough to become ICE’s teammate.

Xu Rui had been waving enthusiastically to the audience below.

It was as if he had his aunts and uncles sitting among the spectators.

Sun Tianjiao, in the audience, didn’t care if Xu Rui could see him or not, he jumped up and waved along.

Eight years.

Finally, he saw this scene.

How lucky he was to encounter a player like Yan Yibing in his career.

Of course, Sun Tianjiao didn’t forget to appreciate himself either. If he hadn’t used all means to deceive Yan Yibing, who was still a pure high school student back then, into joining the team, how could today have happened?

He must be the reincarnation of Bole!¹Bole, also known as Gongsun Long, was an ancient Chinese statesman and horse trainer during the Spring and Autumn period. He was renowned for his exceptional talent in identifying and training horses. The phrase “伯乐转世” (Bó Lè zhuǎnshì) refers to someone possessing extraordinary skills in recognizing talent or potential, likening them to Bole’s ability to identify excellent horses. In modern usage, it often implies that someone has a keen eye for talent or is adept at discovering potential in others.

The most nervous person in the entire Zero club was An Xinghuo.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, wore that championship medal, and held up the sparkling crystal cup, his legs were trembling.

In just half a year.

He actually managed to bring back a world championship in a daze?

With this kind of luck, it wouldn’t be acceptable if he didn’t buy a lottery ticket when he got back.

On the field, players from other teams were packing up their peripherals and preparing to leave.

Xiao Nuo joked to Han Mo’s ear, “Captain, I’m starting to suspect that you have a thing for Bing Shen!”

Although Han Mo’s decision to stop Xiao Nuo from stealing kills shocked him, upon further thought, it was completely understandable.

At that time, the only team with a chance at the championship was Zero. Since their own team could vie for it, why give the opportunity to a foreign team?

When it came to CNG and AXE, they would definitely make the same choice as the captain.

Han Mo glanced at him, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and said in his usual tone, “No need to doubt.”

Xiao Nuo: “?”

Xiao Nuo: “What…what?”

Han Mo said calmly, “I really do like Bing Shen.”

Xiao Nuo: “!!!”

Xiao Nuo’s hand trembled, almost pushing the organizer’s computer out.

The referees and supervisors behind him were particularly panicked, thinking Xiao Nuo was going to smash the computer because he lost the game.

Han Mo quickly stabilized Xiao Nuo’s computer, and continued, “If you’re talking about kill points, anyone would make the same move.”

Xiao Nuo: “Well…”

“But thinking about how my kill points could contribute to his championship journey, I…” Han Mo paused for a moment, then said disdainfully, “Forget it, single dogs wouldn’t understand.”

Xiao Nuo: “…” Extremely insulting.

As the commotion subsided, the audience was guided to leave in an orderly manner.

The members of Zero finally gathered together again.

Sun Tianjiao’s eyes sparkled as he said, “I say, it wouldn’t be right if we don’t go clubbing tonight, would it?”

The coach replied, “Clubbing? With a bunch of foreign kids? In my opinion, let’s go for a yacht party!”

Sun Tianjiao retorted, “Save the yacht party for when we’re back in Magic City. The whole club will go together.”

Song Tang chimed in, “I don’t feel like clubbing and eating pizza. I’m craving spicy hot pot and barbecue because I haven’t had anything spicy in half a month for fear of upset stomach!”

Fu Haifeng said, “What’s the rush? We have plenty of time. Let’s take it easy, one thing at a time. No one’s sleeping tonight!”

Only An Xinghuo spoke weakly, “Um… I think Bing Shen looks a bit tired. How about we take it easy today?”

Sun Tianjiao slapped his forehead, “Damn it! I forgot about that!”

Yan Yibing, though smiling as he leaned back in his chair and listened to them talk, kept his left hand pressed firmly against his right shoulder, trying to alleviate the soreness.

Professional players often suffer from shoulder muscle strain to some extent. It’s manageable with proper care, but once it flares up, it becomes a pain that can’t be ignored.

Yan Yibing had exerted a lot of energy tonight. His ability to sit still here was purely fueled by the excitement of winning the championship. Otherwise, with his lazy personality, he would have found a place to lie down long ago.

Yan Yibing chuckled, “I’m fine, I’m not that fragile. You guys just do whatever makes you happy.”

Sun Tianjiao waved his hand, “Let’s call it a day. Let’s all go back and rest up. We can celebrate tomorrow.”

Yan Yibing insisted, “I really am okay.”

He knew everyone was happy today, so he didn’t want to dampen the mood.

Sun Tianjiao said seriously, “Remember the previous PGC competition? When CNG won the championship, Yu Yan and the others didn’t do anything that night. They partied hard, drank all night, and slept the whole next day. When they woke up, they found their wives had left them. We can’t make that kind of mistake. Let’s rest today, then make sure to inform our family and friends before we celebrate.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

Sun Tianjiao: “Dismissed, dismissed. Do whatever you want. Song Tang, go eat spicy hot pot. I’ll go have a drink with some old friends. Haifeng and Zuzong can rest at the hotel. Xiao An… Xiao An, hurry up and buy a lottery ticket, hahaha!”

Yan Yibing: “Really taking a break, huh? Can I just go back and sleep?”

Sun Tianjiao: “Let’s go, I’ll go back with you.”

Yan Yibing: “Okay.”

During the ride back to the hotel, Yan Yibing couldn’t get comfortable no matter how he laid.

He straightened his back, held his phone above his head, and tilted his neck to send a message to Han Mo.

【Yan Yibing: Where are you?】

【Little Beast: The team is having dinner together. You guys celebrating too?】

【Yan Yibing: Not celebrating today, my shoulder hurts.】

【Little Beast: Should I come up with an excuse to come see you?】

【Yan Yibing: Hurry up and come.】

After arranging the bed warmer, his little lover, Yan Yibing relaxed and even took a nap in the car.

When they arrived at the hotel, Sun Tianjiao wanted to find a masseur for Yan Yibing, but Yan Yibing stopped him.

“Let them rest too. The competition is over. I’ll recover slowly,” Yan Yibing said.

Sun Tianjiao suggested, “How about I find a masseur from the hotel for you?”

Yan Yibing declined, “No need. You go have a drink.”

Back in his room, Yan Yibing gleefully posted a photo of their championship victory in the family group chat, then placed his phone on the coffee table and went to take a shower.

The confetti from the award ceremony had a peculiar smell, and it wasn’t very comfortable having it all over his body.

Since he was waiting for Han Mo to come over, he decided to take a thorough shower.

When he picked up the one-kilogram bottle of shower gel, his right hand trembled slightly uncontrollably, causing the shower gel to shake as well.

Yan Yibing stared at his trembling hand, and couldn’t help but smile helplessly.

If Gavy knew that he had pushed past his physical limits in the final round and even changed his mouse configuration because of it, he would probably go crazy.

In fact, at that moment, he was taking a gamble.

He had a ghillie suit and plenty of medicine.

He was betting that Gavy would think he wouldn’t dare to engage in a straight-up gunfight, but instead would wear his ghillie suit and find a secluded spot to endure the poison.

In fact, Yan Yibing had already dropped his backpack before the Indian player was eliminated.

With such a conspicuous item in such a small area, even with the ghillie suit, how could Kyle’s eyes overlook it?

But according to the classic psychological theory of the birdcage, Gavy would likely adopt habitual thinking.

He wouldn’t immediately consider the logic of Yan Yibing being able to knock down Kyle in a short period of time.

So Yan Yibing went against the grain, and in that split second when Gavy was stunned, his bullets hit Gavy first.

In professional gunfights, whoever strikes first wins.

After showering, his muscles relaxed significantly from the hot water.

Yan Yibing leaned back on the soft sofa, waiting for Han Mo while browsing for food.

As he scrolled through, he suddenly remembered that he had promised his fans to livestream if the competition went well.

He almost forgot.

He quickly logged into Weibo, but it took more than ten seconds to log in due to the flood of notifications.

He had already been mosaic-ed by the @-mention messages.

Finally able to see, he found that the comments on his previous Weibo post had exceeded two hundred thousand and had even made it to the hot search.

Under his hot search, there was still news of a big celebrity announcing their relationship.

Indeed, esports fans were fierce when they got riled up.

In the latest comments, many people complained that he didn’t keep his word, saying he hadn’t come out to livestream even though they had won the championship.

Yan Yibing didn’t want to be seen as someone who didn’t keep his word.

Coincidentally, Weibo also had a livestreaming function that could be shared with fans simultaneously.

So Yan Yibing tentatively started a livestream.

The front camera of his phone showed his face, with slightly exaggerated beauty effects that he disdainfully turned off.

The livestream was simultaneously updated to Weibo, attracting thousands of fans.

Yan Yibing adjusted his pajama collar, smiled with almond-shaped eyes, and cleared his throat, “I won the championship, so I’m here to livestream as promised.”

“I’m not quite familiar with this Weibo livestream, haven’t used it before.” “You’ve just finished the live broadcast from the competition, right? You’ve worked hard.”

Fans—

【Wuwuwu ICE you’re amazing! I love you so much!】

【Ahhhh I’m here!】

【He really won the championship! He really won the championship! And he’s MVP! Brother, that’s so cool!】

【This is even more exciting than the Boruto!】

【Awesome, I’ll only say it once! I declare you the only man I admire!】

【I’m not mocking your failed blind date! ICE, date me!】

【Others only care about how high you fly, but only I care if the medal is real or not.】

Yan Yibing: “It’s a real medal, gold. It seems like there was sponsorship from an international sports organization this time, maybe esports can really join the Olympics in the future. Let me show you.”

With that, he stood up and began searching the room for the gold medal.

As someone who had no plans in life, no matter how precious the gold medal was, he couldn’t remember where he put it now.

Blaming the hotel for being too big, he searched from the living room all the way to the bedroom, finally finding the gold medal wrapped in his pocket inside the laundry basket.

Fans—

【I’ve seen every corner of ICE’s hotel…】

【Seriously, you won’t lose the gold medal, right? That would be too careless.】

【It’s just a gold medal, we can get another one if it’s lost.】

【Hahaha, I found that after Bing Shen won the championship, all the Bing fans started swelling with pride.】

【Newcomer here, it’s so crowded, the internet is so slow that I got kicked out eight times, first of all, congratulations!】

【Sigh, as a middle-aged person who retired from gaming five years ago, seeing this scene today is truly touching, who doesn’t have a dream of winning a championship!】

Yan Yibing felt relieved, blowing on the gold medal before putting it to his lips.

“Thank goodness I found it.”

He held up his phone, aiming the medal at the camera to show his fans.

The golden medal, shimmering under the lights with an expensive glow, had the name of the PUBG World Championship engraved on the edge, and in the center was the silhouette of an airplane.

Yan Yibing’s medal was different from others. On the back of his medal, three large letters were embedded—MVP.

The fans became enthusiastic and started crazily sending gifts.

Before Yan Yibing could even see the names of the gifts clearly, his face was covered in mosaics.

Then, the mosaics kept piling up, and the phone screen looked like a palette of overturned oil paints.

It froze!

This app, which could withstand celebrity livestreaming showdowns, actually froze on him!

Yan Yibing couldn’t believe it and checked the network, cautiously saying to his phone, “Hey, can you hear me? I’m freezing.”

Of course, there was no response, and the screen remained still.

Yan Yibing frowned, ready to exit and re-enter the app.

He pressed the home button, but instead of exiting Weibo, the screen split into half colors, half black.

Now, the phone was dead too.

Pressing his temples, Yan Yibing was about to shut it down and restart.

A knock sounded on the door, and a familiar deep voice came from outside, “Master.”

Han Mo had arrived.

Yan Yibing temporarily ignored his phone and walked over to open the door.

Outside the door, Han Mo was wearing a deep green open coat, with a white shirt underneath.

With black hair and ink-like pupils, a smile lingered in his eyes. The collar of his shirt was casually undone, revealing his well-defined collarbones.

Yan Yibing admitted, he was slightly stunned.

He had never seen Han Mo wear light-colored clothes before, nor did he know that he would look so fresh and handsome in them.

This was the most age-appropriate attire, and his vitality simply couldn’t be hidden.

Yan Yibing’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before he couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you suddenly wearing white?”

“Master likes white, so I wanted to make Master like me more.”

Han Mo closed the door, then pressed Yan Yibing against the wall of the doorway and kissed him.

Approaching with the refreshing scent of the outdoors, his fingers casually hooked onto the belt of Yan Yibing’s pajamas.

Yan Yibing nervously exclaimed, “I’m livestreaming!”

Han Mo’s movements stiffened slightly, clearly startled.

“But it seems to be frozen.”

Yan Yibing lifted his phone and handed the screen to Han Mo.

The screen was frozen in a tantalizing manner, half black and half colored. The phone felt like a piece of overheated scrap metal, unresponsive to any command.

Han Mo then boldly nibbled on Yan Yibing’s lips, “Tired? Let’s shut it down. Stop looking at them and look at me instead.”

Yan Yibing, pressured by him, breathed slightly faster and pursed his lips that had been bitten, “Why didn’t I see you then? I watched you during the awards ceremony, but you were reviewing with your teammates.”

With one hand holding Yan Yibing’s phone, Han Mo pressed the power button, whispering softly, “I wasn’t analyzing the game, I was thinking about you.”

Finally, the phone responded, and after a few seconds, it completely shut down.

Leaning against the wall, with his damp hair disheveled, Yan Yibing tilted his head slightly to look up at Han Mo, his eyes clear and watery. “Thinking about me what?” he smirked, “Thinking about how I snatched Prince’s championship?”

Han Mo raised his hand, gently forming a fist, and directed it towards Yan Yibing. “The human heart is just this big.”

Yan Yibing’s gaze lowered slightly, landing on that hand with beautifully defined knuckles.

“Yeah.”

Scientifically, a person’s heart is about the size of a clenched fist.

Han Mo looked into Yan Yibing’s eyes, murmuring softly, “In such a small place, you’re already filling it up. How will it be enough for the next few decades?”

Author’s Message:

Phone’s complaint: I’m just frozen, how can you shut me down like that?

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  Bole, also known as Gongsun Long, was an ancient Chinese statesman and horse trainer during the Spring and Autumn period. He was renowned for his exceptional talent in identifying and training horses. The phrase “伯乐转世” (Bó Lè zhuǎnshì) refers to someone possessing extraordinary skills in recognizing talent or potential, likening them to Bole’s ability to identify excellent horses. In modern usage, it often implies that someone has a keen eye for talent or is adept at discovering potential in others.