For breakfast, Yan Yibing had two chocolate croissants and a bowl of sweet milk, though it wasn’t the oat flavor.
After finishing, he put on his headphones and sat still in the chair, staring blankly ahead.
Before important matches, Yan Yibing would switch to a more reserved mode, temporarily deleting his Weibo and WeChat, refusing to receive any messages.
Top players each had their own temperament. Yu Yan and Ding Luo were walking around the hotel lobby, Lu Jianghe was catching up on sleep, Chen Chi was listening to cross-talks, and Han Mo was repeatedly watching replay videos.
If Yan Yibing could stay out of the situation, he would find the scene in front of him a bit funny.
Because he had rarely seen this group of people look so nervous, so nervous that even their little quirks couldn’t be concealed.
Although they had played in the World Championship many times, it was always as a team, carrying the future of the team and personal reputation.
This was the first time they were assembling the strongest lineup to participate in a competition in the name of their country.
Similar competitions were happening simultaneously in major continents. Some said it might be a sign of esports joining the Olympics.
None of them could afford the consequences of underperforming, especially Yan Yibing and Chen Chi, who is not long from retirement. It was not worth risking their reputation.
Sun Tianjiao couldn’t hold his tongue, continuously chattering.
“The guy with glasses and an egg-roll hairstyle on the left is the Korean commentator, a die-hard Park fan. Park Il-li has a famous clip of doing something stupid, throwing a grenade at the window frame, bouncing back, and blowing himself up. He can even twist it as Park Il-li deliberately giving pressure and performance opportunities to his team members. Just wait for him to boast about it during the match.”
“The little sister from Japan, a former girl group member turned commentator, has a lot of fans on social media, and her viewership is undoubtedly high. Honestly, I also like that type.”
“But we’re not inferior here. Xie Feng is also a veteran commentator, rarely making mistakes and able to control the overall situation. Lemon is not worse than that Japanese girl, talking about appearance. There might also be some online broadcasts in China, from TZC and Firefly. YouYou Live and Mangxing TV are competing for traffic.”
Yan Yibing had the Heart Sutra playing in his headphones, but because Sun Tianjiao kept babbling, he didn’t feel calm at all.
Yan Yibing took off his headphones, “I’m going to the bathroom.”
Sun Tianjiao paused and urged him, “Go, go, any of you who want to go go, later on when the match starts there will be a limit of two people traveling together.”
Yan Yibing pocketed his phone, finished the last sip of milk, then took a deep breath and walked out leisurely.
Just as he turned the corner, he saw Lemon and Han Mo standing by the milky-white marble wall.
The marble was imprinted with messy and delicate patterns, resembling wisps of smoke wandering on the entire slab. Yet, despite each slab having similar patterns, it looked exceptionally harmonious.
Lemon was a bit short, wearing a light gray headband. She had to tilt her head to look up at Han Mo, and her eyelashes were excessively curled.
Han Mo had his hands in his pockets, a cold expression on his face, and his gaze lowered, quiet enough that you couldn’t even hear his breathing. If it weren’t for his eyelashes occasionally trembling, one might mistake him for a wax figure at the entrance of a bathroom with a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign.
However, the contrast between the two— one tall, one short, one cold, one warm—was quite harmonious.
Yan Yibing tugged at his lips and passed by them silently without disturbing them.
He was really in a hurry to go to the bathroom, and he really didn’t care about such trivial matters.
When passing by, he heard Lemon encouraging Han Mo.
“Han Shen, good luck! Believe that you can do it!” Lemonn’s eyes sparkled, and a strong fragrance emanated from her.
Han Mo’s gaze trembled slightly, pursed his lips, and curtly said, “Thank you.”
Since Lemon had known about his cold personality from day one, she didn’t mind. She was even planning to invite Han Mo to her livestream room for ranked matches when the competition ended.
“How about we have a meal together after the match? Or play a ranked match? Oh, I heard you’ve been chasing after a girl lately? Who is it? Do I know her?”
Han Mo’s mind was no longer there. He turned his head and casually said, “I’m going to the bathroom.”
Lemon was stunned for a moment, muttering to herself, “Didn’t you just come out?”
“I left my phone inside,” Han Mo said briefly, made a simple farewell gesture to Lemon, and quickly turned back towards the bathroom.
Yan Yibing had just finished dealing with his personal needs, lifting his neck, squinting his eyes, preparing to pull up his zipper.
Han Mo directly pushed the door and walked in.
Yes.
The bathroom in the hotel lobby was very user-friendly, with a proper door, but quite inconsiderate in not providing dividers for the urinals.
If it were any other man, Yan Yibing wouldn’t even spare a glance. He would calmly tuck Xiao Yan back, adjust his pants, and leisurely proceed to wash his hands.
But this time, it was Han Mo who entered.
Han Mo had that kind of thought about him. Last time at the internet cafe, Xiao Yan almost got caught by Han Mo.
Moreover, he couldn’t straightforwardly say that he didn’t want Xiao Yan to be touched by Han Mo.
“Fuck, you…”
Yan Yibing was startled, instinctively turned around, facing away from Han Mo, hurriedly pulling up his pants.
Perhaps in his urgency, the zipper got caught in the underwear, and no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn’t go up. He was so anxious that he was nearly going crazy.
Xiao Yan was still cowering in the air, but the zipper was stuck. Han Mo approached step by step. Yan Yibing was on the verge of losing his mind.
Han Mo watched Yan Yibing’s back with great interest.
Yan Yibing, in his haste, exerted force with his arm, and the butterfly bone would also tensed up. Through the thin white short sleeves, his back contours looked exceptionally good.
“Why hide, master? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”
Yan Yibing’s face turned hot. He pulled up and down, finally fixing the zipper. He not-so-gently stuffed Xiao Yan back in, zipped up, and took a deep breath.
“You just came out, why are you back again? Nervous and need to pee frequently?”
He preemptively tried to steer the conversation.
Han Mo chuckled, seeing there was no one else in the restroom. He approached, taking advantage of Yan Yibing washing his hands, and encircled Yan Yibing between his arms.
“I don’t have frequent urination or urgent urination, but the nervousness is real.”
He rested his chin on Yan Yibing’s shoulder, like a little dog addicted to the scent of its owner, his nostrils twitching, gently sniffing the fragrance of sweet milk lingering around Yan Yibing’s lips.
Yan Yibing was about to interrupt Han Mo’s excessively intimate actions, but when he looked up in the mirror, he found Han Mo’s eyes were bright and sincere, devoid of any hint of joking.
Perhaps, ever since this person became the captain of Prince, he had always been serious and calm, like a deep pool without ripples. So even Yan Yibing had forgotten that Han Mo could feel nervous too.
Like a high school student entering the college entrance examination hall, like a student representative giving a speech in front of school leaders, like a newcomer in the workplace interviewing for the first time.
Vivid and lively.
This feeling was quite special.
Yan Yibing rarely had the opportunity to feel that he was a mature adult six years older than Han Mo.
Having faced more significant events, he remained calmer in handling situations, with a higher ability to withstand risks.
He raised an eyebrow, then couldn’t help but chuckle, using his clean, wet fingers to pat Han Mo’s cheek.
“No way, Han Shen?”
Han Mo felt that his exposed emotional state had been teased by Yan Yibing. Unhappy, he opened his mouth, teeth against Yan Yibing’s shoulder, biting not too lightly or too heavily.
“Hiss.” Yan Yibing shrugged his shoulder, eyes filled with a smile. He tried to turn within the small circle that Han Mo had created, facing him directly.
His lower back leaned against the sink, left leg slightly bent, water droplets on his hands evaporating slowly into the air.
He raised his almond-shaped eyes, looking at the watermarks on Han Mo’s face that he had wiped, and said softly, “Little brother, I should be the nervous one. The pressure can’t possibly fall on you.”
Among the four, Yan Yibing was undoubtedly the senior, holding the title of eternal light of PUBG on his head.
He had received the most awards, experienced rising periods, reached the pinnacle, and had never fallen from grace.
However, every match after the age of twenty-three was a gamble for him, betting on whether the word “eternal” could continue to hang over his head.
It was both an honor and a double-edged sword.
Han Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled as he exhaled softly, murmuring, “I’m afraid others will scold you.”
Yan Yibing was taken aback.
So, it wasn’t the game that made Han Mo nervous; it was him?
Han Mo was worried that Yan Yibing wouldn’t perform well, that his condition would decline, that he would become a scapegoat, and that he would be criticized by esports fans in the country.
Because of love, Han Mo was also anxious about the impending sword falling.
This person…
Yan Yibing felt a twinge of heartache, yet a warm feeling.
He smiled with narrowed eyes, and playfully caressed Han Mo’s chin, like appeasing a depressed little wolf.
“Well then, play well, cooperate with me, and support me.”
Ten o’clock.
The orange lights illuminated the entire venue, and in the center of the massive stage, the letters “PUBG” shimmered with a reddish glow.
The light seemed to have been manipulated to shoot out fibrous beams, appearing to float in the air in the bright venue.
The player seats were already open, seven seats facing each other, separated by steps.
The Chinese team hadn’t sorted out their equipment yet, but the Korean commentators were already taking advantage of the home field and starting to hype up NNTC.
“I have to say that NNTC’s condition this time is really good. The players seem to have gained a few pounds recently. It seems like they haven’t sensed any tension at all. But with NNTC’s influence, it doesn’t seem like they should be nervous, hahaha…”
Xie Feng had just put on his headphones and couldn’t wait to mock, “Listening to the voice of the egg roll head, I can’t help but make awkward expressions as always.”
Lemon laughed, “The person just now is a Korean commentator, a die-hard fan of Park Il-li. Let’s just listen; there’s no need to take it seriously.”
Xie Feng said, “Alright, since the match hasn’t started yet, let’s follow the director’s lens and check out the players’ status. It seems like Chen Chi is not here; he must have gone to the bathroom. Yu Yan’s keyboard is still placed at that strange angle. I once wondered how he could play so well with such a tricky setup. Then there’s Han Mo; oh Han Mo is massaging Bing Shen…’s hands?”
Xie Feng, upon seeing the director’s footage, was shocked.
Lemon was also stunned and tried to cover up, “Uh… this shows that everyone has a very good relationship. Even in newly formed teams, as long as there is a spirit of mutual help, winning the championship is a sure thing.”
Barrage:
【Damn, is this for real, or is it just for show?】
【I’m scared. I feel like Han Mo is going to backstab Bing Shen! Protect our Bing Shen!】
【??? I’m disgusted. Is this workplace bullying? Using seniority to make players give him a massage before the game? Yan Yibing is awesome.】
【Can’t they just have a good relationship?】
【Laughing to death. Newcomers, wait three months before speaking.】
【Those two are true love! I said it! Love what you want!】
【Idiot, get lost.】
【Get lost.】
【All shut up! Go China! Beat them!】
【AXE, CNG, Zero, Prince, go! Go China!】
Fortunately, the arguing barrage was only a minority, and soon the provoking remarks were swept away by the “Go China” messages.
At least at this moment, the fans of AXE, CNG, Zero, and Prince were united.
Half an hour later, the match officially began.
The dazzling orange lights trembled violently, and the flags of the East Asia Championship slowly descended from the steps.
The music quieted down along with the trembling shattered lights.
The large screens surrounding them displayed the familiar island scenery.
As the game loaded, all players landed in an amusement park area.
Jungle, sunset, shimmering waves, and fine white sand.
The tranquility at this moment seemed like the calm before the storm. The flight path quickly refreshed.
Western flight path.
Yan Yibing glanced at Chen Chi.
Chen Chi furrowed his brows and whispered, “Don’t contest points with NNTC; let’s go to the fishing village.”
Yan Yibing nodded gently without questioning.
Since Chen Chi was designated as the commander this time, Yan Yibing wouldn’t overstep the boundaries.
Everyone has a different style; choosing any point in the early game wouldn’t be a mistake.
Competing for points with NNTC wasn’t worth the loss; Erangel map was vast, and they weren’t lacking in equipment.
As for those fifty NPC characters, since they had no fear of death, they would undoubtedly jump into the more significant areas.
Choosing the relatively secluded fishing village was a good decision by Chen Chi.
As soon as the four of them landed, they indeed didn’t encounter those fifty NPCs. Yan Yibing reported information while picking up equipment.
“Mines have people; not sure if it’s NNTC. P City is temporarily empty; maybe we can head there later.”
Han Mo quickly added, “There are roughly two teams in the direction of the airport.”
Yu Yan scanned around, frowned at his available equipment, and asked, “Where to?”
Chen Chi replied, “P City.”
With insufficient equipment, of course, they had to continue searching.
Based on the flight path and the information they gathered while parachuting, they decided to go to P City.
Yu Yan and Chen Chi would clean up the wilderness, attempting to scope the mines. Yan Yibing and Han Mo, as the entry fraggers, headed towards P City.
P City remained as peaceful as ever, surrounded by water, with rippling waves.
There were no footsteps, no gunfire, and scattered equipment on the ground.
Yan Yibing casually pocketed two bottles of drinks and sighed in relief.
Han Mo followed not far behind, coordinating with him as he boldly explored deeper into P City.
“No one should be here.”
Yan Yibing reported briefly, but the next moment, his heart throbbed with an uneasy feeling.
Something was off.
Actually, he couldn’t pinpoint what was strange because P City was too peaceful, and the ground had good equipment.
But he never ignored his intuition.
This shouldn’t be.
Although P City couldn’t be considered a perfect spot, and it wasn’t the usual home for various teams, considering this flight path, did no one really head towards P City except for them?
Did NNTC get enough loot at the mines?
If they didn’t encounter them, where were they planning to go next?
Yu Yan calmly remarked, “It seems like I didn’t see NNTC coming out of the mines in that direction.”
Yan Yibing instinctively said, “Han Mo, don’t come over!”
Han Mo halted his steps, refraining from advancing further into P City.
Yan Yibing swiftly rushed towards cover and tossed a decoy frag grenade toward the restaurant.
In the instant the grenade exploded, he keenly felt a slight sound of footsteps.
Yan Yibing peeked over the wall, and his health suddenly dropped by twenty-five percent.
The opponent had a suppressed sniper rifle!
His brows furrowed, quickly deploying smoke, changing positions, but the opponents seemed to sense something. A barrage of bullets relentlessly pursued.
Yan Yibing struggled to retreat towards the back zone using the walls and fences, but the pursuers were already blatantly following.
Han Mo was about to rush over upon hearing gunfire, but before he could take a few steps, Yan Yibing calmly shouted, “Don’t come over; go set up an ambush with Yu Yan and the others.”
He couldn’t escape anymore.
A complete squad was lying in ambush in P City, and the opponents even had a suppressed sniper rifle. The possibility of them getting wiped out here was much higher than wiping out an entire enemy squad.
If it weren’t for his caution, both he and Han Mo wouldn’t have escaped.
Yan Yibing threw the last smoke grenade, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
To this moment, he hadn’t figured out where the person with the suppressed sniper rifle was. Once the smoke dissipated, he would become an easy target.
But he wasn’t willing to be taken down like that, so he had to take a gamble.
Gambling that someone would be camping in a well-known spot, gambling that the opponent was a foreign player he was familiar with.
As the thick white fog gradually thinned, Yan Yibing tossed a Molotov cocktail towards the restaurant. Before the Molotov landed, he swiftly fired a burst of shots.
The Molotov rolled and smashed through the restaurant window, the glass making a crisp shattering sound, followed by a dazzling burst of flames inside the canteen.
【Zero-ICE eliminated NNTC-nue using a Molotov cocktail】
【Zero-ICE eliminated by grenade fragments】
Two elimination messages appeared, revealing the identity of the team lying in ambush at P City.
Like the Chinese team, NNTC also didn’t jump to the mines; they predicted the Chinese team would go there, so they secretly came to P City to intercept the delivery.
Although Yan Yibing and his team jumped to the fishing village, fate led them to P City.
Barrage:
【Taking risks, typical operation for an entry fragger. Sigh.】
【Damn, what’s Han Mo doing?】
【This is a fucking trap. Han Mo shouldn’t have gone there in the first place, Yan Yibing can’t be saved.】
【Yan Yibing is still awesome; he managed to take one down.】
【And in the end, he blew himself up with a grenade; his awareness is excellent.】
【Wuwuwu, truly Bing Shen!】
Xie Feng: “Ah! Bing Shen! What a pity, my heart aches!”
Lemon: “NNTC is truly cunning; they intentionally didn’t touch any equipment in positions three and four just to lure them in. Earlier information suggested their home base was in the mines, and they didn’t even go back there.”
Xie Feng: “Fortunately, Bing Shen’s reactions and awareness are top-notch, and his tactics and emergency response are also exceptional. Not only did he prevent the opponents from scoring points, but he also took one down.”
Lemon: “Actually, I was thinking, if Han Mo had come over to help, would it—”
Xie Feng firmly stated, “No, the opponent has a suppressed sniper rifle. If it weren’t for our God’s eye view, I wouldn’t have found NNTC’s Li Xihan. It’s good that we didn’t lose two people in this wave; now NNTC’s team must be upset.”
The director timely switched the camera to NNTC’s four players.
Nue, who was blown up by Yan Yibing using the Molotov, clenched his fists, his face twisted, looking at the screen with a dark expression.
Captain Li Xihan didn’t look good either.
He was patient, ambitious, and even if Han Mo had come, he might not necessarily have taken action. He wanted to wait until the entire Chinese team arrived at P City. His goal was to wipe out the entire Chinese team in P City.
They had a complete operational plan against this team, all summarized by Coach Park. It was based on the Chinese team’s habitual thinking.
For example, Yan Yibing; he was cautious, liked overseeing the big picture, and preferred strategizing from the rear.
So, Li Xihan never anticipated that the first entry fragger, rushing into the heart of P City, would be Yan Yibing.
They were caught off guard.
Yan Yibing was indeed cautious and ruthless. Even before stepping into the ambush circle, he sensed something was amiss. The strategically thrown decoy grenade startled NNTC’s nue, making him act foolishly and allowing Yan Yibing to relay the information.
However, at this moment, Li Xihan was still confident.
Just as Coach Park said, Yan Yibing was such a crucial figure. How could he be easily abandoned?
Li Xihan intentionally didn’t aim at Yan Yibing’s head, giving him a chance for rescue. He was waiting for the next fish to take the bait.
He was more hopeful that the hooked fish would be Yu Yan or Chen Chi.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t.
His momentary lapse in judgment instead provided Yan Yibing with a breathing space, allowing him to struggle on the brink of death and eliminate nue with a Molotov.
Blame it on nue’s bad luck, he happened to hide in a location everyone could guess.
Behind the player, Coach Park Il-li couldn’t maintain a calm face.
He had confidently analyzed the weaknesses of these Chinese players for his team. Especially Yan Yibing, he knew almost everything about him, presenting a thorough and well-founded analysis.
However, he didn’t understand why Yan Yibing changed his style. Even more puzzling was why the team willingly sold Yan Yibing.
He was China’s NO.1, after all!
Egg Roll Commentator, speaking fluent and excited Korean, exclaimed, “nue was really careless! His performance was good until now, just didn’t expect the opponent to explode the Molotov. Captain Li must lead the team to counterattack and secure the championship!”
On the competition stage, the orange light in front of Yan Yibing’s seat quietly went out.
He was enveloped in darkness, and the subtle change between brightness and darkness was apparent. Even the usually composed Yan Yibing seemed a bit lost for a moment.
He was quite familiar with these operations on the competition stage. To make it more visually intuitive for the audience, the eliminated players’ lights would go out.
Yet, on this stage, at this moment, besides Han Mo, he still felt a bit lost.
Yan Yibing put down the mouse and rubbed his wrist.
The intense maneuvers just now had strained his hand, and now, it still felt a bit numb and sore when pressed.
Although it was a bit regrettable to be eliminated before entering the first circle, as the first entry fragger, dealing with landmines was his mission.
In this situation, Han Mo had to sacrifice him for the team’s greater benefit.
On the screen, he couldn’t see the situation at P City anymore.
He chose to spectate from Han Mo’s perspective. Han Mo was running, controlling the gun while aiming ahead. The camera shook rapidly, and Han Mo remained vigilant against a potential cold shot from behind.
Escaping in a timely manner, NNTC’s people couldn’t catch up.
Yan Yibing was glad he had stopped Han Mo in time. Seeing Han Mo safe, he leaned back in the gaming chair, intending to express his congratulations to Han Mo for narrowly escaping.
He turned his head, a faint smile still on his face, but when he looked at Han Mo, he was stunned.
Han Mo furrowed his brows, focused, teeth biting down hard on his lip. A deep, pale mark was left on his lower lip by the biting, and around that mark, the lip line cracked, blood dissipating.
Yan Yibing could feel his tension; it seemed like every muscle in his body was exerting force. Han Mo’s fingers struck the keyboard heavily. Even with headphones on, Yan Yibing could feel the strength he used.
Han Mo’s emotions were off.
Even following Chen Chi’s orders required him to take a deep breath before complying.
His departure from P City wasn’t easy. He couldn’t accept it all at once. Yan Yibing had died not far from him, but he couldn’t watch, couldn’t save, and had to turn the information gained from Yan Yibing’s sacrifice into an opportunity to escape.
This was his first time as Yan Yibing’s teammate in an official match.
This was a dream he had been fantasizing about for two years.
Han Mo was willing to be Yan Yibing’s support, to assist him, protect him, and let him roam freely on the battlefield without any worries. He wished to witness the return of the dazzling and sharp Bing Shen from the early days of his career.
Yan Yibing indeed had nothing to fear.
Yan Yibing stepped into the quagmire with no hesitation, but in the end, he saved his life.
This was not what Han Mo wanted.
The match had just begun, and in the small bathroom before the game, Yan Yibing was still smiling as he said to Han Mo, “Play well, cooperate with me, and support me.”
Han Mo had never hated himself so much for not being strong enough.
If he were a bit stronger, strong enough to hold off the remaining three members of NNTC, he could definitely have saved Yan Yibing.
But he couldn’t.
As top-tier players, their skills were almost evenly matched. At this point, what mattered was tactics, cooperation, and skill.
NNTC used tactics to outmaneuver them, and they could only respond with tactical counterattacks.
Han Mo was a professional esports player.
He knew this very rationally, so he abandoned Yan Yibing and left.
But Yan Yibing was, after all, Yan Yibing.
He felt that impulsiveness was almost tearing apart his rationality, cutting it into irregular, scattered fragments that could only be barely stitched together by a thread as thin as silk.
Encountering no obstacles, he smoothly met up with Yu Yan and Chen Chi.
Yu Yan and Chen Chi had already swept through the mine, secured sufficient equipment, set up their guns, and were waiting for NNTC to come out of P City.
The circle had shrunk quite ingeniously, currently at the airport.
Now they had two choices – rush the bridge early to increase the chances of crossing it successfully, or stay here on the slope, setting up their guns to block NNTC.
Yan Yibing withdrew his gaze from Han Mo.
Staring at the screen with a serious expression, he calmly shouted, “Chen Chi?”
Two seconds later, Chen Chi responded, “Robbery.”
This choice was the same as the one Yan Yibing had made before being eliminated.
Because they knew that at least two teams were guarding the airport now, and the number of NPCs was unknown.
Whether they could cross the bridge, the damage after crossing—all of it was unpredictable. This wasn’t a friendly circle. To secure victory in total points, they needed to grab as many kill as possible.
Han Mo silently took the 4x scope and extended magazine from Yu Yan and attached them to the M4.
After Chen Chi gave the order, he swiftly selected a location.
Moments later, a Jeep roared out from the direction of P City, moving at an incredible speed. The front of the car was deliberately maneuvered to avoid getting the tires shot out.
Han Mo, Chen Chi, and Yu Yan showed no mercy; they aimed and fired. Chen Chi and Han Mo focused on shooting the vehicle, while Yu Yan targeted the moving targets.
A few seconds later, just as the front of the car was about to escape their control, Yu Yan took down the driver’s seat with a single shot.
Seizing this opportunity, Li Xihan hastily jumped out of the car and fled. In the next moment, the Jeep was already blown up by Han Mo.
A mushroom cloud of fire rose, and amidst the rolling mushroom cloud, dense white smoke drifted out.
Li Xihan, who had timely ejected from the car, threw smoke grenades one after another, obscuring his position.
Hidden in the white mist, he began frantically healing himself.
That jump from the car had directly cost him half of his health.
Seeing the smoke covering the entire area, Han Mo calmly holstered his gun and quickly rushed down the slope.
With Yu Yan providing cover, Han Mo advanced, estimated the distance, and then threw three grenades from his backpack.
He didn’t know Li Xihan’s exact position, but he wouldn’t give Li Xihan any breathing room.
The three grenades exploded, but there was no kill notification.
With tense lips, Han Mo calmly pulled out the last Molotov cocktail.
A rising fire dragon instantly enveloped the dissipating smoke. Han Mo fired a few shots into the blind spot of the fire dragon. Finally, he saw the kill notification.
【Prince-momo eliminated NNTC-han using M416 Assault Rifle】
Han Mo’s tense lips finally relaxed for a moment.
But it was only a moment.
The poison circle had begun to shrink, and they hadn’t made it into the airport.
In the end, when they tried to rush the bridge, they were ambushed by a three-layer blockade and completely wiped out on the bridge.
They only got the four kills from NNTC, and the result was not ideal.
Fortunately, their strongest opponent, NNTC, hadn’t scored any points yet.
The first day of the competition came to an end, and the Chinese team ranked third.
Looking at it, it was barely acceptable, but definitely not an ideal result.
However, no one was too anxious; after all, there were still two days of competition ahead. Today, they had mostly suffer from bad luck.
Even the coach comforted them, “Don’t take it to heart. Play well tomorrow. NNTC’s performance is lower than ours. I just saw Coach Park Il-li almost have a breast hyperplasia due to anger.”
Yan Yibing and the others had been through various major competitions, so they didn’t need much comfort. However, everyone noticed that Han Mo seemed more silent than before.
Yan Yibing secretly observed but didn’t say anything, still going to dinner happily with everyone.
At night, he ate a whole grilled squid and more than half a bowl of Korean-style mixed rice.
Han Mo only drank a few sips of soybean paste soup, and ate two pieces of tofu. Ding Jun was concerned and asked a question, but he just said he wasn’t used to it.
When it was time to rest in the room, Yan Yibing snatched Sun Tianjiao’s card and said, “Let me use it for a while. Go play at the infinity pool.”
Sun Tianjiao was not very happy, “What do you have to say to Han Mo that you can’t say to me?”
Yan Yibing thought, there were indeed many things, like the soft and soothing words he was about to say. But he just casually said, “Don’t mess around. I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
After Han Mo finished talking with Ding Jun and returned to the room, he pushed the door open and saw Yan Yibing sitting casually on his bed.
Han Mo paused for a moment, then reached back to lock the door.
The lock core clicked, and the door couldn’t be opened from the outside anymore.
Yan Yibing heard it, his eyelids trembled slightly, but he didn’t say anything.
Han Mo walked over, bent down, and propped his hands on the bed, his deep eyes looked at Yan Yibing, and he called out in a low voice, “Master.”
After the match, he changed into a high-collared shirt of a dark color, tucked into a belt. When the muscles on his back tense, the shirt stretches tight, outlining a particularly clear waistline.
Yan Yibing raised his hand, grabbed his shirt collar, and with a bit of force, pulled him closer.
The first button on Han Mo’s shirt was unfastened, and as Yan Yibing pulled, the collar was stretched, revealing the tight and well-defined clavicle.
Han Mo’s neck instinctively tightened, breath quickening.
Yan Yibing glanced at the faintly visible beautiful chest muscles, then nonchalantly shifted his gaze away, softly teasing, “What’s going on, little brother? Your lips are all cracked.”
Han Mo subconsciously bit down on his slightly split lower lip, his gaze slightly focused, seriously reflecting, “I didn’t play well today.”
Yan Yibing chuckled softly, “Who said you didn’t play well? I thought you played quite well.”
Han Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled, eyelids lightly flickering. His gaze fell on Yan Yibing’s slender and fair fingers, the hand that was arching due to gripping his collar, the prominent and beautiful knuckles.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much room for this hand to perform today.
The first entry fragger role is too demanding.
“Tomorrow, let me be the first entry fragger,” Han Mo suddenly said.
He would encounter all the dangers first, step on any possible traps first, and make predictions so that Yan Yibing could avoid danger.
“How naive. Are you still a child? What do you take training for?” Yan Yibing lightly sneered, as if not understanding Han Mo’s meaning, playfully mocking him.
Han Mo raised his eyes, gaze trembling, and his deep voice said seriously, “If I were a child, Master wouldn’t have left marks here.”
Han Mo pointed to his own neck.
With the collar wide open, the faint, almost dissipated bite mark was revealed.
Yan Yibing paid no attention, and ignored the ‘evidence’ on Han Mo’s neck. He bent his almond-shaped eyes, leaned close to Han Mo’s ear, and teasingly said, “Children like rewards. If you play well and get MVP, I’ll give you a gift you want.”
Han Mo raised an eyebrow, curiosity reaching its peak, “What gift?”
Yan Yibing moved his fingers, buttoning up that button for him, and ambiguously said, “I’ll say after the match.”
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