DSF Chapter 119

The new nickname Yan Yibing gave to Han Mo was somewhat meaningful.

He added the prefix “zero” to Han Mo’s name, signifying his affiliation with the team.

It’s not like he immediately wanted to sign Han Mo; it’s just that, based on his rational analysis, the probability of Han Mo staying was basically a hundred percent given his current level.

Adding the team prefix in advance also saved him the cost of a name change card.

Of course, he didn’t tell Han Mo about his thoughts. If Han Mo understood his somewhat ambiguous favoritism, he might work even harder. If he didn’t, it didn’t matter. After all, he was still a kid under seventeen; how could he understand people’s hearts so well?

After teasing Han Mo, Yan Yibing waved to the other trainees before leaving. Just before leaving, he seemed to remember something and asked, “Who’s the player with the username ‘song’?”

Song Tang weakly raised his hand. “Me, it’s me.”

Yan Yibing nodded with a smile. “You played well.”

After saying that, he left casually, the whole process not exceeding ten minutes.

However, he didn’t expect that his visit this time would have a huge impact on the entire training camp.

Sun Tianjiao chuckled and said a few words of advice, then followed Yan Yibing.

After the two left, the trainees began to discuss.

“Chemical Formula turned out to be Bing Shen. No wonder he’s so good.”

“I feel like he can easily win the chicken dinner, truly a god. I thought I was doing pretty well, but I can’t compete with him at all.”

“Ah, if only I had known Bing Shen was coming, I would have performed better.”

“I envy those two who were named, especially Han Mo. Bing Shen must have noticed him.”

“Hehe, who made him really strong? Being bad at esports is the original sin.”

“Han Mo will definitely be able to stay this time. Maybe even make it into the first team.”

“It’s impossible for him to join the first team immediately. He’ll definitely have to train with the second team first and prove himself. Bing Shen even scolded him before, saying he didn’t play well.”

“Yes, Bing Shen scolded him pretty harshly.”

Han Mo himself ignored the discussions around him. He sat in the gaming chair, wearing headphones, with his eyes slightly raised, his gaze fixed on the nickname on his gaming interface.

Perhaps he had been looking at it for too long; the computer screen automatically went to sleep.

He woke up suddenly and then moved the mouse, couldn’t help but lower his head, and gently tugged at the corner of his lips.

He wasn’t someone who particularly liked to express emotions. His complicated life experiences had made him relatively distant from others.

Others’ perceptions of him were that he was handsome but aloof, difficult to approach.

He had no intention of changing that perception.

In his eyes, there was only training, effort, and becoming stronger. Only in training could he clear his troubles and focus solely on doing what he loved.

But today.

He experienced long-lost joy.

Threads of happiness flowed in like warm currents, slowly filling every crevice between his bones, permeating every part of his body.

A huge surge of energy surged through his blood, rushing through his nerve endings like wildfire.

His heart raced wildly, sweating profusely. Amidst his cold expression, there was a hint of awkward shyness.

He liked it.

Even if he got scolded, he still liked it.

As long as it was him.

Han Mo felt immensely grateful for his usual efforts and the bit of talent that came not easily, allowing Yan Yibing to come to his side today, bringing with him that refreshing and pleasant scent of lemon.

Sun Tianjiao caught up with Yan Yibing and whispered in his ear, “You added a prefix to Han Mo’s nickname.”

Yan Yibing replied casually, “Yeah, don’t you want him?”

Sun Tianjiao said, “Of course I do.”

Yan Yibing shrugged, “It was just a slip of the hand. I thought ‘momo’ was too plain, so I added it.”

Sun Tianjiao frowned, “Do you know what that scene just now was like?”

Yan Yibing turned to him, puzzled, “Huh?”

Sun Tianjiao said, “It’s like the head teacher coming to the class personally, selecting the two students with the best exam scores to be the class monitor and the class committee member. I’m afraid Han Mo and Song Tang will feel isolated, which wouldn’t be good for them.”

Yan Yibing stopped in his tracks and asked seriously, “So your school teachers don’t choose class monitors because they’re afraid others will envy them? Or do other students not know who has the best exam scores?”

Sun Tianjiao replied, “Uh… no, that’s not the case.”

Yan Yibing continued, “So, in any competitive environment, don’t blame others for being too outstanding; blame yourself for not being strong enough.”

Sun Tianjiao smiled and said, “I understand what you mean. I’m just looking out for them.”

Yan Yibing turned back, put a hand on his shoulder, and gently pressed, “I scolded him too, so it doesn’t look like I’m showing favoritism.”

Sun Tianjiao said, “Oh, I see.”

Yan Yibing corrected himself, “But I really like talented players.”

Sun Tianjiao replied, “Hmm, who doesn’t?”

Fans’ Reactions—

【No favoritism? Why do I feel so favored!】

【The word “favoritism” really gets me going, tsk tsk.】

【So, the reason Han Shen was always scolded was because of this? Oh, even getting scolded feels sweet now.】

【Male fans are jealous too, especially coming over to see me, adding the team name for me, I might fall for Bing Shen too.】

【Damn, danger! Do I have the potential to turn gay?】

【Four-legged scramble! Straight guys in danger! Brothers, I suggest we withdraw from the interview!】

Hardworking, unassuming, practices whenever he has time, intelligent, corrects mistakes very quickly.

No one would dislike such a newcomer.

But what Yan Yibing valued most was Han Mo’s talent.

His own professional career was going smoothly, with a bit of a lack of opponents in the professional circle.

But he was currently at a peak of competitiveness, hoping for a few opponents to emerge and challenge his position, to threaten his tactical level.

With nothing better to do, he could cultivate one himself.

Yan Yibing lazily leaned back on the sofa, reaching out to pick up the orange on the folding table.

He tore open the orange peel along the knife lines, carefully removing the outer pulp. But as he was about to peel the orange, the fruit burst open, juice splattering out, and the segments collapsed and softened where he applied force.

Frowning with distaste, he threw the orange back and grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands.

From then on, Yan Yibing always liked to stroll around the training camp.

The main reason he went was to see how the little seedling Han Mo was growing, whether it was leaning, and if it needed timely fertilization.

But since he was going, he would also take the opportunity to guide other players, like Song Tang.

Song Tang was also very good, steadfast, serious, and had a stable temperament.

For others, Yan Yibing had less time.

After all, he wasn’t a coach, nor was he directly responsible for the training camp.

He was just using his own time to contribute here.

As for whom he wanted to contribute to, it depended on his mood.

Yan Yibing quickly noticed that Han Mo detested the monitoring system.

Every time he went to supervise Han Mo playing a game, Han Mo would definitely play terribly, which was unbearable to watch.

Then, Yan Yibing would fall silent, and Han Mo would apologize.

Yan Yibing would scold him a few times out of frustration.

After noticing this pattern, Yan Yibing finally couldn’t help it and called Han Mo to his own rest room for a private talk.

“What’s going on? You can’t perform well when I’m around, but you can win when I’m not? Are you uncomfortable with me?”

Han Mo’s throat rolled lightly, his jaw tensed, a faint blue vein protruding slightly, and his slightly immature profile showed faint traces in the slanting sunlight, as if a brush lightly swept, leaving behind a hint of hidden emotion.

“Can’t speak?” Yan Yibing asked, raising an eyebrow while casually spinning a smooth orange in his hand.

“When you’re around, I get nervous, and my focus isn’t entirely on the game,” Han Mo replied slowly, his voice low.

Perhaps it was the end of his voice changing period, giving his voice a mature and sensual quality beyond his age.

Yan Yibing was taken aback and couldn’t help but draw a parallel. It was probably like feeling nervous when the invigilator stood beside you during an exam.

But he didn’t, because he had excellent grades when he was a student, so he didn’t care if the principal came by.

But he had heard a lot of classmates complain about having invigilators standing behind them, which would scare their minds blank.

Yan Yibing teased, “So, you mean I have to be around you more so you can adapt, right? Otherwise, you won’t be able to perform well when we play together in the future?”

Han Mo’s dark eyes sparkled slightly, and he asked back, “Is that okay?”

Yan Yibing paused for a moment, chuckled, and said, “Are you serious? You can’t play well unless I’m there to help you adapt?”

Han Mo finally realized that Yan Yibing was joking, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, his lips forming a faint white line.

“Do you know my time is valuable? Why should I?” Yan Yibing said.

Han Mo’s eyes narrowed slightly, his eyelashes drooping dejectedly, and the light and shadow flickered lightly on his face. “I…”

He was thinking about how to apologize when Yan Yibing suddenly raised his hand and threw the orange he was playing with over.

Han Mo, trained for a long time in games, subconsciously caught it in his palm.

“Peel this orange for me. Don’t let the pulp drip,” Yan Yibing instructed.

Han Mo obediently took the orange, applying a slight force with his fingers to squeeze it. “Okay.”

Yan Yibing lazily lifted an eyelid. “Peel it well, and we’ll play duos later tonight.”

Han Mo suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

It was the first time Yan Yibing had been stared at so warmly and openly, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable as he scratched his earlobe awkwardly. “What are you looking at? Peel it.”

Ah.

It’s not easy to cultivate this little seedling.

It also takes time to accompany him to heal his stress-induced nervousness.

Fans’ Comments—

【Even if I plant a cactus at home, I still need to water it occasionally, and you’re planting a husband, so of course you’ll need to spend time on it!】

【Here come the prince fans looking for a fight again? Thanks for your concern, but I’ll stick to planting a wife instead!】

【A straight guy’s question: why are there so many demands just to peel an orange? Workplace hidden rules?】

【This male fan, that’s called a small couple’s affair, you’re single, right?】

【This straight guy just say he’ll left the interview a moment ago, and he’s still listening?】

【I’m not sure why people are interested, but my female colleague asked me to help repair her computer, and I gave her an explanation of the difference between software development and computer repair.】

【…Have you ever considered that maybe you’re not interested in women?】

Yan Yibing didn’t expect Han Mo to have talent in peeling oranges as well.

After washing his hands, Han Mo lightly scored the intact orange a few times, then tore off the outer peel meticulously. After cleaning the white pulp, he used his nails to lightly make a cut between the orange segments, then slowly pulled them apart without breaking the fruit.

Yan Yibing took it and silently ate a piece.

It was the form he was most satisfied with—clean and neat, without any mess.

He couldn’t help but praise, “Not bad. Peel oranges for me often from now on.”

“As long as Bing Shen likes it.”

Grabbing a tissue, Han Mo wiped his hands. His joints protruded slightly, and the contours of his fingers were very attractive.

Yan Yibing felt embarrassed to eat all of them himself, especially since Han Mo had painstakingly peeled it.

Moreover, the little seedling seemed very introverted, keeping all emotions buried inside, which could easily lead to emotional stagnation.

Yan Yibing stood up, plucked a segment of orange, and walked up to Han Mo.

“Open your mouth.”

Han Mo moved his lips hesitantly, his thin lips slightly parted, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the inside of his teeth.

Yan Yibing cleanly stuffed the segment of orange into Han Mo’s mouth.

“It’s imported from Australia. Have a taste.”

Han Mo’s eyes trembled fiercely, and his chest felt like it was being pounded by some unfamiliar emotion. That emotion became stronger and stronger, causing his heart to tremble uncontrollably.

He bit into the orange, slowly consuming it. The cool orange juice slid down his throat, temporarily soothing the uncontrollable restlessness within him.

Yan Yibing looked into Han Mo’s eyes, as if waiting for feedback on the orange he had carefully chosen, and asked, “Is it sweet?”

Han Mo’s mind went blank, not knowing what he was being asked. He just felt a barely perceptible cool breeze accompanying Yan Yibing’s fingertip as it passed by.

He murmured, “Sweet.”

Yan Yibing’s lips curved satisfactorily. “See, I picked it.”

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