DSF Chapter 38

Yan Yibing stood in the shower, tilting his head slightly backward. The hot water soaked his hair, slid down the strands onto his skin, and continued its descent along his body.

Gradually, the coolness on his body dissipated, taking with it the scent of the swimming pool.

Han Mo’s black short-sleeved shirt hung on the rack next to him, along with a towel.

As soon as he opened his eyes, everything was crystal clear, even in the hazy mist.

Yan Yibing was slightly dazed.

This was probably his first time stepping into Han Mo’s world.

He once thought that he and Han Mo were close, the most trustworthy partners, the best master and disciple. But that was just what he thought.

He never truly understood Han Mo.

He didn’t know about Han Mo’s family situation, where he lived, what he liked to eat, his hobbies outside of gaming, or the reasons behind Han Mo’s personality.

Han Mo’s past, present, and, in fact, everything about him remained unknown.

Yan Yibing was merely deluding himself.

Initially, he was convinced that even if Han Mo was expelled from Zero, he would be fine.

Because Han Mo was young, talented, and willing to work hard.

Han Mo met all the criteria for reaching the pinnacle of the professional scene. Moreover, those who knew the inside story were silenced by him, not revealing anything that could affect Han Mo’s career.

Han Mo did indeed become the captain of a top-tier team and had now led Prince to win the championship in PCL.

But was Han Mo really doing well?

Han Mo hadn’t had a home for a long time.

The house they were in today would most likely not be renovated again.

No matter how luxurious and good it was, it was useless. It was empty, exuding a sense of desolation.

Moreover, looking at his adeptness in changing light bulbs and disassembling ladders, he probably had done a lot of odd jobs before.

Yan Yibing rubbed his face, the flow of water only momentarily obstructed his view before blurring his eyes again.

He sighed softly.

Actually, he wasn’t a qualified mentor.

In his youth and impetuousness, he was not careful enough, never paying attention to Han Mo’s joys and sorrows.

But Han Mo always noticed his emotional fluctuations and always met his needs quickly.

Their contributions were never equal in the past.

The lights in the neighborhood dimmed a bit, the night deepened, and to avoid disturbing the residents’ rest, the streetlights would be dimmed.

The window in Han Mo’s bedroom was open, and tiny insects attached to the screen, attracted by the glaring light tube.

Han Mo lay in the bathtub, the water barely reaching his chest.

He had soaked for a while, and the water wasn’t as hot anymore; his skin beneath the water was slightly reddened.

He still clutched Yan Yibing’s clothes in his hand, but there was no longer any warmth belonging to Yan Yibing on it.

Han Mo pressed the clothes to his nose, gently sniffing it, and his left hand dipped into the water.

The calm water surface slowly began to ripple, tiny splashes formed, irregularly hitting the edges of the bathtub.

His breathing gradually became rapid, and the discomfort of suffocation from lack of oxygen filled his lungs, but he still didn’t want to let go of the clothes.

Later, his neck also turned red, thin beads of sweat appeared at the base of his ears, and his clear, bright black eyes shimmered with a layer of physiological luster.

The water surface gradually calmed down. Han Mo took a few rapid breaths, and the muscles in his shoulders and neck tensed, outlining several smooth and delicate curves.

Han Mo was dazed for a moment, his gaze turning cold.

Calmly, he stood up, placing the white short-sleeved shirt in a dry place. He then turned on the shower, rinsing away the slippery traces.

Resting at home during the holidays was something professional players were not accustomed to.

Yan Yibing lay on the bed, bored out of his mind. Unable to sleep, he opened the professional players’ group chat.

Zero Yan Yibing: “Hello, is anyone still working hard now?”

CNG Lu Jianghe: “Those working hard, please refrain from speaking, don’t create anxiety.”

Zero Song Tang: “I’m bored, watching TV, nagged by parents, it’s annoying.”

Lie Hu Fang Rui: “Looking for a girl to duo queue.”

CNG Yu Yan: “Go to another group to find a girl.”

ZLS Ding Luo: “Smiles without saying anything.”

Zero Yan Yibing: “Tsk, Fang Rui, can’t you talk properly? There’s only one girl in the group, Yu Gou’s ex-girlfriend.”

Lie Hu Fang Rui: “Damn, forgot we have a girl this year.”

Prince Xiao Nuo: “Yu Shen is getting anxious, hahaha.”

CNG Yu Yan: “Spokesperson, where’s your captain?”

Prince Xiao Nuo: “Don’t know, I’m not with the team.”

AXE Chen Chi: “I should have scheduled the cruise earlier, look at you guys being so idle.”

Yan Yibing scrolled through the group chat, casually chatting for a bit, but he couldn’t find anything to do.

Usually, practice kept him occupied, but now that he had some free time, he felt a bit empty.

He didn’t want to start a livestream either; livestreaming was still work, and he didn’t want to burden himself unnecessarily.

Just as he was thinking about this, his phone suddenly rang.

Yan Yibing’s spirits lifted. He turned around, leaning on the bed, staring at the incoming call display, momentarily stunned for a few seconds.

Liang Hefeng.

He pursed his lips and answered the call with enthusiasm, saying, “Hefeng, how come you’ve got time to call me?”

Liang Hefeng’s voice was slightly hoarse, perhaps from the constant live streaming, not giving his throat enough rest.

“I’ve got time anytime, aren’t you busy?” he replied.

Yan Yibing smiled lightly, lifting the quilt with his fingers. “I’m not that busy recently. Just finished PCL, and the club has given us a month off.”

Liang Hefeng paused for a moment, then slowly said, “I saw the results. Zero and CNG tied for second place; not bad. Next time you’ll make it back.”

Listening to Liang Hefeng’s comforting words, Yan Yibing’s heart softened.

After all, they had been buddies for over a decade, and Liang Hefeng knew he was accustomed to aiming for first place, surely dissatisfied with the current outcome.

“It’s normal to have wins and losses, no need to comfort me.”

Liang Hefeng’s breath was captured by the microphone, and Yan Yibing heard a buzzing noise.

Liang Hefeng said, “Prince isn’t that strong. They just performed well. I watched it; they had three or four more safe zones than other teams this time.”

Yan Yibing frowned slightly.

Being on-site during the matches, he knew how strong Prince was, and that couldn’t be overshadowed by simply having more safe zones.

However, he didn’t argue with Liang Hefeng; he just listened quietly.

Liang Hefeng continued enthusiastically to analyze Prince’s shortcomings.

“Their player Han Mo is very impulsive. In the first round in Erangel, he engaged in a gunfight without armor. If it weren’t for Xiao Nuo arriving in time, he would have been knocked out. Also, Sanhok, they had operational issues in the Paradise Resort. The roof controlled by Chen Zefeng was easily destroyed, and when TZS attacked, Han Mo almost got Chen Zefeng killed. If TZS hadn’t lost two players early in the game, Prince would have been wiped out. In the tenth round in the desert map…”

Liang Hefeng spoke with excitement and passion.

Yan Yibing’s brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

After the matches, the team usually organized reviews, and they had reviewed these games that Liang Hefeng was talking about.

Although during the reviews, it was normal to summarize the opponents’ weaknesses, it shouldn’t be nitpicking and imposing actions on the opponents that even they couldn’t accomplish.

Most of the issues Liang Hefeng mentioned were purely from a god’s perspective.

At that time, with limited information, Prince’s judgments were correct. If it were him, he might have made similar decisions.

But Liang Hefeng seemed to believe that Yan Yibing agreed with his views and meticulously analyzed the match.

In the end, Liang Hefeng concluded, “Actually, I’m also moving towards the commentary direction. After all, having been a professional player, I have a deeper understanding than ordinary commentators. I watched the commentary for your PCL, and that Lemon is really unprofessional, just like a vase, incapable of saying anything useful.”

Yan Yibing encouraged, “Commentary is good too. You can try it. Your eloquence was good back in school.”

Liang Hefeng contemplated for a moment, then said with a smile. “Haven’t asked yet, when are you planning to drop by my livestream? Let’s duo.”

Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment, negotiating, “How about not duo queuing, but squad queuing? More people, more lively.”

In reality, he felt uncomfortable.

Being alone in the team for such a long time, it could easily become awkward.

Although they were still friends, their life trajectories had diverged, especially after Liang Hefeng’s mother fell ill and the conflicts between him and Yan Yibing regarding Han Mo.

Yan Yibing knew very rationally that they couldn’t go back to the time they were in school.

Liang Hefeng didn’t mind, “Squad is fine. It’s just that I don’t have so many friends.”

Yan Yibing said, “You don’t need many. Random matchmaking is also fine.”

Liang Hefeng chuckled, “That’s really a good deal for the netizens. Teaming up with the Bing Shen.”

Yan Yibing hesitated, “Um… Should I switch to my higher-ranked account?”

His higher-ranked account was quite high, and it would be tiring to play at that level during the vacation. He didn’t want that.

Liang Hefeng said, “Go for it. It’s better to match with skilled people, otherwise, what’s the fun in fish-bombing?”

Yan Yibing raised an eyebrow, “Alright.”

Actually, he knew Liang Hefeng was unwilling to admit defeat.

Liang Hefeng wanted to prove that there wasn’t much difference between him and professional players.

They agreed on a time, and Yan Yibing logged in punctually, entering the game.

Liang Hefeng’s livestream room was under the same platform as Zero’s, so there was no issue of attracting viewers away to the opponent’s platform.

Finally on a familiar platform, where ridiculous incidents like sending affectionate messages wouldn’t occur.

Yan Yibing entered the room number and swiftly joined Liang Hefeng’s room.

Liang Hefeng gave him a red vest and immediately seated him on the sofa.

Barrage —

【???】

【Damn, who did I just see?】

【What kind of magical reality is this? Is it a fake account? Aren’t live platforms against fake accounts?】

【Premium member, it’s the real person! Ahhhh, Bing Bing Mom loves you!】

【It’s such a small world, how did Bing Shen and the streamer know each other?】

【Damn! Bing Shen, you uncle isn’t livestreaming in his own livestream room, why the heck are you running around here!】

【After ten days of vacation, where’s your live stream? Are you streaming or not? Still waiting for us to nag you. Can’t see you, so you run here!】

【I’m going to the forum to tag Zero’s official account. This guy is so unprofessional, even streams by leeching!】

Probably, someone had already posted about Yan Yibing going to Liang Hefeng’s livestream room on the esports forum.

More and more people flooded into Liang Hefeng’s livestream, and the barrage was increasing exponentially.

This was the charm of top esports players. In just ten minutes, Liang Hefeng’s room’s popularity had soared, and the administrators even added two more moderators to keep an eye on things.

【Saw the news on the forum and came right away. I even ditched my mentor.】

【Who do you think you are? I shouted in the company’s party; now, male colleagues are rushing over.】

【My boyfriend and I are watching your livestream in the cinema; How hard is it for us!】

【By the way, who is this streamer? How does he know Bing Shen? Amazing, calling senior lazy cancer out of his laziness.】

【The one who brought Yan Yibing to play the game is my dad, Follow him in the livestream room! 】

While Liang Hefeng gained huge traffic, Yan Yibing’s fans completely occupied the livestream room.

The small number of fans he had couldn’t compare to Zero’s large army, and now, it was unclear whose livestream room it really was.

Yan Yibing felt a bit awkward.

Although he was doing a favor for a friend, it seemed like he was overshadowing him.

The key issue was that he rarely live-streamed, and these fans were too excited and noisy.

Liang Hefeng, seemingly unaffected, smiled and said, “You guys like Yan Yibing, huh? I’ll invite him more in the future.”

Yan Yibing frowned slightly. He actually didn’t have much time to come often.

Yan Yibing opened his microphone, cleared his throat, and asked, “Did you invite any other friends?”

Liang Hefeng’s eyes flickered. “No.”

He had gained some weight recently. His face looked visibly rounder on camera, making his eyes appear smaller and less distinct.

In reality, he didn’t have many friends within the industry.

Those who were too powerful were beyond his reach, and those who weren’t, didn’t know Yan Yibing, which made it uninteresting.

Moreover, he didn’t want to give the chance to play games with Yan Yibing to others. This was his connection.

Yan Yibing didn’t mind, “Then random matchmaking?”

Liang Hefeng was about to agree when he noticed someone had added him as a friend on Steam.

He glanced at it and found it was a female account with a high rank, decent stats, and expensive skins. The name, however, was very ambiguous.

xiaoyemao (Little Wildcat).

The friend request came with a single message: “Add me to the game, and I’ll send you gifts.”

Liang Hefeng’s screen was already shared with the livestream, so the viewers also saw it.

Liang Hefeng was puzzled, “Little Wildcat, who’s that?”

【Damn! Little Wildcat! Didn’t the account get sold?】

【It’s actually Little Wildcat, the one who caused a sensation on the forum?】

【To be honest, some say she’s a cross-dresser, but I still have her voice saved.】

【I’m jealous. What’s wrong with Little Wildcat? Playing with Han Shen and now Bing Shen?】

Liang Hefeng frowned. He had no idea about what the barrage was talking about, but it seemed everyone was familiar with Little Wildcat.

Liang Hefeng asked, “Is she very famous?”

【A peerless beauty, incredibly sweet voice. Just one word from her, and bones turn to mush.】

【Filthy rich, throw money around, casually throws away hundreds of thousands.】

【Inconsistent skills, sometimes foolish, sometimes amazing. Honey-like bulletproof physique, overall very mysterious.】

【Little Wildcat, adopt me! I don’t care if you’re a guy or a girl!】

Liang Hefeng thought it was some emerging small streamer.

Of course, he was willing to play with someone famous, as it would also boost the popularity of his live room.

Judging by the barrage, Little Wildcat was not only beautiful but also wealthy, so it wouldn’t hurt to get to know her.

Liang Hefeng said, “Let’s play together, then.”

He casually added Little Wildcat.

The only one feeling flustered was Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing was leisurely sipping his ice cream float coffee with his legs crossed. But as soon as he saw that account he was incredibly familiar with, he nearly sprayed coffee all over his keyboard.

The account of Little Wildcat had been sold, and the only person who could use it was that individual.

But he didn’t dare tell Liang Hefeng. He feared that Liang Hefeng would expose Han Mo, and Han Mo, in turn, would betray him.

Two top-tier gods competing to play a female account, it was embarrassing even to speak of.

Yan Yibing ran his hand through his hair, and sighed in annoyance.

Liang Hefeng heard it and was puzzled, “Bing, do you also know Little Wildcat?”

Yan Yibing, with a poker face, replied, “I don’t know her.”

【You don’t know her? Can’t even keep up with the latest gossip?】

【Bing Bing, a forum post has been privately sent to you. Remember to check it out. Find your resources yourself in the future; don’t trouble your fans.】

【Sweet-Talking Little Wildcat AVI already sent, listen secretly, it’ll work at night.】

【Cat sis, Bing Shen doesn’t know you. Why not introduce yourself?】

【Cat sis is a fan of Han Mo, calling him ‘Han Mo Gege’ all over the livestream, super sweet. Please don’t cling to Bing Shen.】

【The person upstairs is talking nonsense; Cat sis is not a fan, she’s a cross-dresser.】

Yan Yibing, feeling embarrassed, covered his eyes and took a deep breath.

Liang Hefeng had already added Little Wildcat to the room, and she was still wearing that youthful and bright tank top and skirt.

Liang Hefeng asked, “Can you speak?”

Little Wildcat typed, “Family members are sleeping; it’s not convenient.”

Liang Hefeng felt a bit disappointed. How could they play squads if she couldn’t talk? But since she was already in, he couldn’t kick her out. He asked Yan Yibing, “Is it okay?”

Yan Yibing gritted his teeth, “Wait a moment.”

He muted his own microphone and immediately called Han Mo.

Han Mo seemed to anticipate his call and answered quickly.

Yan Yibing said, “Han Shen, is Little Wildcat enjoying herself?”

Han Mo sat by the computer, biting on a fruit-flavored cigarette. The tips of his ink-black hair were slightly damp, not fully dry. His upper body was bare, and a towel was tied around his waist.

The contours of his abdominal muscles were taut, with a narrow waistline, and he leaned lazily against the back of the chair. The rough mesh fabric had left a faint redness on his skin.

His eyes were deep as he softly replied, “It’s not bad.”

Yan Yibing glanced at the barrage of comments, and stood up, leaving his seat. Liang Hefeng was calling after him, seemingly puzzled about why he suddenly left.

Yan Yibing whispered, “What are you doing here?”

With Han Mo around, Liang Hefeng’s skill level was nothing.

Han Mo narrowed his eyes, recalling Liang Hefeng’s earlier promise to frequently invite Yan Yibing to the livestream room and that enthusiastic and intimate “Bing.” His expression turned somewhat cold.

Resting his fingers on the top-notch gaming keyboard, he tapped on it absentmindedly, wearing a smirk that was neither here nor there. “Look at how good your relationship with other men is.”

Author’s Message:

Han Mo: What is Bing? I’m all about calling wife.

Thank you for reading!