dissatisfied [e-sports]

end of March.

Two days before Yan Yibing left to go abroad, he received a call from Liang Hefeng.

He was eating hot pot with Han Mo at home at that time, and he was too lazy to even eat. He didn't want to wait nine seconds for tender beef, hairy belly, etc., but threw them in directly. When to eat, so you can't always eat the best taste.

So Han Mo naturally cleaned it for him, put the well-cooked hairy belly on his plate, picked a piece for him, and then picked it for himself.

Yan's mother glanced at Yan Yibing and coughed heavily.

"You do it yourself, and let others take care of you when you grow old."

Yan Yibing shook the phone: "I'm talking about business."

Sun Tianjiao is a caring person, the game is about to start, he leads everyone through the process over and over again, as if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, wishing to take over the entire team's food.

In addition, there is also the promotion method of this sponsored product. There are new tricks every day, and they are also communicating and changing frequently.

As the captain, Yan Yibing must remember these things.

He had just replied to Sun Tianjiao's message that he was about to quit WeChat and have a good meal. The next second, a voice call came over.

It wasn't Sun Tianjiao, it was Liang Hefeng.

Yan Yibing frowned, and involuntarily tilted his phone to prevent Han Mo from seeing his phone screen.

Han Mo was drinking Coke with his head up, not noticing his abnormality.

Yan Yibing looked away and took a deep breath.

Han Mo has Liang Hefeng's PTSD, so there's no need for him to provoke Han Mo's anger because of Liang Hefeng.

But since Liang Hefeng called, he couldn't keep pretending that he didn't see it. Even if he didn't answer now, he still had to reply tomorrow.

Yan Yibing stood up, left the table holding his phone, and walked to the living room.

With his hands in his pockets and his back leaning against the stairs, in a dimly lit place, he pressed the answer button.

Yan Yibing said calmly, "Hello."

In the mobile phone, there was a noise, whether it was the sound of wind or the sound of electricity, humming, which made his voice even colder.

There was a few seconds of silence on the opposite side, and Yan Yibing could hear deep and long breathing, as if the owner of the voice was making some decision and needed to brew it before he could say it.

Immediately, Liang Hefeng smiled.

It was the kind of fake, perfunctory, careless smile that could be heard just from the sound.

Yan Yibing was sure that he didn't even twitch the corners of his lips much.

After laughing, Liang Hefeng changed into a gentle and exaggerated, almost flattering tone, and said accommodatingly: "We haven't seen Bing for a long time, I'm really busy these days, my mother's condition relapsed again, the doctor told me A lot of medicines have been prescribed, but nothing has improved, and I blame her for being too small-minded, I really can’t live with her, and I’m going to send her to the hospital, and I’m looking for her right now.”

Yan Yibing was in a daze.

In this short year, too many changes have taken place in his life, and Han Mo's spare time has also been filled to the brim.

He almost forgot that Liang's mother made trouble for him, which happened at this time last year.

How do you feel that the past is so far away?

The frantic, hoarse face was blurred.

He even recalled that when he was a student, Liang's mother was normal, gentle, and looked like an elite woman.

She would even buy two chocolates when Liang Hefeng was picked up from school, one for Liang Hefeng and one for Liang Hefeng's best friend Yan Yibing.

She often said to Yan Yibing: "A Yike wants to help our family Hefeng study. You are good friends, and Hefeng is willing to listen to you."

His nickname used to be A Yi, but when he grew up, more and more people called him Ice God, so this nickname was forgotten.

Yan Yibing naturally agreed, and he really helped Liang Hefeng study, but Liang Hefeng really couldn't learn.

Thinking back to the past for a while, and thinking that Liang's mother would be sent to a mental hospital soon, he softened a little.

"I wish my aunt a speedy health. You have worked hard. If you need help, tell me."

Although he said so in his mouth, he thought in his heart that he should be polite.

Liang Hefeng saw that his tone was gentle, and his deep breathing gradually became steady.

"Bing, I forgot to congratulate you on your victory in the East Asia Tournament and the Chinese New Year. I was too busy and forgot to contact you."

Of course Yan Yibing didn't care about these things: "It's okay, I know you're busy."

Liang Hefeng let out a "huh" with a long ending, and couldn't help asking: "By the way, are you home?"

At this point in time, and he was going to New York soon, of course he would be packing his things at home.

Liang Hefeng must have calculated this point before asking this question.

Yan Yibing hesitated for a moment, but still didn't want to lie to him: "Yes, but I'm having dinner with my parents."

He followed the latter sentence, basically refusing the possibility of Liang Hefeng coming to him.

He didn't want to meet Liang Hefeng.

Liang Hefeng: "What a coincidence, I'm at the gate of your community. I brought some gifts. I forgot to say hello to my uncle and aunt during the New Year, otherwise..."

Yan Yibing frowned with a deep "Chuan" character, and the frown made his eyes narrow.

"The new year is over, there's no need, you have a lot of places to spend money now, I'll accept it."

Han Mo was still there, how could he let Liang Hefeng in.

Liang Hefeng: "It's quite heavy. I finally came here. I'll see you anyway."

He said that if Yi Bing didn't see him, he wouldn't leave.

Yan Yibing hesitated for a while, and finally sighed: "Wait for me for a while, I'll come out to find you."

After hanging up the voice call, he glanced in Han Mo's direction in confusion.

After a while, Yan Yibing said, "I have a courier here, I'll go and pick it up."

Han Mo turned his head and looked in his direction, with a natural expression, neither suspicious nor angry.

"Shall I fetch it for you?"

Yan Yibing quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I'll be back soon."

Yan's mother muttered: "Why is there a courier at night, you can pick it up tomorrow."

Yan's father said casually, "He can go if he wants."

Yan Yibing held the phone and put on his shoes neatly: "Right away."

He opened the door and went out.

Han Mo withdrew his gaze, stretched his chopsticks into the pot, and picked up a piece of shiitake mushroom.

The shiitake mushrooms fell onto the sesame sauce dish, and his fingers froze.

He raised his eyes slightly, looking at the mist with a strong fragrance that was constantly rising above the pot.

After a few seconds, he put down his chopsticks.

Of course, he was willing to believe Yan Yibing, but Yan Yibing's behavior just now was a bit abnormal.

According to Yi Bing's usual habits, if there is any courier, he will definitely be ordered to pick it up, and then when there is no one, give him some benefits and thank him as if to please him.

Yan Yibing went out and heaved a long sigh.

The cool wind outside quickly took away the smell of hot pot on his body.

It turned out that what came from the phone just now was really wind, and it was quite windy today.

There was no card in their family's community, so he had no choice but to go to the gate of the community to meet Liang Hefeng.

At this point, there were quite a lot of people entering and leaving the community, but most of them were driving. Liang Hefeng stood alone in a shelter from the wind, somewhat conspicuous.

Yan Yibing saw that beside him was a long, columnar object as high as his chest.

Liang Hefeng saw him first, and then waved to him.

Yan Yibing walked forward quickly.

When he walked in, he realized that Liang Hefeng was wearing a pair of skis.

Good skis come at a premium, even for mediocre ones.But this thing is good, but it is a bit tasteless to Yan Yibing who lives in the south.

The ski resorts in the south are basically artificial snow. There is snow, but it is often wet and not enjoyable at all.

But if you go to the north, it’s not convenient to carry a heavy board. It’s better to travel light and rent it at the ski resort.

Liang Hefeng held the skis next to him and pushed them to Yan Yibing: "I have a ski instructor I know, and the boards recommended are very good. I remember that you used to like skiing very much, and you wanted to go to Zhangjiakou when the winter vacation came, so I decided to go to Zhangjiakou. Give you a pair."

Yan Yibing nodded: "Thank you, but you really don't have to be so polite, just keep it for yourself, I already have boards at home."

But he has not skated for many years because he is worried that sports injuries will damage his arms.

Liang Hefeng: "Well... there is one more thing I forgot to tell you. I left from Xie Feng. He always asked me to comment on the Internet, which is no different from my previous live broadcast. I still have to give him It's not worth sharing."

Yan Yibing was silent for a while, then let out a soft ah.

Liang Hefeng was introduced by him. Xie Feng must have given Liang Hefeng a chance because of his face, but Liang Hefeng couldn't pass the Mandarin level. Xie Feng couldn't give him a big project, otherwise other contract commentators would also angry.

Liang Hefeng stayed for a short time, then left again, but let him make a favor. If he recommends someone in the future, Xie Feng probably won't easily agree.

Forget it.

Yan Yibing said, "It's fine if you think it's beneficial to your own development."

Liang Hefeng: "I heard that Zero signed An Xinghuo during the transfer period last year?"

Yan Yibing: "Yes."

How long has passed, An Xinghuo has represented Zero in the competition, I heard.

Liang Hefeng: "He is very lucky to be able to jump from Aurora to Zero."

Yan Yibing didn't know the meaning of Liang Hefeng talking about An Xinghuo with him, but he still said patiently: "He has good potential, and he has performed well in recent games."

Liang Hefeng: "Have you guided him?"

Yan Yibing: "I will when I have time."

Liang Hefeng smiled: "You are really generous. Back then, you guided Han Mo and a strong enemy, and now you guide An Xinghuo, who was rude to you back then."

Yan Yi Bing said indifferently: "Because I know that it is meaningless to hope that others are not good enough. The newcomers are stronger, which can motivate me not to be lazy."

Liang Hefeng: "Perhaps only a genius like you can say such a thing. You were the same in school back then. You always hoped that the school would send someone who is good enough to challenge you, otherwise you would not find it exciting enough."

Yan Yibing really didn't want to recall the moment when he was pretending to be a sophomore in middle school.

"When I was a child, I used to be unscrupulous. Now it's not like that anymore. There are plenty of people who are better than me in the whole country."

Liang Hefeng: "Actually, I still want to be a player."

He suddenly changed the subject, leaving Yan Yibing at a loss as to how to answer it.

Liang Hefeng: "You are so kind to others, Han Mo made you tear up so ugly, you still forgive him, An Xinghuo was so arrogant back then, you can teach him without any grievances, even Lei Ming, his kind You were the one who forced me to stay in Zero. I was so kind to you, and I followed you like a follower since I was a child. Whatever you say is what you say, and you can play wherever you say. If you have something good, you know how to share it. Here you go, why can't you help me more?"

After Liang Hefeng finished speaking, the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously.

He seems to be trying his best to restrain his gaffe, but this deliberation is even more comical.

When he mentioned how he treated Yan Yibing, his eyes were filled with complaints and resentment, as if he had paid too much but had not received the same treatment.

He always felt that Yan Yi Bing was perfunctory him, but there was nothing he could do about this kind of perfunctory.

He is at a disadvantage, he is the weak side, he even wants to bring a gift to see Yan Yibing, please Yan Yibing take the gift's face into consideration and give him a direction.

Yan Yibing: "..."

He thought, maybe he just has a too good temper, which made Liang Hefeng have so many untimely expectations of him.

Moreover, the few people mentioned by Liang Hefeng are all of excellent personal level. As a senior, he is willing to extend his hand to help them avoid detours.

No matter how much, it still depends on yourself.

Yan Yibing: "If I opened my own club, I would definitely recruit you as a player, but I don't have that ambition, nor do I have the energy, sorry."

Liang Hefeng's pupils dilated slightly, and the thick black round holes mixed with the night, carrying emotions that were hard to see clearly.

His lips were chapped and peeled, trembling with the broken leaves in the night wind.

"My mother is so seriously ill, more or less because of you, because you compare me to nothing.

The first time my mom went crazy was the day you replaced me from Zero.My mother is also very good. She graduated from university and is a senior white-collar worker, so she can't stand that you are so much better than me. From childhood to adulthood, every time you appeared, you stuck in my mother's heart like a needle. She behaved towards you How affectionate, I will be scolded badly when I go back.

Why are you living so well, why are you so lucky?

You are so lucky, and you still refuse to help me. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to be your friend? Sometimes I wish that you never showed up. "

Realizing that his plea was rejected again, Liang Hefeng was a little incoherent and hysterical.

Saliva sprayed into the air, and his chapped lips were torn out even more. As he spoke, he unconsciously shook the skis in his hand violently.

Yan Yibing closed his eyes.

He knew that after today, he and Liang Hefeng were completely broken.

But he wasn't too sad. It turns out that friendship has nothing to do with the length of time.

He took a few steps back: "Calm down, I'll go back first."

After Yan Yibing finished speaking, he turned and walked back without waiting for Liang Hefeng's reaction.

As he walked, he reached out and took out the card in his pocket.

He was thinking in his mind, how to explain to Han Mo later, the courier took too long to pick up, and there was no item.

Liang Hefeng stared at Yan Yibing's back, dazed for a moment.

He found his hysterics ignored.

He was so excited, but it didn't seem to matter to Yan Yibing.

He couldn't stand this kind of gap, it was like punching into the cotton, and he couldn't even hear the sound. Even if Yan Yibing could get angry because of this, how could he scold him?

It can be said that Yi Bing didn't care.

He thought bitterly, if only Yan Yibing couldn't play, he wouldn't be so unbalanced.

In fact, he can bear it very well. Yan Yibing should have retired a long time ago, and he should have retired a few years ago.

If Yan Yibing retired normally, he wouldn't be so out of balance.

No.

Yan Yibing happened to be a genius among geniuses, not only did he pale in comparison to him, even many well-known players were lacklustre in front of Yan Yibing.

Why.

Yan Yibing had already gotten enough, why did God still give it?

His career was cut off with barely a start, with no compensation.

Liang Hefeng clenched the skis in his hands, feeling his blood churning, and suddenly he picked up the skis and chased after Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing had already walked to the gate of the community, and was scanning his card with his head down.

Liang Hefeng held his breath, his whole body trembling with tense muscles, he suddenly lifted the ski and threw it at Yan Yibing's back.

There were a lot of cars coming and going into the community, and the sound of the wheels rolling on the ground covered Liang Hefeng's footsteps, but Yan Yibing didn't notice it.

But when he opened the door and was about to walk in, he suddenly heard an unusual wind.

Years of professional career made his ears very easy to use. His heart shuddered, his body seemed to sense something, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his back.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw the heavy skis smashed towards him.

Just before he had time to react, a strong force suddenly came from the right and pulled him aside.

He almost fell and staggered into someone's arms.

In the arms of a familiar person.

The snowboard swept past the tip of his nose with the sound of howling wind, and then hit the ground heavily, being bounced up to the height of his calf.

Yan Yibing was still in shock, and Xinghe's eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the snowboard that fell to the ground.

Han Mo hugged Yan Yi Bing, and at that moment, his blood almost froze.

Fortunately, this thing is heavy, and it is not convenient for Liang and Feng to get up, otherwise he would not have time to pull Yan Yibing away.

Seeing that Yan Yi Bing was completely fine, he first felt a burst of ecstasy, and then boundless anger.

In fact, not long after Yan Yibing came out, he followed him.

He saw Yan Yibing and Liang Hefeng meeting and talking, but he didn't come over, but quietly smoked a cigarette in the shadow of the treetops.

He only waited for Yan Yibing to turn around to end the conversation before he crushed the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, walking towards Yan Yibing.

He just wanted to pick him up, and tell him by the way that there is no need to hide this kind of thing.

But soon he saw Liang Hefeng holding the skis and striding after him.

Han Mo realized that something was wrong, and immediately rushed towards Yan Yi Bing, and pulled Yan Yi Bing away just at the very moment.

With his back against Han Mo's chest, Yan Yibing could pronounce his name familiarly without turning his head.

"Hanmo..."

He couldn't imagine what would happen if the snowboard hit him head-on without Han Mo just now.

Will it die?

Han Mo gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, the sense of insecurity he used to walk on the line of survival, and the fear of the dying people around him enveloped him like a storm. He survived from the worst environment Well, he has never been a good person, and a good person simply cannot survive in his environment.

But with the passage of time, he is also willing to get closer to the bright life, closer to Yan Yibing's life.

But this scene awakened the vicious dog gene that he had hidden for many years.

He couldn't bear it. Anyone who wanted to hurt Yan Yibing couldn't do it.

Han Mo stared at Liang Hefeng with cold eyes, and patted Yan Yibing's back in a comforting manner. He suddenly stepped forward, raised his foot, and stepped on the skis with such force that Liang Hefeng shook immediately. When he dropped his hand, his palm was crushed hard by the edge of the ski, leaving a lingering pain.

Liang Hefeng was also taken aback.

He didn't really want Yan Yibing to disappear.

He was just out of breath, his blood was on fire, and he did something irrational.

Now that his sanity had returned, he was trembling with fright.

But before he could react, Han Mo bowed, picked up a tree branch on the slate floor, raised his hand and pierced Liang Hefeng's eyeballs without any hesitation.

His movements are clean and neat, much more skillful than Liang Hefeng.

With this stab, Liang Hefeng lost his eyesight.

Liang Hefeng opened his eyes wide in horror, and even forgot to hide for a while.

"Hanmo!"

Yan Yibing came back to his senses, his voice was filled with anger and shock.

Han Mo paused, but the tree branch didn't get in.

Yan Yibing hurried over, hugged his hand, broke off the branch, and threw it aside.

"You're crazy, it's not worth it!"

This time it really stuck in, no matter what Liang Hefeng's motives were, Han Mo would definitely not be able to pull it out.

The business is over.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the security guards of the community also ran over and called the police.

Liang Hefeng was controlled by the community security, and was taken away by the police together with the ski that fell on the ground in embarrassment.

Yan Yibing was still trembling for the rest of his life, panting lightly, with tears of anger and fear in his eyes.

"You stabbed him, what do you do, do you want to destroy yourself! Are you crazy! How old are you! Now is a society ruled by law! Are you fighting underworld?"

Han Mo looked at Yan Yibing, his eyes turned from the brutal and brutal just now to tenderness in an instant.

He paused, bowed his head, and gently kissed Yan Yi Bing's wet eyes.

"scared you?"

"I didn't want to really do it, I just frightened him."

"I've seen this kind of person a lot. You were not injured. He was released after being detained for at most two days. If he can't think about it, he will definitely trouble you in the future."

"The legal system you said makes sense, but it doesn't work for everyone. Those who have no moral bottom line and no emotional bonds must make them afraid of you so that they dare not touch you."

"Just now, he really thought I would do it."

"Master, don't cry, my heart hurts."

After Han Mo explained, he also kissed the wet corner of his other eye.