DSF Chapter 117

In order to promote their collaborative peripheral products, Han Mo and Yan Yibing had to cooperate and participate in some interviews.

Fortunately, they stood their ground and turned the on-site interviews into joint ones.

Coincidentally, the host was Lemon.

Yan Yibing now felt a bit ashamed when he saw Lemon.

He hadn’t expected this situation today when he originally thought Lemon and Han Mo were a good match.

Fortunately, Lemon didn’t mind anymore, otherwise she wouldn’t have come to host.

Lemon’s first question was also the one she genuinely wanted to know.

“When did Bing Shen and Han Shen get together?”

Yan Yibing answered first, “The day after the East Asia Championship ended.”

Han Mo glanced at him and nodded silently.

Only after nodding did he realize that this was a joint interview, and the other party couldn’t see his face, so he had to add, “Yes.”

The barrage was filled with tears and blood —

【Damn! Back then! I said cooperating was nonsense. How did they end up catching feelings while practicing together?】

【At that time, I was still arguing with Prince’s fans about who contributed more.】

【I’m fine, just heartbroken in the world of 2D.】

【Heartbreaking! It must be Han Gou seducing our Bing Shen. Our Bing Shen used to be a real straight guy!】

【A real straight guy goes on 800 blind dates and is still single at 26? Maybe you should reflect on yourself?】

【What’s the matter? I’ve been single since birth for 27 years. Should I be discriminated against?】

【What’s the matter? Is it easy to find a partner? Does everyone have someone to hook up with?】

【…you win.】

Lemon was a little surprised, “Then you have only been together not long ago. I thought it started from the youth training camp…”

Yan Yibing smiled, “Back in the training camp, I just saw him as a disciple, nothing more.”

Han Mo nodded, “Hmm.”

Han Mo remained as reserved and taciturn as ever, even his voice was very soft.

Lemon felt a bit challenged and wanted to make Han Mo speak.

She deliberately asked, “So, did Han Shen reject me back then because of Bing Shen?”

Fans —

【I don’t understand, girls are so fragrant and soft, why wouldn’t he like that?】

【How do you know Bing Shen isn’t fragrant anymore?】

【How do you know Bing Shen isn’t soft anymore?】

【??? What’s going on upstairs? Any discerning person can see that our Bing Shen is the dominant one!】

【…Upstairs, what does your ophthalmologist say?】

【He says my eyes are 2.0, sharp as a hawk’s, what about it?】

【You might want to change hospitals, what do you think?】

After a moment of silence, Yan Yibing felt a bit embarrassed and scratched his head, glancing at Han Mo.

Han Mo pursed his lips.

Since it was brought up in the interview, he had no room to evade.

And since even Lemon, a girl, didn’t mind, he would seem affected if he tried to avoid the topic.

Han Mo said, “We’re usually busy with training and eager for results, so we don’t have time to think about love.”

He put it more tactfully.

Rejecting Lemon was indeed because he didn’t like her and didn’t want to waste time, and being eager to achieve results was also to be more worthy of Yan Yibing.

Lemon sensed his desire to uphold his self-esteem, which moved her somewhat.

“Well, forget it. I don’t like you anymore anyway. But back then, the situation between you two really didn’t seem obvious. After the backstage interview, my company’s manager criticized me, saying my emotional intelligence was low and that my questions to you two were inappropriate and too sensitive.”

Yan Yibing chuckled lightly. “Back then, it was fine. We didn’t take it too seriously.”

Han Mo: “Actually, I’m grateful you asked.”

Yan Yibing: “?”

Han Mo: “I really wanted to see his reaction. Having a reaction is better than no reaction at all.”

Yan Yibing felt a bit sour in his heart again and rubbed Han Mo’s head gently.

In Han Mo’s eyes at that time, even if he hated himself, it was better than feeling nothing at all.

Lemon: “Tsk tsk, so when Han Shen said ‘bringing the gods down to earth,’ I thought it was just trash talk before the match. But now, thinking about it, it’s really profound. You’ve actually liked Bing Shen for a long time, haven’t you?”

Han Mo: “Yes.”

Yan Yibing’s face felt a bit hot, and he couldn’t help shaking his collar to let some air into his clothes.

Fans —

【Oh! Back then, I had a showdown with Prince fans!】

【paved a bloody path on the forum and got ten accounts banned.】

【I even praised him before, saying he’s fierce but reserved.】

【But turns out, he just wanted to fall in love with someone.】

【Your professional players are too deep in your schemes, damn it.】

【What will you compensate me with for taking away my youth and forum ID?】

Lemon didn’t expect him to answer so bluntly. After a pause, she asked again, “So, is it a secret crush then? When did it start?”

Han Mo frowned.

He hesitated for a moment, and Yan Yibing thought he didn’t want to speak, so he quickly helped out.

“There’s no such thing as a crush. We’re all adults, so we can be together if we’re comfortable.”

But Han Mo slowly said, “A long time ago, when I didn’t even know what a secret crush was.”

He really didn’t understand back then.

In his consciousness, he only felt that this person was warm like light. It felt like approaching him was touching hope.

Lemon: “So, what did Bing Shen think of Han Shen when they first met?”

Yan Yibing fell into thought. “Back then…”

He was twenty-one at the time, in the prime of his life, full of energy and vigor.

Sun Tianjiao whispered in his ear, “This time, more than thirty people were recruited for the training camp. The quality is pretty good. If they work hard, maybe one or two can stay.”

Zero was in a talent drought and needed fresh blood. Hosting this training camp took a lot of effort and money.

Yan Yibing rocked his chair, lifted his eyelids, and absentmindedly flicked his finger on the armrest. “Is that so? I’ll go take a look too.”

Sun Tianjiao warned, “Just take a look, don’t coach or intervene. These young people are all proud. Adjust them slowly in the future, don’t let their psyche get crushed on the first day.”

Yan Yibing glanced at him sideways. “Do I have time to rest? And coach? Wishful thinking.”

He followed Sun Tianjiao to the training camp.

Fans —

【Comrades! The flag cannot be set up!】

【I guess he not only coached but also gave private lessons.】

【Teacher and student training room avi.】

The training camp was converted from a large conference room, with thirty computers lined up one after another, without any partitions between them, making the environment slightly harsh.

When Yan Yibing first entered, the coach in charge of the training was giving a pre-training speech, his face stern and gloomy, sending shivers down people’s spines.

Standing opposite the coach was a group of young people, rumored to be no older than twenty and as young as fifteen.

Yan Yibing just casually glanced at them and lazily found a chair to sit on.

He sat with one leg crossed, a smile on his face, headphones hanging off one ear, the headphone wire winding down, adorned with a yellow-and-white team jersey.

He knew that for a moment, many eyes turned towards him, some surprised, some envious, some curious.

But he just returned their gazes with a kind smile, not deliberately remembering anyone.

Because the vast majority of people here, after the end of the training camp, probably wouldn’t have any intersection with him.

There was no need to foster any relationships.

Yan Yibing stayed for a while and then left.

That evening, Sun Tianjiao mysteriously pulled him aside and whispered, “Zuzong, among these kids, there’s a treasure.”

Yan Yibing’s action of sipping his snow-top coffee paused, and he instinctively licked the edge of the straw with his tongue.

“Who?”

Sun Tianjiao: “Han Mo, only sixteen years old this year. Both the coach and I think this person is outstanding and somewhat exceptional.”

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. “A genius?”

Sun Tianjiao: “Yes, a gaming genius.”

Yan Yibing set down his coffee. “Okay, I’ll go take a look tomorrow.”

Anyone who could attend the training camp must have talent in gaming.

Among this talented group, being called a genius meant they were undoubtedly outstanding.

This surname was also quite special, and Yan Yibing secretly remembered this name.

Fans —

【Tsk tsk, a genius, a treasure, so cheesy.】

【Wow, the heart-thumping love story begins!】

【I want to know Han Shen’s expression now. I want to see him blush.】

【You’re thinking too much. Han Shen will only keep a straight face, expressionless, while internally screaming ‘my wife loves me so much.’】

【Thank you, husband.】

【Wife, wife, lu lu lu~】

The next day, Yan Yibing deliberately woke up early, didn’t even eat breakfast, and eagerly rushed to the training camp, wanting to see how this newcomer was such a genius.

He was also in the age of high competitiveness, especially enjoying competing against formidable opponents.

The weather was a bit hot, with over thirty machines running in the training camp, emitting a considerable amount of heat. Even with the central air conditioning on, people still felt irritable from the heat.

Yan Yibing simply didn’t wear the team jersey, just a white short-sleeved shirt.

When he entered, the trainees were fully focused on playing games, all wearing noise-canceling headphones.

Their names were posted on sticky notes on top of the computers, so it wasn’t difficult to find someone.

Han Mo’s seat was facing away from Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing couldn’t help but observe his back.

Although Han Mo was barely seventeen, he wasn’t short. His posture wasn’t particularly straight and regulated; relatively speaking, it was a bit relaxed. The black hoodie tightened slightly against his slightly arched back, revealing a hint of tight muscles, without much excess fat.

His skin was quite fair, with slender fingers lightly resting on the keyboard, the protruding wrist bones emitting a faint white glow from the computer.

The room was hot, and an imperceptible streak of sweat traced down along his ear, winding past the soft cartilage, disappearing into the slightly loose collar.

Han Mo had just entered a game, but the computer screen was anti-glare, so from Yan Yibing’s angle, it was just a big gray area.

Unable to resist, Yan Yibing moved closer, wanting to get a better look.

He stopped by Han Mo’s chair, naturally bending down, positioning his head at almost the same height as Han Mo’s, his gaze focused on the computer screen.

Even though Han Mo was wearing noise-canceling headphones, he still sensed someone being so close to him.

Since the character was still waiting in the spawn area, he tilted his head slightly and unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Yan Yibing’s profile.

In that moment, they were particularly close, as if he could move forward just an inch, and his lips would touch Yan Yibing’s earlobe.

Han Mo stiffened, his back involuntarily straightened, his fingers gripping the mouse tightly, his throat feeling like something was stuck, not daring to move his Adam’s apple.

The air in the room wasn’t great, especially with over thirty men in there and the heat.

But Yan Yibing had a cool, dry scent of mint on him, making one unable to resist wanting to sniff it carefully.

But before he could think any further, Yan Yibing’s eyelids slightly flickered, and he whispered, “Why are you looking at me? Look at the computer.”

Afterwards, Han Mo stiffly turned his head back towards the computer.

The countdown was nearing its end, and he hadn’t even chosen a spot yet; his heartbeat began to accelerate rapidly, and even his blood seemed to be churning.

He started sweating even more profusely.

Yan Yibing focused intently on the screen, completely unaware of the pressure he was putting on the rising star.

And Han Mo, in front of Yan Yibing, indeed couldn’t handle the psychological pressure.

He had barely landed when, before he could even pick up a gun, he was taken out in one shot.

The entire game lasted no more than two hundred seconds.

Yan Yibing: “…”

Han Mo: “…”

Both fell silent one after the other.

After a moment of silence, Han Mo’s delicate and aloof face flushed slightly.

“I… made a mistake.”

Yan Yibing’s sarcasm was about to spill out immediately, but seeing Han Mo’s face, he silently held back his words.

Good-looking people naturally received more understanding from others.

He just assumed Han Mo had indeed made a mistake.

Yan Yibing straightened up, solemnly saying, “Keep up the good work.”

He didn’t have time to watch another round; he turned and left.

Of course, he didn’t see Han Mo’s deep disappointment and longing.

Fans —

【Damn! What a pure-hearted little virgin!】

【Waaah, when Mo Mo was still so cute, Mom missed it!】

【It’s obvious that Han Shen is no longer the innocent little virgin he used to be.】

【How do you know?】

【…Follow Weibo @HanBingCPSupportClub, and you’ll know. They say every time they lock eyes, they end up rolling in the sheets.】

【Are male fans retarded? Fans kowtowing to sugar hyperbole ah fuck!】

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