DSF Chapter 122

Actually, Yan Yibing had some hesitation about making Han Mo his disciple.

He practically laid out the results of the training camp to Han Mo, even bluntly presenting the team’s honest evaluation of Han Mo.

Anyone with a normal IQ could guess that Han Mo was on the path to joining the team.

Yan Yibing was afraid that Han Mo would become arrogant and conceited, and he also feared that Han Mo would become too proud due to special treatment.

So, he intentionally had Sun Tianjiao spread the word that there might be recruitment plans at Zero by the end of the year, and whoever could stay would depend solely on their skills.

Fortunately, Han Mo didn’t show any sense of superiority. He continued to work hard, cautiously, and earnestly as usual.

But there were differences.

Yan Yibing could clearly feel that Han Mo was more willing to communicate with him now.

Previously, he was cold and taciturn, a kid who might not even say fifty words in a day, but now, he could almost be considered talkative in front of him.

This was trust, reliance.

Yan Yibing didn’t have any siblings, only a cousin who was older than him.

It was the first time he felt the subtle joy of taking care of someone and being trusted by someone else.

But this subtle joy only flashed occasionally throughout the day. Most of the time, he was criticizing Han Mo relentlessly.

Han Mo wasn’t a god. Despite his efforts, he still lacked experience, and being used to doing things alone, his sense of cooperation was weak and hard to correct.

Every time Yan Yibing saw him turning duo or squad games into solo plays, he was infuriated, and the target of his kicks changed from Han Mo’s chair to his shins.

Of course, he knew how to keep things in moderation. He didn’t let Han Mo feel insulted but still managed to express his anger fully.

Unfortunately, it had little effect.

Han Mo seemed to have a sense of maturity and composure beyond his years, but in reality, his likes and dislikes were very clear.

For the person he liked, he would cooperate no matter what was asked of him, willing to listen to anything.

But when it came to someone he didn’t like, he wouldn’t even bother giving them a first aid kit in duo matches.

Yan Yibing felt utterly helpless, so he resorted to the most disdainful tactic he had used in school: punishment.

He draped his arm over Han Mo’s shoulder, his eyes fixed on the bleak game interface, with a smirk that was both serious and teasing. “Han Mo, as a pro guiding you personally, if you still don’t understand, there has to be some punishment.”

Han Mo’s eyelashes drooped slightly, then suddenly widened, his shoulders stiffening, his neck unmoving. “What punishment?”

Yan Yibing suppressed the smile on his lips, assuming the role of a master, and said sternly, “If you continue to play poorly, then you’ll have to give me a half-hour massage.”

Massaging was a bit tiring and annoying, something kids of his age would definitely be too lazy to do.

And as Han Mo’s master, asking his disciple to help with a massage wasn’t considered taking advantage of his status to bully someone.

Han Mo’s pupils slightly dilated, his lips subconsciously tightened, and a subtle expression appeared on his face.

Seeing Han Mo like this, Yan Yibing thought he must really dislike the idea, suddenly feeling a bit bored with the whole thing. He might as well have punished him by making him clean the place.

Yan Yibing: “Or—”

Han Mo: “Okay.”

“Huh?”

“Okay, if I play poorly again, I’ll give master a shoulder rub and a leg massage.”

Yan Yibing was speechless.

He vaguely felt that Han Mo didn’t seem to be afraid of massages at all.

When Han Mo actually came to give him a massage because he couldn’t play well, Yan Yibing hesitated a bit.

His room had only been visited by Sun Tianjiao and the former team captain before, and now Han Mo was added to the list.

Thirty square meters of space wasn’t actually large, but two people sitting in the small living room made their presence quite noticeable.

Yan Yibing leaned against the sofa, legs crossed, the neckline of his white T-shirt slightly open, and he casually swirled a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Well,”

Han Mo spoke up, “I’ve learned massage before, and I’m quite good at it.”

Yan Yibing swallowed the words he was about to say, replacing them with a smile. “You’ve learned all sorts of things, haven’t you?”

Han Mo remained composed and replied softly, “One should have many skills.”

Yan Yibing set down the coffee cup and sat up straight, “Alright, from now on, pay more attention and don’t make those basic mistakes again.”

Han Mo obediently nodded.

Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment, then casually took off his jacket, preparing to lie down on the sofa.

Han Mo said, “Master, go to the bed. It’s more comfortable.”

Yan Yibing didn’t think much about it and took three steps to the bedside, sprawling down nonchalantly.

Underneath his jacket was a very thin undershirt.

Through the fabric, one could vaguely see the color of his skin underneath.

The contours of his spine were straight and shallowly recessed, disappearing into the slightly tight jeans.

Yan Yibing’s waist was slim, slender, and flexible. Despite not appearing to exercise, there was not an ounce of fat between his waist and abdomen.

Han Mo subconsciously swallowed, feeling a tightness in his throat.

Even though there was a layer of fabric in between them, it was still too thin. He could reach out and touch Yan Yibing’s warmth.

Ever since he realized his feelings for Yan Yibing, he knew that some sort of desire and longing was inevitable.

Seeing that Yan Yibing hadn’t moved behind him for a while, he tilted his head curiously and asked, “What’s wrong?”

He twisted his neck slightly, his earlobe pressing against his jawbone, a soft shade of pink.

“Nothing.”

Han Mo snapped out of it and placed his hand on Yan Yibing’s shoulder.

Yan Yibing spent a considerable amount of time practicing while sitting in a chair every day, and his shoulder muscles were a bit stiff, a sign of overuse.

But fortunately, he was young and recovered quickly, so it wasn’t too uncomfortable.

To loosen the tense muscles, Han Mo had to use a bit of force.

So he pressed down with the palm of his hand onto Yan Yibing’s right shoulder.

Yan Yibing, caught off guard, let out a sudden “Ah” in pain.

Then he took a sharp intake of breath, his voice faint and soft.

Han Mo lightly bit his lip, his eyes as deep as ink.

He couldn’t help but gently stroke the back of Yan Yibing’s head, the movement almost qualifying as a caress.

His voice was somewhat constrained and brief: “Does it hurt?”

Yan Yibing didn’t even notice Han Mo’s unusual behavior, squinting his eyes, resembling a lazy white cat. “No, it’s fine.”

Yan Yibing didn’t actually let Han Mo massage him for a full hour; he ended it after just over ten minutes as a gesture.

Before Han Mo could fully react to the sensation from earlier, Yan Yibing sat up abruptly and spoke seriously: “You need to make fewer mistakes in the future, understand?”

Han Mo’s gaze unconsciously fell to the slightly reddened neck where he had pinched Yan Yibing. The handprint left there seemed particularly ambiguous against the fair skin, and Yan Yibing’s pulse beat quietly beneath the surface, as if responding to something.

Mumbling, Han Mo said, “Understood.”

But after this incident, Yan Yibing noticed that Han Mo’s behavior was a bit peculiar.

He always performed exceptionally well in the early stages of training, and then just when Yan Yibing was about to leave satisfied, he would suddenly make a critical mistake that Yan Yibing particularly disliked. This would anger Yan Yibing, who would scold him, only to have Han Mo meekly say, “I didn’t play well, I accept the punishment.”

Yan Yibing found himself lacking in temper due to Han Mo’s apologetic attitude. But as time went on, he also felt something was amiss.

After a massage session, Han Mo habitually ran his fingers through Yan Yibing’s soft hair. Initially puzzled, Yan Yibing eventually just went along with it.

As Han Mo stood up from the bedside, Yan Yibing turned to him, one hand propping up his chin, lips curling into a faint smile. “Little brother, do you enjoy giving me massages?”

Han Mo’s movements stiffened for a moment, then he responded with a puzzled look.

Yan Yibing squinted at him. “I feel like you shouldn’t make certain mistakes even if you close your eyes. Are you deliberately provoking me?”

He was just teasing Han Mo, maintaining a friendly tone as if speaking to a friend, even though it was outside of working hours.

At that moment, he thought Han Mo was just grateful to him and willing to repay him. However, years later, Yan Yibing realized where Han Mo’s intentions truly lay.

Han Mo simply wanted to be with him.

Han Mo shook his head. “No, I’m just not strong enough. I’ll pay more attention in the future.”

Yan Yibing withdrew his gaze, sat up lazily, crossed his legs, and put on his jacket.

He felt his pocket and found his cigarettes were gone.

“Ugh, who stole my cigarettes again.”

Han Mo couldn’t help asking, “Are cigarettes good?”

Yan Yibing casually replied, “They’re okay…” He paused, then added seriously, “But you’re not allowed to smoke. It’s bad for your health.”

Han Mo frowned, finding Yan Yibing’s words unconvincing. “Then why do you smoke?”

Yan Yibing looked embarrassed but explained, “There was a period of time when I was quite upset and had no way to relieve it, so I learned. I was young then, and if I had known better, I wouldn’t have learned.”

He was referring to the time when he felt guilty for being chosen by Zero while Liang Hefeng was left behind. Feeling sorry for his friend, he turned to smoking as a coping mechanism.

Han Mo said, “Then I’ll try not to smoke.”

Yan Yibing chuckled helplessly. “What do you mean ‘try’? You’re not allowed to smoke.”

Han Mo replied, “What if I also have something very upsetting?”

Yan Yibing lightly pushed him. “What upsetting thing can you have when you’re ranked first?”

Han Mo chuckled softly but remained silent.

However, years later, after an incident, Yan Yibing wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm his agitated emotions. His hand holding the cigarette was shaking a bit, but before he could light it, Han Mo took it away.

“No smoking allowed.”

Shocked by Han Mo’s control over him, after three hours of intense confrontation where nothing he said worked, Yan Yibing exclaimed, “You’re stopping me?”

“Smoking is bad for your health. Master doesn’t have any really bothersome issues anymore. From now on, quit smoking.”

Yan Yibing: “…”

Yan Yibing: “When I was telling you not to smoke, why didn’t you listen?”

Han Mo: “Because you didn’t set a good example. Now that I’m stopping you, I’ll quit too.”

Yan Yibing: “Damn.”

When it came to self-discipline, he was far inferior to Han Mo.

Han Mo, this kind of person, once he decided to quit, he wouldn’t even touch a cigarette even if it were rubbed with chili powder and whipped onto his body with a leather whip.

In just a few short years, Yan Yibing went from saying whatever he wanted to do to feeling guilty about smoking a cigarette.

And Little Beast, from obediently following orders and listening to everything, had turned into the dog he was now.

What a world.

Gradually, everyone in the team knew that Han Mo was Yan Yibing’s disciple, so they didn’t treat him as an outsider.

Han Mo’s range of activities in the club expanded rapidly. Anywhere he wanted to go, no one stopped him.

Even during team meetings to discuss tactics, he was allowed to listen in.

But Han Mo knew his place, so he never voiced his opinions.

He just sat behind Yan Yibing, dressed in black, keeping his presence to a minimum. Only when Yan Yibing needed something, he would promptly hand it over.

Yan Yibing knew Han Mo well, so he was quite cocky during that time.

At that time, everyone in the league knew that Yan Yibing had taken in a good disciple. Not only was he excellent in competition, but he was also particularly obedient and sensible.

【Zero Yan Yibing: Comrades, feeling tired from training? Do you have a disciple to help with massages? Yu Gou? Little Chen?】

【CNG Yu Yan: …. 】

【AXE Chen Chi: ….】

【Zero Yan Yibing: Hahaha, right, you two are still rookies, can’t possibly have a disciple. Hey, where’s your captain? Qi Feng? Hello?】

【CNG Yu Yan: Let’s kick him out.】

【CNG Lu Jianghe: Agreed.】

【AXE Chen Chi: Does having a disciple warrant bragging rights? Do you have a girlfriend?】

Han Mo sat behind Yan Yibing, and with a glance, he could see Yan Yibing’s phone screen.

Seeing Chen Chi’s message, his heart fluttered slightly, and he instinctively looked at Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing snorted lightly and typed.

【Zero Yan Yibing: There will be eventually, no rush.】

Han Mo breathed a sigh of relief, almost spraying his breath onto Yan Yibing’s neck.

【AXE Chen Chi: Tsk tsk, almost twenty-two and still a virgin, look at Yu Yan, found himself a tall, beautiful girlfriend at sixteen.】

【CNG Yu Yan: Keep it low-key.】

【Zero Yan Yibing: So what, he’s still a virgin, right?】

【CNG Yu Yan: Hehe, Dad is busy with his career, besides, isn’t that something for later?】

【Zero Yan Yibing: Are you sure it’s not kidney deficiency?】

【CNG Yu Yan: Your old man doesn’t have kidney deficiency, us eighteen-year-olds shouldn’t have it either.】

【Zero Yan Yibing: Your dad says thanks for the five times in one night.】

【CNG Yu Yan: Dream on.】

Han Mo furrowed his brows slightly and murmured, “Five times in one night?”

Only then did Yan Yibing remember that Han Mo was sitting behind him.

His face reddened slightly, and he reached out to cover Han Mo’s eyes. “Underage kids shouldn’t read these dirty jokes.”

Han Mo slightly tilted his head back to avoid Yan Yibing’s hand, his eyelids drooping slightly, forming a small crease, as he whispered, “Can you really do it five times in one night?”

With so much pressure in his life, he hardly had time to consider such questions. Normally, he barely even used his right hand.

But he was almost seventeen now, and he had already developed fully.

Yan Yibing felt a bit embarrassed by his question but still vaguely replied, “Well, when you’re young and healthy, you probably can. This, you know, it’s about a man’s dignity.”

Han Mo nodded thoughtfully, “A man’s dignity.”

Yan Yibing patted his shoulder, speaking earnestly, “You don’t have to worry about that now. When you grow up and have a girlfriend, then you can strive for it.”

Han Mo lifted his eyelids, gazing at Yan Yibing intently. “Strive for it? Is this something you have to practice too?”

Yan Yibing looked at him with a ‘why are you so innocent’ expression. “Of course, for the comfort of the other party, the more practice, the better. Hey, why am I even telling you this? Focus on your career now, you’re still young.”

Yan Yibing’s words went in one ear and out the other, he had no idea that Han Mo had engraved these ‘words of wisdom’ into his mind.

The more, the better.

A man’s dignity.

Strive for it.

Three years later, Yan Yibing was dripping with sweat, his body weak, his knees trembling as he fled into the bathroom.

“You’re truly a beast! What obsession do you have with the number five!”

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