Outside the emergency room, Han Mo stood in the hallway, smoking one cigarette after another.
He took a deep breath, and extinguished the cigarette, but his fingers were still trembling.
He had carried Yan Yibing all the way to the hospital, and at that time, he couldn’t think about much else. His muscles were tense, and his nerves were on edge, and he didn’t realize the strain he was putting on his hands.
Furrowing his brows, he let his hands hang by his sides, leaning his head against the cool wall.
The process of Yan Yibing collapsing had happened so quickly that if he had arrived a second later, Yan Yibing might have banged his head on the sink.
Han Mo had never met someone so clueless about life, as if he knew nothing except playing games and reading books.
When he was around, he could help him, but what about when he wasn’t?
Mixing cephalosporin and alcohol like that?
The doctor said that fortunately, Yan Yibing’s acetaldehyde poisoning reaction wasn’t too severe, causing only weakness, dizziness, and a headache. If he had consumed a slightly larger dose of alcohol, he might have gone into shock.
Sun Tianjiao, the manager of the Zero team, found him at the staircase, and upon seeing him, he nearly knelt down in gratitude.
“Han Shen! Thank you, really, thank you so much. If it weren’t for you, I would have committed seppuku1seppuku: Seppuku is a form of Japanese ritual suicide by disembowelment. It was historically reserved for samurai as a means to restore honor to themselves or their families when they felt they had committed grave offenses or failed in their duties. “切腹” (qiè fù), which is the Chinese term for the act of ritual suicide by disembowelment. today!”
Sun Tianjiao remembered that Yan Yibing had mentioned in the morning that he was feeling a bit under the weather, but he hadn’t taken it seriously, thinking he was just making an excuse not to attend the gathering.
If something had happened to Yan Yibing, the PUBG division of Zero Esports Club would have collapsed entirely.
The thought of what could have happened made Sun Tianjiao break out in a cold sweat.
“It’s alright, I just happened to be here,” Han Mo replied calmly, avoiding further attention.
Back when he was in Zero’s youth training program, Sun Tianjiao was already the manager. He was older than him, and if he were to kneel before him, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.
Sun Tianjiao wiped the dampness from the corners of his eyes, adjusted his foggy glasses, and weakly asked, “Our captain has woken up. Do you want to go see him?”
Sun Tianjiao knew very well how Han Mo had left in the first place.
From Yan Yibing’s perspective, he hadn’t even bothered to say hello when he ran into Han Mo. He had never imagined that there would come a day when he would genuinely thank Han Mo.
“Um”
After a moment of silence, Han Mo replied softly.
He couldn’t help himself; he just wanted to take a look at him.
As he approached the entrance of the emergency room, he heard Yan Yibing weakly shouting from inside.
“Dad’s clothes… Who took off Dad’s clothes?!”
Yu Yan sat by his bedside, legs crossed, playing with his phone. When he heard Yan Yibing’s words, he chuckled lightly. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t me, Dad.”
Yan Yibing let out a sigh of relief, “Thank goodness it wasn’t you; otherwise, I’d be disgusted.”
Yan Yibing had needles in his hands, and his body was breaking out in cold sweats intermittently. He struggled to turn over and adjust his posture to make himself more comfortable.
However, in the next moment, his whole body stiffened.
It’s not Yu Yan, it couldn’t be Han Mo, right?
As soon as Han Mo entered the room, he saw Yan Yibing twisted into an odd position, with one pale arm sticking out from under the blanket, and the delicate blue veins on the inside of his arm were vividly visible.
His hair had grown a bit long, with strands hanging down, almost covering his eyes.
Han Mo couldn’t contain his memories of Yen Yen, the way he had helplessly fallen into his arms, and his breath weak. It had frightened him nearly to death.
Fear and panic turned into anger.
He took big strides to Yan Yibing’s bedside, towering over him. His eyes blazed like flames as he said, “You’ve grown old inside a dog’s belly,2grown old inside a dog’s belly: “长到狗肚子里去了” (Zhǎng dào gǒu dùzi lǐ qùle) is a metaphorical way of saying that someone is so old or experienced that they should know better. In this context, it’s used to scold someone for not being aware of a basic rule or common sense despite their age. haven’t you? You’re twenty-five and you don’t even know you can’t mix cephalosporin and alcohol!”
Yan Yibing forcefully lifted his neck and stared wide-eyed. “Han Mo, I gave you face, didn’t I? Are you scolding your son?”
His tone was forceful, but his voice was extremely weak, and shouting even a single sentence made his head buzz.
Han Mo gritted his teeth. “You really are…”
“Ah… ouch, it hurts.” Yan Yibing made a sudden move, accidentally pulling on his IV line.
Perhaps the drip rate was too fast; he felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand, causing his tone to immediately become aggrieved.
Yan Yibing had been afraid of pain, of injections, and of seeing blood since he was a child.
As fierce as he was in the game, he was just as timid in real life.
Han Mo didn’t finish his sentence and tightly sealed his lips.
It had been two years, but Yan Yibing was still the same. What could Han Mo do when he got angry?
Sun Tianjiao rushed to Yan Yibing’s bedside and nervously shouted, “Doctor! Nurse! Please come over, my Zuzong says it hurts!”
The young nurse came over and looked at the back of Yan Yibing’s hand. She casually pushed the needle back in a bit. “It’s alright; tell your Zuzong not to move around; he almost pierced the blood vessel.”
“Ah… be gentle,” Yan Yibing weakly moaned.
Yu Yan couldn’t stand it and said disdainfully, “Shut up, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were giving birth.”
Yan Yibing raised his eyes. “Hah, if Dad were giving birth, he’d go for an epidural, not suffer like this.”
Seeing that Yan Yibing was fine now, Han Mo turned to Sun Tianjiao and said, “I’m leaving.”
Sun Tianjiao hesitated for a moment and hurriedly said, “Alright, alright, shall I walk you out?”
Han Mo gave Yan Yibing a meaningful glance and said softly, “No need, take care of your Zuzong.”
Sun Tianjiao: “…”
Seeing Han Mo walk out of the ward and show no intention of returning, Sun Tianjiao sighed and said to Yan Yibing, “Zuzong, we owe this to Han Mo. He carried you all the way to the hospital and even covered your medical expenses. I offered to repay him, but he didn’t accept.”
Yu Yan added, “Yes, Dad would’ve been willing to carry you too, but Captain Han didn’t let go.”
Yan Yibing lowered his eyelids, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.
He shifted under the blanket, burying half of his face in it, then muffledly said, “I’m tired.”
—
After resting for two days, Yan Yibing finally made a full recovery.
He decided to stash the box of cephalosporin deep in the cabinet, never planning to take it again.
Getting better wasn’t the end of it.
That evening, the manager and coach gathered the team members for a meeting.
Yan Yibing, as usual, sat in the main seat, but he was no longer as carefree and casual as before.
He hung his head, absentmindedly playing with a pen.
Song Tang, Xu Rui, and Fu Haifeng found the current scene quite unusual.
After all, this was the first time their captain had been reprimanded.
Sun Tianjiao’s face turned serious, and he cleared his throat.
He looked serious and carried the aura of someone in charge of an entire division.
“Delaying everyone’s training time, let’s have a concluding meeting.”
“What I’m about to say, you all should know. From now on, we’re raising our standards. Before the season starts, I want daily reports on your diet. You’ve all seen how much impact one person falling can have.
Bing Shen, though you’ve had a tough time being sick, the fact remains that you’ve signed a contract with the club. If you wear yourself out, what about your endorsement deals, and live-streaming contracts? What if they demand compensation? You know very well that Zero’s major business deals are tied to you now.”
If this had been an ordinary team member, Sun Tianjiao would have long dragged them in front of the entire club for public criticism, requiring at least a five-thousand-word self-reflection essay.
However, Yan Yibing was indeed special. Despite his often unconventional behavior, the captain’s authority needed to be maintained.
Sun Tianjiao waited for his response.
After a moment of silence, Yan Yibing lowered his head sadly and rested his chin on the table.
His eyelids were shallow, with lovely creases, and the tips of his eyelashes curled slightly, making him appear particularly innocent.
Yan Yibing puffed up his cheeks, let out a sigh, and mumbled, “Fine… I get it. What about the money I owe Prince?”
He didn’t mention owing it to Han Mo but rather said it was owed to Prince.
Sun Tianjiao furrowed his brow in hesitation and said, “I offered to repay him, but Han Mo declined. It’s not much money, just a few hundred yuan, and he probably doesn’t care.”
These top-tier players earned multi-million yuan annual salaries, not including donations from their livestreams. A few hundred yuan really wasn’t a big deal to them.
Not repaying wasn’t an option, but insisting on repayment seemed overly fussy.
Yan Yibing clicked his tongue and muttered under his breath, “It’s ridiculous. I don’t want to owe him. I’ll find a chance to pay him back.”
He straightened up, stuffed his hands into his pockets, tilted his head back, and casually said, “Let’s adjourn, shall we?”
“Ah… Let’s call it a day.” Sun Tianjiao waved his hand, signaling them to leave.
Yan Yibing knew he’d have plenty of opportunities to repay the debt.
Prince also had a contract with a livestreaming platform, and according to the contract, he had to stream for a fixed duration each month.
Since Han Mo didn’t want the money, what about the gifts from the livestream?
So, he decided to visit Prince’s livestreaming room, spend all the money that needed to be repaid, and leave.
Prince’s livestreaming platform was different from Zero’s, so Yan Yibing took the effort to download the software and create an account.
Worried that Han Mo wouldn’t recognize him, he chose the nickname “ICE Yan Yibing.”
“ICE” was also his official in-game ID in PUBG, a name that had accompanied him throughout his eight-year professional career.
He searched for Han Mo and set up a live broadcast reminder.
At midnight, Yan Yibing was practicing ambush tactics in the emulator when a notification popped up:
【Ding! Your favorite streamer is now live! Hurry and come support him!】
Yan Yibing exited the emulator and opened the YouYou Live app.
Each live streaming platform had a different interface and features, and Yan Yibing wasn’t very familiar with YouYou Live.
Fortunately, the notification had a direct link to the stream, so he automatically entered the room.
As soon as he entered, he noticed the chat was moving rapidly.
【Ahhh, Han Shen is finally live! I’m so happy!】
【Husband, look at me! I just bought the red switch keyboard you endorsed!】
【Han Shen is my husband! I have the complete set of Han Shen merchandise!】
【Marry me, Han Shen! So handsome, I love men with double eyelids!】
【Seriously, can female fans calm down a bit? He’s a professional player, not an idol.】
Yan Yibing watched the screen filled with various expressions of love, feeling a tinge of sourness in his heart.
He didn’t know when the marriage market started favoring the silent, unruly types.
The colder Han Mo acted, the more his fans loved him, and they even poured money into his stream, buying the same products and calling him their husband.
It was only when he entered Han Mo’s livestream that he realized what it meant to be a man loved by women.
“Really…”
Yan Yibing began peeling an orange. As he took the first bite, the sourness made him scrunch up his face, and he quickly spat it out into the trash can.
Han Mo adjusted his headphones in front of the camera, then lifted his eyelids slightly and spoke to the camera, “I’m going on my main account to play some high-level matches on the Korean server.”
【Damn! He’s playing high-rank matches today!】
【Han Shen is currently fifth on the Korean server. Playing there won’t be easy.】
【Han Shen, play it safe, and don’t get too reckless. I saw Zero’s Bing Shen almost lose points the other day.】
Yan Yibing’s lips twitched.
Nonsense.
He had recently reached the top three ranks in the Korean server.
The few matches that almost caused him to derank were against top-tier international professional players, and the landing spots weren’t favorable either.
Han Mo simply responded with a noncommittal “Hmm” and swiftly selected the Vikendi snow map.
In the first match, he dropped at the Military Base.
The Military Base area was not large, but it was rich in resources, making it a favorite landing spot for aggressive players.
However, the probability of getting killed immediately after landing was also quite high.
Yan Yibing had initially intended to finish his repayment and leave, but seeing Han Mo drop at the Military Base piqued his interest, and he couldn’t help but put down his mouse, preparing to watch how Han Mo would perform.
Due to their personal grievances, both teams had never scheduled practice matches between them.
Even he wasn’t clear about how strong Han Mo’s current limits were.
Yan Yibing was well aware of Han Mo’s past weaknesses.
Because of this, Zero had often dominated Prince in matches.
However, it seemed that the opposing coach had also noticed this, so Han Mo consciously worked on shedding the shadow Yan Yibing had left on him.
Yan Yibing squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.
Han Mo had bad luck this time. Right after landing, he couldn’t find a rifle, only a shotgun.
He quickly picked up a Vector submachine gun, grabbed a quick magazine, and shot down someone who hadn’t even had time to equip themselves.
At the same time, gunshots erupted throughout the Military Base.
Han Mo bit his lip and hurriedly rushed toward the docks.
Professional players knew this was a prime location for good gear drops.
But just as Han Mo showed himself, a flash of blood appeared, and he immediately lost half of his health.
He quickly took cover behind a shipping container and applied a first aid kit to himself.
Yan Yibing pressed down on the knuckle of his index finger, feeling increasingly nervous.
Things looked grim.
The person attacking Han Mo had already obtained a sniper rifle with a silencer. In the blink of an eye, not even Yan Yibing could be certain of the opponent’s location.
Han Mo was in serious danger now. If the opponent got the right angle, the next shot could send Han Mo back to the lobby.
In this match, the players matched with them were likely to include professional players and top-level streamers. Their gaming skills were far beyond those of ordinary players.
Han Mo hadn’t started with good weapons, and the person he killed dropped nothing but an empty box, which had already cost him a significant amount of time.
PUBG, to some extent, heavily relies on luck.
Those with good luck land in the safe zone, making it a smooth journey to loot.
However, those with bad luck might end up embarrassing themselves in front of the whole world.
Han Mo remained calm. He applied a bandage, didn’t linger for a second, and instead crouched low, aiming his gun directly at a point on a distant slope.
Yan Yibing was slightly surprised.
He hadn’t noticed that person at all.
How did Han Mo sense their presence?
When he had just arrived at the dock, Han Mo was still preparing to loot for supplies. Could it be that within the few seconds of being shot, he had already pinpointed the enemy’s location?
The Vector submachine gun had the highest DPS among SMGs, with a fast rate of fire. Although it had a disadvantage in long-range combat, Han Mo’s precision shooting wore down the opponent, ultimately killing them.
He then went to loot the enemy’s crate, obtaining an M24 sniper rifle, a damaged Level 3 vest, and a Level 2 helmet.
Yan Yibing watched the entire process, reaching for the remaining slice of orange and putting it in his mouth.
The once silent little wolf was continuously improving, living up to his potential, and proving to be the person Yan Yibing had identified at first glance.
Yan Yibing curled his lips, and his Adam’s apple rolled subtly.
With the acquisition of the M24, Han Mo finally had the wind at his back.
His reputation for sniping was well-deserved as he easily picked off two players from foreign professional teams.
They had encountered each other on the competitive stage before, and after they were eliminated, they greeted Han Mo in English.
Yan Yibing glanced at the barrage of comments, full of praises and rainbow hearts.
【Han Shen is amazing! Let’s aim for the top of the rankings today!】
【Holy Shit, the M24 is so stable, is this guy even a human?】
【I didn’t even see anyone, and they’re already dead. Han Shen is still going strong!】
【It was a mistake to let this guy encounter a sniper!】
【Don’t aim for the top, too much pressure. Just surpass Yan Yibing; that’s enough.】
Yan Yibing’s jaw twitched, almost wanting to grab his keyboard and challenge them.
Are they out of their minds? Can’t they talk without bringing him into this?
However, considering that his account was registered using his real name, he restrained himself.
Han Mo was in excellent form this round, easily securing a chicken dinner with 15 kills and earning himself the MVP.
Yan Yibing lazily stretched his back, feeling that this performance was within his expectations.
Han Mo was currently at his peak, with his sights set on the world championship.
As he was idly contemplating this, Yan Yibing suddenly noticed a message from the system.
【Ding! Your verification has been successful. Quickly check your homepage!】
Verification?
Yan Yibing couldn’t recall verifying anything himself, but when he registered his account, he was required to link his Weibo due to entering his real name.
Although he had never cooperated with YouYou Live, they had sent him several invitations before. Live platforms valued professional players greatly, strictly controlling the use of any impersonations.
He had registered under his real name, so they must have verified his identity.
Maybe some enthusiastic staff member had upgraded his account to a VIP for free.
Yan Yibing watched in amazement as a red “V” appeared on his account. Following that, in Han Mo’s livestream, his name shot up to the top.
【Ding! The moderator has placed you on the sofa.】
Yan Yibing: “???”
The next moment, the chat exploded.
【F*ck, ICE Yan Yibing? What’s going on? Are you spying on our Han Shen?】
【Bing Shen, is it the real Bing Shen?】
【So awesome, Yan Yibing is here to watch our Han Shen rank up. Prince is rising!】
【Hahaha, Han Shen, come and see. Your master is in the livestream chat to support you!】
【I heard their relationship isn’t good? Guys, am I right?】
【Han Shen, check the livestream chat quickly!】
Although Han Mo didn’t pay attention to the barrage himself, the Prince Club had personnel monitoring public opinion.
As soon as an uncontrollable major event occurred in the live broadcast room, the staff would urgently notify Han Mo.
There was a faint voice in the background: “Captain, someone has joined your livestream. Do you want to take a look?”
After the voice, Han Mo still hadn’t started the next game. He lowered his gaze, staring at the screen.
The microphone was indeed on, but there was no speaking, and there was no other movement. The entire livestream appeared to be frozen.
Yan Yibing felt awkward and stiff all over.
He only wanted to repay a debt; he had no interest in playing games with Han Mo.
He bit his lower lip, frowning, and quickly found the gift-giving interface.
Usually, the last gift displayed was the one with the highest value, often exceeding a thousand.
Han Mo didn’t care about a few hundred, and Yan Yibing didn’t care about a few thousand.
Without much time to think, Yan Yibing moved his mouse and sent something that looked like a fortune bag.
【Ding! ICE Yan Yibing has sent a [Endless Love] gift package to the host Han Mo! It’s full of love for you!】
The next moment, he saw Han Mo’s livestream chat filled with red hearts.
Next to the hearts, countless rose petals floated.
YouYou Live’s [Endless Love] gift was worth 5,000 yuan, and it filled the screen for a whole minute.
Giving the sponsor plenty of face.
Barrage comments:
【???】
【F*ck…】
【Good Lord, I can’t believe it!】
【Alright, I’m just going to say it directly: is this the legendary coming-out?】
【The information overload is making it hard for me to keep up.】
Cracks began to appear in Yan Yibing’s expression.
Yan Yibing: “…Damn.”
Author’s Message:
Yan Yibing: Don’t talk to me like you’re scolding your son!
Han Mo: Is it okay to talk like you’re my wife?
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