After all, half of the room still belonged to Sun Tianjiao, and Yan Yibing couldn’t keep Sun Tianjiao at the Infinity Pool all the time.
Checking the time, he was ready to leave.
As he knelt up from Han Mo’s bed, preparing to get off the bed, he was stopped by Han Mo’s outstretched hand.
The bed in the five-star hotel was very elastic, and Yan Yibing, rising too quickly and already unstable, was pushed back by Han Mo. His body trembled on the bed.
“…We still have a match tomorrow!” His Adam’s apple tightened, and he warned Han Mo in a low voice.
But while issuing the warning, he also uncontrollably thought about certain scenes, things Han Mo might do to him in the heat of the moment.
In a brief moment, a battle between reason and desire raged in Yan Yibing’s mind.
Consent—perhaps to some extent, it could also comfort Han Mo’s self-blame.
Refusal—excessive indulgence during the match was not advisable.
Han Mo lightly pursed his lips, leaned forward a bit more, and then used his left hand to support the bed while his right hand reached down.
Yan Yibing couldn’t help but widen his eyes, alarm bells ringing in his mind.
Damn!
Damn, damn, damn!
Is Han Mo going to take off his pants?
This is progressing a bit too fast!
Yan Yibing swallowed hard, held his breath, and raised his hand to intervene.
But then, Han Mo rubbed his stomach, whispering, “I didn’t eat enough tonight, Master, accompany me to get something to eat.”
Yan Yibing: “…”
Fortunately, it’s not what he thought.
If it were, he didn’t know if he would first take a look at what was inside Han Mo’s pants or push him away.
Probably look.
Damn it, he’s not that straight anymore.
However, Han Mo would never know what he just missed.
Yan Yibing’s hand, raised halfway, awkwardly landed on Han Mo’s shoulder, patting it, “Let’s eat.”
Han Mo pulled Yan Yibing up, then massaged his wrist, and finally let go.
Yan Yibing muttered, “It’s not uncomfortable anymore. Should I order some supper for you?”
Han Mo thought for a moment, “Don’t bother, let’s just eat something casually outside.”
Busan was a city that never slept, and the various night markets wouldn’t start quieting down until around 4 a.m. Now, it was only 9 p.m.
Yan Yibing emphasized, “Generally, they don’t encourage going out to eat.”
Han Mo replied, “It’s not that easy to get food poisoning. Let’s find a reputable restaurant. Mainly, I don’t want to stay in the hotel environment.”
The place was filled with participants and competition staff. Just wandering in the lobby, you could run into people you needed to greet.
Feeling quite suppressed by the competitive atmosphere all day, many players had already sneaked out.
Yan Yibing hesitated for just a second, “Okay, you get ready. I’ll go tell Sun Tianjiao.”
He deleted both WeChat and Weibo, and not wanting to spend long-distance call fees to reach Sun Tianjiao, he decided to go up to the rooftop once.
As he reached the elevator, he happened to encounter Sun Tianjiao coming down.
Sun Tianjiao raised an eyebrow, “Did you finish your business?”
Yan Yibing nodded, “Yes, I was actually coming up to find you.”
Sun Tianjiao glanced at him, and couldn’t help but complain, “I can’t stand being there anymore. I just went up to the swimming pool and happened to run into NNTC and PYP together. They probably didn’t recognize me, chatting on the beach bed next to me. Why does fate give me such strong language-learning abilities? Why did I manage to master Korean with just one semester of elective study?”
Yan Yibing: “…”
Sun Tianjiao continued, “Damn, their manners are really terrible. PYP is temporarily in the first place, right? Li Xihan was joking with PYP’s captain Kim Taeran, saying that they played the game blindfolded today and tomorrow, when they open their eyes, they’ll pull us and Japan’s ANK down.”
Yan Yibing lightly chuckled, “Let them talk, it’s just trash talk.”
Although they had serious mutual consumption with NNTC at the beginning of today’s matches, the point gap with the first-placed PYP wasn’t that significant. It wasn’t entirely impossible to surpass them.
Sun Tianjiao said, “Heh, do you think it ends here? I heard PYP and NNTC are colluding, saying they want to split jump points based on flight routes, avoid internal conflicts, and even say they’ll help each other secure the top two. They mentioned two jump points, but it could also be a diversion, after all, it was in a public place like the swimming pool. I suspect they had privately divided the jump points before. Look at today’s three rounds; PYP and NNTC were far apart and never encountered each other.”
Yan Yibing casually said, “Normal, they’ve done this kind of thing before.”
Sun Tianjiao exclaimed, “It just makes me angry.”
Yan Yibing sighed and whispered, “Don’t get angry. I’m here.”
Sun Tianjiao was touched by this sentence.
He felt a bit moved instantly, and suddenly opened his arms, giving Yan Yibing a hug, “Yes, having you is great. I feel at ease.”
For so many years, it had always been like this.
As long as Yan Yibing was there, he had confidence, and facing sponsors, he wouldn’t feel insecure.
Yan Yibing never let him down; Zero and ICE were an inseparable whole.
For a moment, Sun Tianjiao sentimentally thought that Yan Yibing could ask him for anything, and he would agree. Even a 5% increase in live broadcast revenue or a two-point increase in endorsement splits.
Yan Yibing was shivering from his hug and managed to push him away reluctantly, “Alright, alright, don’t cling to me.”
Sun Tianjiao grumbled, “Heh, men; just now you were comforting me, and now you’re impatient.”
Yan Yibing narrowed his eyes, “Tell your sugar daddy bosses about that. It’s useless telling me.”
Sun Tianjiao complained, “You know, Boss Bian has a unique way of comforting people.”
Yan Yibing said, “Really not easy. There’s someone who can tolerate your mouth.”
Sun Tianjiao proudly said, “This is called different strokes for different folks. Boss Bian had a difficult childhood, not many friends, parents were not at home. He has that kind of lonely personality, and likes someone like me who is willing to chat. With my mouth, next year’s contract renewal is secured!”
Yan Yibing said, “Haven’t you noticed you’ve been mentioning Boss Bian quite frequently lately?”
Sun Tianjiao asked, “Have I?”
“Never mind.” Yan Yibing handed the room card to Sun Tianjiao, took out his phone, and called Han Mo. After just two rings, Han Mo picked up, and Yan Yibing urged, “How is it? I’m waiting for you at the elevator.”
Sun Tianjiao: “Who are you calling? Didn’t you say you didn’t buy a SIM card?”
Yan Yibing was momentarily stunned, only now realizing the issue with long-distance call charges.
It wasn’t that he cared much about the money; it’s just that he could have used data, and there was no need to incur additional charges.
But he had forgotten in the heat of the moment.
Soon, Han Mo came out of the room wearing a long-sleeved coat.
“I brought 160,000 Korean won. Is that enough?”
Yan Yibing made a rough estimate; it’s a bit less than a thousand.
“It’s enough, let’s go.”
Sun Tianjiao was puzzled, “Wait, what are you two going to do?”
Yan Yibing, not mentioning having dinner with Han Mo, simply said, “Just going out for a stroll, to relax.”
Sun Tianjiao stared, “Haven’t you noticed that you’ve been getting closer to Han Mo lately?”
Yan Yibing shrugged, innocently saying, “Have I?”
Sun Tianjiao exclaimed, “Damn, you’re not planning to use reason and emotion, trying to poach him from Xiao Ding, right?”
Sun Tianjiao greedily swallowed some saliva, “Well, it’s not impossible.”
Yan Yibing frowned, looking at Sun Tianjiao.
Han Mo straightforwardly said, “You’re overthinking, Manager Sun.”
Sun Tianjiao grumbled, “Ah, well, maybe. I’m also afraid Xiao Ding will come and compete with me with a dagger.”
Stepping out of the hotel’s entrance, breathing in the air of the night mixed with the sea breeze, Yan Yibing felt his mood improving.
He took the initiative, “Sun Tianjiao told me that NNTC and PYP are colluding.”
Han Mo remained calm, “Hmm, it would be strange if they weren’t.”
Yan Yibing chuckled, “Don’t spread this around, it affects unity.”
Han Mo’s eyes sharpened, facing the evening breeze, he said in a deep voice, “Tomorrow, I’ll cooperate with you well. It won’t…won’t happen again, like today.” Yan Yibing lazily said, “You better perform well if you still want gifts.”
He walked a few steps quickly, heading towards the direction where the neon lights were more concentrated.
Han Mo’s Adam’s apple rolled, and he quickly caught up.
The hotel was not far from Haeundae, and near Haeundae, there was Haeundae Market with plenty of eateries.
They chose a pork soup and rice restaurant that looked the cleanest.
Han Mo ordered a bowl of soup and rice, while Yan Yibing got a cup of milk tea.
The night was bustling with people, but luckily it was past dinner time, so there was no need to wait in line.
Han Mo skillfully poured hot water, warming the small bowls and spoons.
Sipping his milk tea, Yan Yibing commented, “So particular.”
When the pork soup and rice arrived, he realized the heated bowls and spoons were for him.
Han Mo ladled some from the pot and placed it in the small bowl.
Han Mo: “I heard it’s delicious, give it a try.”
Soon, the landlady brought four plates of specially made Korean side dishes.
The side dishes were delicately arranged, though not in large quantities. It was said that they could be refilled for free, but usually, people didn’t ask for seconds.
The landlady, not tall, with curly hair, looked amiable and warm.
After placing the side dishes, she folded her hands in front of her and leaned forward, asking with a smiling face, “Du bun jeohui jibe cheoeum o syeot na yo” (Is this your first time dining at my place?)
Han Mo raised his eyes, and glanced at Yan Yibing with confusion.
With a faint smile, Yan Yibing replied, “u ri neun jungguk eseo mak wat da” (We just arrived from China).
The landlady nodded in surprise and became more enthusiastic, “hanguk e osin geol hwanyeong hap ni da” (Welcome to Korea).
Yan Yibing nodded in response, “gamsahamnida” (Thank you).
The landlady asked, “dul i chin han chingu ji?” (Are you two good friends?)
Yan Yibing paused, not answering immediately.
Han Mo, not understanding Korean, remained silent, just lifting his eyes and earnestly looking at Yan Yibing.
Uncertain if the question was too difficult, exceeding Yan Yibing’s vocabulary, Han Mo spoke nothing.
Though the restaurant and the sea were separated by a distance, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing on the beach could be clearly heard.
The slow, persistent sound waves, accompanied by the clear night sky and bright moonlight, were conveying a sense of steadiness.
Yan Yibing shook his head slowly and said softly, “anio, u ri neun yeonin ip ni da” (No, we are lovers).
With that, he lowered his head calmly and took a sip of the soup and rice.
The rice grains were tender, the soup flavorful, with minced pork mixed in unexpectedly making it delicious.
The landlady was slightly surprised, but then her gaze became more benevolent. She adjusted her curly hair and nodded, saying, “hanguk eseo jeul geo un sigan bo naese yo.” (Wishing you a pleasant time in Korea.)
As the landlady left, Han Mo leaned over and asked, “What did she just say?” Yan Yibing, with his eyes lowered and eyelashes curled, leisurely scooped the soup and rice, swallowing it along with the spicy cabbage.
He casually said, “She asked if the pork soup and rice were good.”
Han Mo was silent for a moment, then whispered, “Not as good as Chaoshan clay pot porridge.”
Yan Yibing couldn’t help but laugh, swept his tongue over his lower lip, licked away the soup, and deliberately followed Han Mo, “Hmm, that’s what I told her too.”
Narrowing his eyes, Han Mo, under the table, clamped Yan Yibing’s knee with his legs, murmuring, “Liar.”
Yan Yibing pulled back his leg, but Han Mo’s grip was tight, and he couldn’t retract it.
He had no choice but to lift his eyes, looking directly into Han Mo’s eyes, and said seriously, “I didn’t lie to you.”
Han Mo didn’t believe, “I’ll learn Korean when I get back.”
Yan Yibing was quite relaxed, not worried at all, “Go ahead, you won’t remember what we said anyway.”
Han Mo took out his phone, started recording, and calmly said, “I’ll record it first. I’ll listen again once I learn.”
Yan Yibing was surprised and forgot to retract his knee, “Can you remember what we said just now?”
Han Mo whispered, “More or less.”
His memory was quite good, always has been.
This could be considered the only useful thing he inherited from the disgusting Han Tang.
Finishing his words, based on his memory, he started slowly spitting out those awkward romanized words into the phone.
The pauses might be incorrect, and the pronunciation might not be entirely accurate, but the overall meaning was conveyed.
Yan Yibing was shocked.
Two Korean girls at the next table, listening to Han Mo, turned curiously.
When Han Mo was about to recite the part about their relationship, Yan Yibing promptly covered his mouth.
Yan Yibing, embarrassed, his ears turning red, whispered, “Enough… stop…”
Author’s Message:
Han Mo: He’s my wife.
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