Yan Yibing had nothing to do in the evening, so he scrolled through the girl’s Moments on WeChat.
After looking at more than ten of them, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Impressive.”
She was truly an elite and the epitome of a high-quality lifestyle bot.
Fitness, golf, horseback riding, having afternoon tea at the top floor cafe in the CBD area, and many check-ins at well-known foreign landmarks.
However, her comments on these famous places were quite plain, as if each place had disappointed her—just so-so.
Yan Yibing’s family conditions were also good, but he didn’t live such an elegant life.
His Moments were filled with competitions, games, games, competitions, and occasionally a post about the team gathering for dinner and drinks.
He used to think he was a very refined person, placing importance on the quality of life. It turned out he was only like that within the esports circle.
WeChat was added at the insistence of Mama Yan.
He added according to the request but didn’t bother afterward.
About seven or eight hours later, the other party finally accepted the friend request.
Yan Yibing checked the WeChat name, [Leng Yinyue], and pondered for a while before remembering who it was.
After accepting, the other party didn’t initiate a conversation. Obviously, she was waiting for him to start. But Yan Yibing didn’t know what to say to a stranger, so he simply put his phone down.
All he could think about was Han Mo.
Han Mo was even more shrewd than he had imagined. In just one day of accompanying him, he discovered something fishy but still lured him into playing for a day, leaving him with no rewards today.
Thinking about this, Yan Yibing lost interest in going on a blind date tomorrow.
The next afternoon, Yan Yibing woke up and, under his mom’s guidance, went to the stylist to get his hair done.
Sitting in the chair, the stylist pressed his face, studying it in the mirror for a moment.
“Your hair is a bit long, making you look less strong. Your mom said this girl likes a sunny and sporty type. How about I cut it for you?” the stylist suggested.
Yan Yibing’s eyelids drooped a bit, glancing at his phone while saying, “No need.”
He had no feelings for the other party, so why change in the direction she liked?
The stylist could tell at a glance that this was the reaction of someone forced into a blind date by their parents.
Understanding, the stylist nodded, “Then let me apply some hair gel to set the style. But it can only last for a day. If you have a date afterward, you’ll need to redo it.”
Yan Yibing put away his phone and looked into the mirror, saying, “A day is enough.”
After finishing the styling, it was already past five. He had agreed to meet the girl at seven, as she had a yoga class.
His mom had prepared a black casual suit for him, making him look formal but not too serious. The suit was tailored, and modified according to his body.
He was relatively slim, and his muscles weren’t particularly prominent. Western-style clothes couldn’t support him well, and the original trousers were a bit short.
After adjustments, the suit trousers perfectly wrapped around his hips and legs, snugly tightening at the narrow waistline.
The white silk shirt was tucked into the suit trousers, the soft fabric adhering to his flexible shoulder blades.
He hadn’t gone to college because of his professional gaming career. To make him appear cultured, Mama Yan even insisted he wear a pair of gold-framed glasses.
His mother watched with satisfaction and praised, “Looks good. You’re lucky to have this face because of me!”
Yan Yibing always knew he was handsome, but hearing his mom boast in a roundabout way, he couldn’t help but find it amusing.
“Whether it’s handsome or not is a small matter; being skilled is what matters.”
Mama Yan immediately warned with a serious face, “Let me tell you, don’t talk to her about games. She’s a disciplined girl who never plays games. Talk more about other interests, hobbies, overseas trips.”
“Okay, okay, I know.” Yan Yibing half-closed his eyes and responded nonchalantly.
The appointment was at seven, but his mother said that as a boy, he must arrive early.
Yan Yibing had to leave at six-thirty.
The nearest place to his home was a Caribbean-style cafe. It was said that the coffee was directly shipped from the Blue Mountain in Jamaica, expensive and with limited quantity, supposedly selling only a thousand cups a day.
Yan Yibing stood at the entrance of the cafe, taking a deep breath.
People in their line of high-intensity training were not suitable for dating.
Although he had fantasized about the sweetness of a relationship, the potential friction could easily affect the mood for training.
Human energy is limited, and esports is a time-consuming and demanding profession.
Originally, he had planned to retire and then gradually resume studying, date, but because of Han Mo’s departure, this plan never took shape.
Yan Yibing raised his hand and pushed open the wooden door.
With a gentle creak, he stepped into the cafe.
The high-end cafe had excellent service. As soon as he entered, a waiter greeted him with a smile.
“Sir, do you have a reservation?”
Yan Yibing casually glanced around the cafe, “Yes…”
His voice trailed off, and his expression gradually stiffened.
He saw a familiar figure, head down, playing with the phone in his hand.
The man was dressed in loose straight overalls with large pockets, sporting a pair of aggressively styled black combat boots. On his upper body, he wore an emerald green baseball jersey, and around his waist, a wide leather belt gleamed with a cold luster under the lights
As usual, in dark colors, with a cold expression, untamed and rebellious.
Han Mo.
How could he be here?
Yan Yibing was dumbfounded, almost forgetting why he came.
Once upon a time, when he saw Han Mo, all he needed to do was keep a straight face, stay silent, and treat him as if he were air. But ever since the incident with pretending to be a female fan, he felt a bit uneasy around Han Mo.
Waiter: “Sir? If you don’t have a reservation, you can only sit at the long table over there.”
Yan Yibing snapped back to reality and licked his lips, “I do have a reservation. My last name is Yan.”
The waiter flipped through the book and raised an eyebrow, “Please follow me.”
Saying that, he led Yan Yibing to the seat on the front left of Han Mo.
There were small candles lit on the table, and two roses were placed there.
Yan Yibing: “…”
The thought of being set up on a blind date next to Han Mo made him feel awkward.
He was eager to know why Han Mo was here, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn’t figure out how to greet him.
Since Han Mo hadn’t looked up all this time, they could just pretend not to have seen each other.
Yan Yibing consciously nestled into the innermost seat, trying to stay as far away from Han Mo as possible.
He ordered a cup of coffee for himself and then kept facing away, engrossed in his phone.
He posted a Weibo update —
@ZeroYanYibing: Unlucky, hoping it’s not the unluckiest day.
He had seven million followers on Weibo, and each interaction usually garnered about ten to twenty thousand active fans, equivalent to a minor celebrity in the entertainment industry.
As soon as he posted, the replies started pouring in.
【So rich and still unlucky, then do I even have a life?】
【Bing Shen, good luck in PCL. You must maintain your performance. Fans from certain teams have been too outrageous lately, and the brothers can’t take it anymore.】
【Why did Lei Ming leave? Why did Lei Ming leave? I quite liked him. Any explanations?】
【Posting without pictures is just being a rogue.】
【Bing Shen, have you heard of Murphy’s Law? Don’t talk nonsense…】
Yan Yibing selected replies carefully.
“Being rich has nothing to do with being unlucky. Even if you’re poor, you can still be happy.”
“PCL is practicing and practicing. If it weren’t for PCL we wouldn’t be so unlucky.”
“Lei Ming made his own choice; you can ask him.”
“No pictures, use your imagination.”
“Stop jinxing, Murphy’s Law isn’t used like that.”
He played with his phone for a whole hour. At 7:30, his blind date arrived fashionably late.
Leng Yinyue appeared eye-catching, wearing a figure-hugging cocktail dress and carrying a GG Marmont series small stitched shoulder bag.
Just like the style she showcased on her social media, it exuded elegance, grace, and a fashionable vibe.
She had seen photos of Yan Yibing before, so her gaze immediately fixed on him.
She walked over, sat down gracefully, and casually said, “Sorry, got stuck in traffic.”
Yan Yibing put down his phone and smiled.
He knew Leng Yinyue intentionally arrived late; it was a way to test the other person during a blind date.
But Yan Yibing wasn’t interested in her, so her tardiness was a bit irritating.
Nevertheless, he remained polite, “What would you like to drink?”
Glancing at the menu, Leng Yinyue complained, “Although this place has a good reputation, the coffee beans are still a bit mixed. It’s not as pure as the one I drink at a shop in the Cayman Islands.”
Yan Yibing smirked, “Oh.”
While Leng Yinyue chose her coffee, he sneakily glanced at Han Mo.
Han Mo hardly moved from his position, and even the coffee on his table had gone cold. He kept his head down, engaged in who knows what.
Leng Yinyue looked up, “I’ll have a classic Blue Mountain, no sugar. I’ve been cutting down on sugar lately.”
Yan Yibing rang the bell to summon the waiter and ordered a Blue Mountain for Leng Yinyue.
Leng Yinyue sat upright, her forearms on the table, and said reservedly, “You look better than I imagined.”
Yan Yibing raised an eyebrow, “Thank you.”
After waiting for a moment and realizing Yan Yibing had no intention of returning the compliment, her face fell a little.
She wasn’t very satisfied with Yan Yibing’s profession because esports was a youth-dependent occupation. She couldn’t imagine what esports players could do after turning thirty.
However, Yan Yibing fit her aesthetic standards with a good-looking face and long legs. Moreover, he was reputedly quite famous, at least among gamers who regarded him as a great god.
“My mom says you have a good temper, never argue with people, and are patient,” Leng Yinyue probed.
Yan Yibing’s lips twitched, “Average. It depends on who I’m dealing with. I’m more patient with fans because the team needs support. I’m stricter with teammates, not much patience there.”
Leng Yinyue asked, “How about a girlfriend?”
Yan Yibing stole another glance at Han Mo, nonchalantly saying, “Never had a girlfriend, so I don’t know.”
Leng Yinyue said, “I know gamers often have competitions and are busy. But if you were in a relationship, could you spare some time for a two-person world?”
Sipping his coffee, Yan Yibing moistened his lips, “How much time are we talking about?”
Leng Yinyue said, “I love horseback riding and golf, occasionally I practice shooting. I hope my boyfriend has diverse hobbies. If not, at least he’s willing to learn.”
Yan Yibing lowered his almond-shaped eyes, his thin eyelids trembling slightly as he curled his lips, “Sorry, we train for at least eight hours every day, plus meals, sleep, reviewing games, and the schedule. There really isn’t much time to cultivate other hobbies.”
Leng Yinyue was a bit disappointed. “So, you’re not willing to compromise for love?”
Yan Yibing replied, “I’m young; I have to prioritize my career.”
In his heart, he wondered, “What does it have to do with you that I should compromise for you?”
Leng Yinyue followed his gaze and asked, “Who have you been looking at? You seem a bit distracted, as if you’re in a hurry to leave.”
Yan Yibing paused and immediately retracted his gaze, vaguely saying, “It’s nothing, just an acquaintance.”
Leng Yinyue glanced in the direction of Han Mo.
Han Mo looked extremely impatient, furrowing his brows, with a cold expression that didn’t match the slow-paced atmosphere of the place.
Although this person had a cold face, he was handsome. His style was different from Yan Yibing’s delicate and exquisite appearance.
After observing for a moment, Leng Yinyue smiled. “I understand. Bring him over.”
Yan Yibing asked, “?”
Yan Yibing was bewildered. “Why should I call him over?”
Leng Yinyue said, “He’s sitting there alone and can’t hear anything, plus he looks bored.”
Yan Yibing furrowed his brow. “Why should I let him hear?”
Leng Yinyue directly beckoned, signaling towards Han Mo, “Hey handsome, come over.”
Yan Yibing was frightened, breaking into a cold sweat, and quickly reached out to stop her. “Don’t. I’m not familiar with him!”
In his panic, he grabbed Leng Yinyue’s wrist.
What Han Mo saw when he looked up was this scene. Yan Yibing holding a woman’s hand tightly, almost lifting himself off the chair.
His gaze fixed firmly on Yan Yibing’s hand, his eyes deep, his fingers unconsciously pressed hard, causing the nails to turn white.
Han Mo pushed away the coffee on the table, stood up, strode forward with long legs, and walked toward Yan Yibing.
His eyes moved from Yan Yibing’s fair fingers to the neck covered by a silk shirt. His eyelids trembled, and he sneered, “What a coincidence, Bing Shen.”
Yan Yibing closed his eyes for a moment, withdrawing his hand, feeling a bit of a headache.
He stiffly said, “Captain Han, what are you doing here?”
Leng Yinyue couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You two don’t need to pretend. I can see through it.”
Yan Yibing was speechless, wondering what she had seen.
Did she see that we have a grudge? Does Han Mo’s look mean he wants to kill me?
Leng Yinyue said, “Since your friend is here, I’ll call my girlfriend over too. She’s been waiting behind for a long time, getting anxious because she can’t hear. In blind dates, everyone invites friends to help look around; it’s normal.”
Yan Yibing, “…”
You’ve really misunderstood.
“Blind date,” Han Mo murmured lightly, then sat unceremoniously beside Yan Yibing. “Bing Shen is more or less my master. I also want to see what the future master’s wife looks like.”
Yan Yibing frowned, and somewhat threateningly shouted, “Han Mo.”
He was getting a bit angry.
Even if Han Mo hated him and wanted to humiliate him, he should consider the occasion. There were outsiders present, and there was no need for them to share in his embarrassment.
Han Mo glanced at Yan Yibing and said calmly, “This is the tone you use when talking to me.”
Yan Yibing asked, “???”
From Han Mo’s tone, there was a hint of indifference mixed with a bit of grievance.
What could Han Mo be aggrieved about? He was the one disturbed during a blind date, he should be the more aggrieved one!
Soon, another girl ran over to the other side of the coffee shop. She waved to Leng Yinyue and said, “Why did you call me over? I said I wouldn’t disturb you. I’ve been listening on my phone.”
Yan Yibing secretly sneered; it turned out that Leng Yinyue’s phone had been on call all along.
Leng Yinyue said, “It’s okay. He brought friends too. Let’s all sit down and chat together.”
Yan Yibing sighed.
He was just a foot away from Han Mo, but he still felt a chilling coldness around him.
Han Mo’s resentment towards him was growing stronger. In the past, he could still pretend, but now, he wasn’t even willing to pretend anymore.
Yan Yibing vaguely remembered that scar removal ointment.
He had used it up a long time ago, but for some reason, he never threw it away; it remained in the drawer.
Now he wondered, was that scar removal ointment really bought by Han Mo?
Could Han Mo be so kind-hearted?
The new girl was not reserved at all. She sneakily glanced at Han Mo, blushed, and then turned to Yan Yibing.
“Ahem, there are some things Yueyue finds inconvenient to say, so I’ll say it on her behalf.”
“Yueyue is an exceptionally kind girl. She usually helps stray cats and dogs, so we hope you’re a compassionate person too, willing to join her in charity work.”
Yan Yibing apologized, “I’m sorry…”
Before he could finish, Han Mo interjected, “He’s allergic to cat fur.”
Yan Yibing was startled, and the rest of his words got stuck in his throat.
Han Mo indeed knew more about his quirks than his own mother.
The girl frowned, “Well, there’s nothing we can do about that. Also, Yueyue has been a little princess since childhood. She has many habits, and she particularly dislikes hardship. So when she has a cold, you should give her something sweet to drink.”
Yan Yibing lowered his gaze to the pure black coffee in front of Leng Yinyue, and fell into deep thought.
Han Mo, running his fingers over Yan Yibing’s coffee cup, said slowly, “I advise you that if you catch a cold, it’s better to go to the hospital. You may not be able to survive if you let him take care of you.”
Yan Yibing: “…”
He knew Han Mo was referring to the incident when he drank alcohol after taking cephalosporin.
But that was an accident. Under normal circumstances, he could still take the right medicine.
The girl seemed a bit dissatisfied, pouting, “Yueyue’s waist isn’t in good condition due to dancing. It would be great if you could help her with massages. She loves snacks, so you should always replenish her snack stash. These are all ways to show your love for her.”
Yan Yibing raised an eyebrow, curious, “Is this love?”
He was perplexed for a moment.
Han Mo sneered, sarcastically saying, “Bing Shen, do you remember that I did all these things for you?”
Yan Yibing: “…”
He nervously swallowed a gulp of saliva.
It was true.
Han Mo had either voluntarily or involuntarily done all these things for him. Now, thinking about it, he realized he had been a bit too much. He shouldn’t have ordered him around like that even if he was his disciple.
Leng Yinyue scolded her best friend, “Darling, saying that makes me sound so delicate.”
Yan Yibing raised an eyebrow.
Delicate?
Oh, so he’s considered delicate.
After finishing a cup of coffee, Leng Yinyue came straight to the point, asking, “Mr. Yan, I wonder what you think of me?”
Han Mo had been staring at Yan Yibing, and Yan Yibing felt a chill down his spine.
Yan Yibing smiled gently and kindly said, “Miss Leng, you’re outstanding and very beautiful. I do like you, but, you see, I can’t meet your expectations. Team training keeps me busy, and I might not have time to accompany you, so…”
He could only politely decline.
Leng Yinyue wasn’t his cup of tea in various aspects, and he couldn’t handle her.
Leng Yinyue said, “Understood. I also feel that we might not be very compatible in various aspects. I don’t know your hobbies, and you don’t know mine. Let’s reconsider. My sisters and I have other matters to attend to. How about splitting the bill?”
Yan Yibing stopped her, “How can I let you pay? I’ll take care of it; you’re busy.”
He knew in his heart that this blind date had also ended in failure, and he would have to endure his mother’s nagging again when he got home.
Leng Yinyue didn’t refuse either, nodded, and walked away with her best friend.
The two whispered to each other, discussing who knows what.
As soon as Leng Yinyue left, Yan Yibing’s face turned cold.
He said to Han Mo, “Captain Han, the lively show is over; why don’t you leave?”
Han Mo’s eyelids drooped slightly. He raised his hand, grabbed Yan Yibing’s cup, and took a big sip.
Yan Yibing’s eyelids twitched.
This was his cup. He had just taken a drink from it. The place where Han Mo’s lips pressed was where he had touched.
He hesitated about whether to remind him but eventually decided against it.
He had drunk from it, and it wasn’t poisoned. Besides, back when their relationship was good, they would casually drink each other’s beverages.
Han Mo put down the coffee cup, and his tongue swept across his lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste.
After a while, he lazily lifted his eyes, suddenly leaned in, and stared at Yan Yibing’s lips with unbridled boldness.
Those lips, moistened by coffee, were rosy and slightly upturned. Due to the owner’s displeasure, the lip lines were lightly creased, and the lips were tightly closed.
Han Mo smiled, a casual and indifferent smile, yet it seemed like every sound could press on one’s nerves.
His voice was deep, with a teasing tone, “I never realized before that this mouth could speak so sweetly.”
Yan Yibing looked back at him, almond-shaped eyes lifted, the corners slightly folded, the pulse at the neck throbbing rapidly, blood surging.
Strapped in a close-fitting suit, he was a bit out of breath. The silk shirt clung to his collar, beginning to radiate heat.
He spoke, forcing himself to stay calm, “What do you mean?”
But deep down, he seemed to already know what Han Mo meant.
Han Mo squinted, rough work pants against Yan Yibing’s tailored trousers, and he insinuated, “Bing Shen, having fun playing?”
Author’s Message:
Han Mo: Bing Shen likes it, we can continue playing in the future.
Yan Yibing: … I’m not playing anymore.
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