DSF Chapter 60

Han Mo opened his eyes but quickly shut them again from the piercing sunlight.

His eyes felt dry, and there was a nauseating feeling in his stomach from the hangover.

After a moment’s pause, he opened his eyes again, adjusting to the rich sunlight that filled the living room floor.

He had dozed off yesterday and forgotten to draw the curtains.

Han Mo cleared his hoarse throat, sat up, and felt a bit of stiffness in his neck.

He reached behind his head and pressed the bones with force.

Fortunately, being young, he recovered quickly, and the soreness soon vanished.

Lowering his eyes, he paused, noticing a small area with taro residue stuck to the ground, along with a few empty liquor bottles scattered in the corner.

He had drunk a lot, but he didn’t black out; he remembered everything that happened yesterday.

He confessed his feelings to Yan Yibing, who became extremely angry and stormed off after grabbing the box.

Han Mo wryly smiled.

He had already anticipated this outcome. A straight guy like Yan Yibing would definitely not accept the feelings of someone of the same gender.

If he hadn’t been drunk, perhaps he would have found a more appropriate time and used a carefully planned way to increase his chances of success.

But… it’s done now.

He has never felt this relaxed before. From now on, in front of Yan Yibing, he no longer needs to pretend.

His affection, possessiveness, and the desires he buried deep in his heart—he wants that person to know.

In another villa, a hundred meters away,

Yan Yibing was tormented.

Returning home at night, he threw the box to his mom. He scratched the mosquito bites all over his body, looking extremely upset as he climbed upstairs.

Mama Yan was surprised, “Weren’t you willing when you went? Why do you come back with such a gloomy face? Did you quarrel with Han Mo?”

Yan Yibing frowned, lowered his gaze, and mumbled, “It’s nothing. Don’t overthink it.”

He couldn’t say it.

How could he say that Han Mo wanted to sleep with him?

His mother would surely be frightened.

Fearing being interrogated, Yan Yibing hurriedly went upstairs.
Returning to his room, lying on the bed and covering himself with a blanket, he couldn’t find any trace of sleep.

He was thinking.

Han Mo was only 19; did he go astray somewhere? Could he be straightened back?

Or was it something he did that led Han Mo down the wrong path?

When they first met, Han Mo was not even seventeen, and probably didn’t understand anything.

Yan Yibing recalled the days when he frequently visited the youth training camp.

He valued Han Mo, so he was a bit demanding, a bit stern, and a bit controlling with Han Mo.

Could it be that Han Mo developed Stockholm syndrome?

Yan Yibing felt despair.

Muffling his mouth with the blanket, he silently roared a few times until his brain was throbbing, leaving him completely drained on the bed.

Then he kept the lights on and stared until dawn.

He knew Han Mo, drunk like that, would definitely sleep soundly.

He felt both angry and jealous.

This mess was laid out, and in the end, it was him who was the one who was scratching his head, while the instigator drunk on alcohol, was fearless, and perhaps the next morning, he wouldn’t remember a thing.

As the sky brightened completely, Yan Yibing sat up and turned off the light.

Lack of sleep made his limbs somewhat weak. He closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and prepared to have a cup of coffee to wake up.

Today was the day of the team’s regular meeting, and he had to attend.

As soon as he got out of bed, his phone vibrated on the pillow.

Yan Yibing’s heart also trembled. He had a hunch that this text might be from someone who had just woken up from a drinking session.

He swallowed his saliva, licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, and picked up the phone.

The WeChat message notification appeared on the screen.

【Little Beast: Have you blocked me? Test.】

Yan Yibing: “…”

He was about to click into WeChat to scold Han Mo for his stupid behavior.

However, before he could open the chat interface, Han Mo had already retracted the message.

It seemed that Han Mo was just confirming whether he had been blocked, without expecting to receive his reply.

Yan Yibing’s anger was stuck in his throat, unable to be released no matter what.

He took a deep breath, tossed his phone onto the bed, and went to freshen up.

At one in the afternoon, Yan Yibing arrived at the Zero Club in a daze.

A cup of coffee wasn’t quite cutting it; he was now relying entirely on willpower, but his body felt utterly drained.

During working hours, Sun Tianjiao was always lively and energetic.

Spotting Yan Yibing, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed over, “Zuzong, it’s already one o’clock! The rooster has damn well finished its afternoon nap, and the flowers of our motherland¹flowers of our motherland refers to young people or students are about to finish school, and here you are just waking up!”

Yan Yibing frowned, squinting his almond-shaped eyes, impatiently responding, “Isn’t the meeting at four? What’s the rush?”

Sun Tianjiao looked like a crow that lost its bread to a fox, his small black bean-like eyes gazed at Yan Yibing, full of misery.

“What meeting? The league’s documents are out. You’re supposed to attend a meeting at the League Building at one to discuss the East Asia Championship.”

Yan Yibing was slightly surprised, finally waking up a bit, “The roster is out so soon?”

Sun Tianjiao pursed his lips, “It’s about time, and there’s no suspense. The selected players are the four of you, plus Lu Jianghe as a substitute. Now they want you guys to meet and discuss cooperation in training.”

Yan Yibing almost forgot; the East Asia Championship was played under the name of the country, without the concept of teams.

So, he and Han Mo were about to become teammates, practicing cooperation in less than two months.

Could he really cooperate with Han Mo?

Yan Yibing felt a throbbing ache in his temple, glancing hopelessly at Sun Tianjiao, his eyes slightly swollen. “Could the roster still change? Like, if I or Han Mo decide not to play?”

Sun Tianjiao blinked, looking at him with a ‘how naive’ expression, “What are you thinking, my Zuzong? You’ve already signed the endorsement. If you don’t play, I might as well commit hara-kiri²hara-kiri: is a term often used to refer to the act of ritual suicide by disembowelment, also known as seppuku, which was practiced by samurai in feudal Japan. It was considered an honorable way for a samurai to die to restore honor to himself or his family after committing a grave offense or failure. In this context, it is used metaphorically to emphasize the seriousness or consequence of not fulfilling a commitment. on the spot.”

Yan Yibing drooped his eyelids, tapping his temple with his index finger in resignation, “Understood.”

Not only did he sign endorsements, but Han Mo did too.

The fact that he and Han Mo would become teammates was inevitable.

Sun Tianjiao snapped his fingers, raised a Swiss watch worth hundreds of thousands in front of Yan Yibing’s eyes, and shook it, “Zuzong, I said the meeting is at one. What time do you think it is now?”

Yan Yibing remained silent for a few seconds, shouldered his bag, and walked towards the door.

Sun Tianjiao signaled the security guard at the door, “Get a car and send our Zuzong over.”

Yan Yibing arrived at the League Building, registered his name, and was led to the meeting room.

“Bing Shen, it’s right here. Yu Shen and the others are already inside, waiting for you.”

Yan Yibing nodded, “Thanks.”

He glanced at his watch; it was already 1:40.

Faint chatter could be heard from inside, indicating a pleasant atmosphere.

However, he didn’t hear Han Mo’s voice.

But Han Mo himself wasn’t talkative, and in such situations, Han Mo wouldn’t skip it just to avoid him.

Yan Yibing steadied his mind and pushed the door open with determination.

As he stepped in, his face turned stern, his eyes icy and his expression worn and irritable.

The idle chatter in the room immediately ceased.

After a moment, Yu Yan chuckled, “Tsk, I might be fifteen minutes late for a date with Ding Luo, but our Gou Bing is truly a princess.”

Yan Yibing squinted, his expression cold, “Get lost. Be careful, or Dad will take care of you.”

Lu Jianghe, sitting beside Yu Shen, chuckled and bent to pick up a bottle of mineral water, rolling it toward Yan Yibing.

“The long-awaited Bing Shen finally shows up. Come on, Bing Shen, have some water.”

Chen Chi tapped the files on the table with his pen, “Alright, enough of that. Let’s get down to business.”

Of course, Han Mo was there too.

Today, he wore a thin, breathable black cardigan, adorned with a fake zipper pendant hanging on his chest, and a loose neckline.

His eyelids twitched slowly, not directly meeting Yan Yibing’s gaze.

Yan Yibing scanned the meeting room from the corner of his eye, feeling uncomfortable when he spotted Han Mo.

He took a deep breath, pulled a chair without hesitation, sat in a position far from Han Mo, propped his leg, picked up the files, and remained silent.

In response, Han Mo just raised an eyebrow lightly, saying nothing.

The perplexed Yu Yan frowned, “What’s going on? Why such a bad temper today?”

“It’s nothing. Let’s proceed,” Yan Yibing organized the documents, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, and took a sip.

Yu Yan hesitated for a moment, and looked at Chen Chi, who shrugged, indicating he didn’t understand either.

“Alright, there’s nothing much to say. We’ve discussed it before you arrived. Specifically, it’s about cooperation in training. The league will provide us with a training room, and we’ll need to practice cooperation for at least four hours every day. In theory, the four of us have no major weaknesses, and anyone can play any position. But to prevent any mishaps, we still need to differentiate roles. We drew lots, and here’s a paper ball left for you.”

With that, Yu Yan threw a small paper ball towards Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing raised his hand and caught the paper ball.

Tilting his head, he unraveled the paper ball with his fingertip and took a quick look.

Entry fragger.

Usually, there are two entry fraggers, one sniper, and a free player doubling as the commander.

Entry fraggers charge in, and trigger traps, while snipers set up their rifles, and the free player provides support.

The two entry fraggers often need more cooperation, and sometimes even involve situations like betraying teammates if necessary.

Yan Yibing looked up, “What about the rest of you?”

Yu Yan pointed to Han Mo, “Captain Han is the entry fragger, I’m the commander, and Chen Chi is on the rifle, so you and Captain Han need to cooperate well. Forget about any personal grievances; this represents a national competition, not some casual play.”

Han Mo lifted his eyes and glanced at Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing turned his head, avoiding his gaze, and unwillingly said, “Let’s switch roles. I’ll be the sniper, and Yu Yan, you be the entry fragger.”

Yu Yan smiled, seeming to understand everything, and shook his head slowly.

Chen Chi cleared his throat and, pinching his neck, imitated, “The Chairman expected that you might have various small conflicts and disagreements, so he said, you must practice according to this configuration, put away personal emotions, and focus on the game. You’re all grown-ups, don’t be so overly sensitive.”

Yan Yibing was depressed.

Was this really about being oversensitive?

This was about virtue!

“Gou Bing, what’s that red mark on your neck? Which little fairy kissed you?” Yu Yan’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the red mark on Yan Yi Bing’s fair neck.

It seemed like there was a bit of bruising, as if it had been sucked hard.

But he didn’t really think Yan Yibing had a girlfriend; it was just his usual teasing and banter.

“Your uncle! This damn thing is a mosquito bite, can’t you tell?”

Yan Yibing stood up abruptly, reflexively covering his neck.

His voice was loud, his ears were burning red, and his complexion was not quite normal.

He was currently allergic to the word ‘kiss.’ Just mentioning it made him extremely uncomfortable.

Yu Yan was taken aback, completely surprised by Yan Yibing’s reaction.

In the past, they used to joke about Yan Yibing not having a girlfriend often, and he’d just laugh it off, never being bothered.

What was going on today?

Lu Jianghe, startled, shrunk his neck in fear, grabbed two more bottles of mineral water, and tried to ease the atmosphere. He said, “Bing Shen, don’t worry. Who would dare to tarnish your innocence? Let mineral water help you out a bit.”

Across from them, Chen Chi and Han Mo were almost done with their mineral water. In an attempt to lighten the mood, Lu Jianghe handed two bottles to Yan Yibing, asking him to pass them along.

Yan Yibing took the water and, without hesitation, threw it towards Han Mo.

The bottle was fast, with considerable force, but the direction was perfect, aimed at Han Mo’s stomach.

Han Mo instinctively tightened his arms, holding the mineral water bottle, but it still hit his abdomen, causing a slight pain.

Lu Jianghe was stunned.

Chen Chi, afraid that the second bottle from Yan Yibing would fly towards him, directly hid under the table.

However, Yan Yibing just placed the water bottle heavily on the table, suppressed his anger, and grumbled, “I’ll go to the restroom.”

After he left, Yu Yan blinked, humbly asking, “Which one of you has a higher education level? Tell me, do men also have periods?”

Lu Jianghe sighed, “Answering you in my capacity as an outstanding graduate of Huainan No. 1 Middle School, it’s hard to say.”

Han Mo lowered his head, tilted the mineral water bottle in his palm, smiled lightly, and stood up, “I’ll also step out for a moment.”

He gently placed the water on the table, got up, and leisurely walked out.

The black cardigan was slightly wrinkled by the backrest, fitting snugly around Han Mo’s waist, revealing his beautiful and supple waistline.

Yan Yibing went into the restroom, splashed water on his face, and lifted his hair. The hair, moistened by the cold water, clung softly to his face.

Droplets of water dripped down his hairtips, and the coolness from the evaporating water took away the heat from his skin.

He leaned against the sink, lowered his head, and blew on the water that had slid to the tip of his lips.

A sleepless night had left him somewhat irritable.

He should have controlled himself and seriously discussed the training plan.

But the fact that he had to cooperate with Han Mo was agitating him.

How could he cooperate with Han Mo?

Especially knowing the kind of thoughts the other had about him.

He rubbed his face in irritation, causing his skin to redden. Some water slipped down his neck into his clothes, and the mosquito bites on his body started to itch again.

Especially the one on his neck, the more he scratched, the itchier it got.

Looking in the mirror, he saw a bright red mark, stark against his fair skin, with a few spots of bruising caused by his scratching.

Although he hasn’t been “planted with strawberries” before, he has seen it on TV dramas.

It really looked quite similar.

It’s just that in TV dramas, people always claim it’s a mosquito bite after being sucked.

His, on the other hand, was an authentic mosquito bite.

After calming down, he decided to go out and apologize to those people.

They were all younger than him, but they seemed more mature.

Yu Yan shouldn’t be angry, considering their many years of friendship.

Lu Jianghe was carefree but still needed an explanation.

Chen Chi was good-natured and wouldn’t engage in a confrontation like him.

Han Mo… that bottle he tossed, it probably didn’t hurt him, right?

As Yan Yibing was thinking, the bathroom door opened.

He immediately turned to look, and Han Mo walked in, casually locking the door behind him.

Yan Yibing: “…”

Han Mo appraised Yan Yibing’s face, wet from the water, his eyes slightly cold. He spoke in a low voice, “Dark circles are so heavy, didn’t sleep at all last night?”

Yan Yibing tightened his jaw, coldly and angrily saying, “Don’t you fucking act like nothing happened last night!”

Han Mo was momentarily stunned, then smirked.

He took a few steps forward, closing the distance between him and Yan Yibing. His black eyes darkened as he spoke with a breathy voice, “Why should I act like nothing happened? I’m even worried you might forget.”

Yan Yibing’s jaw tightened, and the dark blue blood vessels on his neck were faintly visible. His curled eyelashes trembled slightly. “I’m your master! I’m straight!”

“Hush.” Han Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled, and with one hand propped on the sink next to Yan Yibing’s waist, he said, “Master, lower your voice. They might come looking for you at any time. Do you want them to hear you?”

A trace of panic flashed in Yan Yibing’s eyes, and he quickly shut his mouth.

Han Mo chuckled softly, “I didn’t reveal it before, and I had to hold it back in front of you. Now I finally don’t have to hold it back anymore. I don’t want to be your disciple, nor do I want to be your opponent. I want to be your man.”

Your! Man!

Yan Yibing’s teeth were trembling.

He thought that Han Mo would feel ashamed, embarrassed, or avoidant when he saw him.

But unexpectedly, Han Mo didn’t care at all, while he himself was constantly overwhelmed by these emotions.

“Your face is really thick!”

“Well, if my face wasn’t thick, how would I chase after someone?”

Han Mo’s eyes flickered, and his gaze, filled with ambiguity, fell on the mosquito bite on Yan Yibing’s neck, lingering slowly.

Suddenly, he extended his hand from his pocket and lifted it.

Yan Yibing subconsciously took a step back, avoiding him, and sensitively said, “Calm down! This is the league headquarters!”

As Han Mo said, he usually neglected exercise, so he couldn’t beat Han Mo. Moreover, this guy had locked the door when he came in, making it impossible for others to come in or for him to go out.

The bathroom was quite private, without even surveillance cameras.

If Han Mo acted impulsively, pressed him down, and kissed him, would he really fight Han Mo?

Seeing Yan Yibing’s defensive posture, Han Mo’s eyes were slightly pained, then he smiled faintly and said softly, “It’s not me who bit your neck, you hit me so hard.”

Yan Yibing’s gaze flickered with a hint of panic, quickly looking away.

He was a bit guilty about this matter.

Using a bottle to hit Han Mo was purely a way to vent, vent his frustration, and dispel his morning grumpiness.

Among the people present, it seemed like only Han Mo could bear his venting.

Yan Yibing muttered under his breath, “Serves you right.”

Han Mo didn’t put down the hand he raised. Instead, he extended it further, presenting something to Yan Yibing.

His fingers opened, revealing a small box of cooling and soothing cream.

He softly coaxed, “Apply this and don’t get angry.”

Author’s Message:

Han Mo: I’ve made my move; did you see it?

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  flowers of our motherland refers to young people or students
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  hara-kiri: is a term often used to refer to the act of ritual suicide by disembowelment, also known as seppuku, which was practiced by samurai in feudal Japan. It was considered an honorable way for a samurai to die to restore honor to himself or his family after committing a grave offense or failure. In this context, it is used metaphorically to emphasize the seriousness or consequence of not fulfilling a commitment.