Chapter 642
Can the body handle it?
Yu Shuang caught Su Mo's movement of turning to block people, and her heart couldn't help but feel a little warm.
Amidst the barrage of flashing lights and the heart-wrenching cries of fans, Su Mo stood like a wall of sighs, shielding him from all the pushing and shoving.
He had one hand in his pocket, and although his eyes behind his sunglasses were obscured, the calm smile on his lips gave the girls behind him an unparalleled sense of security.
"Don't push, everyone be careful." Su Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power in the noisy environment, carrying its own aura.
After finally squeezing onto the waiting van, the world finally quieted down the moment the door closed.
"Phew..." hope Ran slumped back in the leather seat without any regard for her image, patting her chest. "That was crazy! I felt like my shoes were about to be stepped on. Luckily, Brother Mozi was there to stop me."
“This is the true value of the FMVP award.” Rita took off her sunglasses, her charming eyes sparkling with laughter. She deliberately stretched out her long legs, clad in black stockings, and gently rubbed them against Su Mo’s calf. “Brother Mo, you did a great job protecting me just now. What would you like to eat tonight? I’ll cook for you myself.”
Abu, sitting in the front row, turned around and interrupted the romantic atmosphere with a serious expression: "Let's put dinner aside for now. Mozi, don't rush to rest when you get back to the base tonight. The CCTV sports channel crew is already waiting for you there. It's an exclusive interview, and it's going to be broadcast live, so we can't be careless."
"So eager?" Su Mo raised an eyebrow, reached out and grabbed Rita's restless ankle, squeezing it slightly, which made Rita let out a soft cry.
"There's nothing I can do, it's just too popular." Abu shrugged helplessly. "The higher-ups specifically called for establishing positive role models in esports. Your 'five-star red flag' remarks were spot on. Remember, be more careful with your words later, don't be too... too... you know."
"Too much?" Su Mo said with a half-smile.
"So much like Brother Mozi."
……
8 PM, EDG base.
After seeing off the CCTV crew, Su Mo felt even more exhausted than after playing a full five-game best-of-five series. Facing the camera, he had to suppress his arrogance and put on the act of a model young man, "listen to the dragon's roar, and win glory for the country," his face practically frozen from smiling.
"knock off!"
Su Mo loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his delicate collarbone. He declined Abu's invitation to the victory celebration and walked straight out of the base gate.
A red Porsche Cayenne was already parked on the side of the road, with the window half-rolled down, revealing Yu Shuang's gentle and elegant face.
"Get in the car, my great hero."
Su Mo opened the car door, but instead of sitting in the passenger seat, she climbed directly into the spacious back seat. There, Rita, hope Ran, and Xiao Yu were already huddled together, as if they were having some kind of secret meeting.
"What are you all doing..." Su Mo looked at the car full of beautiful women, a smirk playing on his lips, "Planning to kidnap me?"
“Yes, kidnap him and make him your husband.” Rita laughed and pounced on him, filling the car with the alluring scent of various high-end perfumes.
The car sped along and finally stopped in front of Su Mo's villa.
"It's still most comfortable at home." Su Mo took off his shoes, casually tossed his coat onto the sofa, and sank into the soft leather seat.
"Go take a shower, the water's ready for you."
Yu Shuang had changed into a set of home clothes at some point, wearing an apron and holding a cup of warm honey water, looking every bit the lady of the house.
Su Mo took the water and drank a sip, but his eyes lingered on Yu Shuang: "Sister Shuang, you look very charming in an apron."
Yu Shuang blushed and glared at him reproachfully: "Stop being so cheeky, go wash up. Luo Xin and hope Ran are preparing a midnight snack for you, and Rita... she's preparing a 'surprise' for you."
"surprise?"
Su Mo raised an eyebrow and walked into the bathroom with a hint of anticipation.
Half an hour later.
When Su Mo came out wrapped in a bathrobe, drying her wet hair, the lights in the living room had been turned to an ambiguous warm yellow.
Several delicate side dishes and hot porridge were laid out on the table, their aroma filling the air.
But what really catches the eye is the center of the living room.
Rita was kneeling on the carpet, wearing an extremely provocative semi-transparent silk nightgown, and in her hand... she was actually holding a brand new wooden washboard.
Seeing Su Mo come out, Rita raised her head, her eyes almost dripping with allure, and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Brother Mo, I bought the washboard. You said you'd kneel in front of the whole world in London, and you never go back on your word~"
Su Mo was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
He casually tossed the towel aside, walked barefoot to Rita, and looked down at her.
"I did say I would kneel."
Su Mo slowly squatted down, extended a finger, and gently lifted Rita's chin, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "But in this house, I set the rules."
He snatched the washboard from Rita's hand and tossed it aside with a loud bang.
The next second, he stretched out his long arm and lifted Rita up by the waist, placing her on his lap.
"Ah!" Rita exclaimed, and instinctively wrapped her arms around Su Mo's neck, hanging on him like a lazy cat.
“The so-called punishment…” Su Mo’s fingers slowly slid down Rita’s smooth back, causing her to shudder. “It needs to be done in a different way.”
"For example?" Rita bit her lip, her eyes sparkling.
"For example, none of you will be able to sleep tonight."
Su Mo lowered his head and kissed those alluring red lips fiercely.
"Well……"
Just then, the kitchen door opened.
Luo Xin came out carrying a plate of fruit. Upon seeing this scene, she immediately covered her eyes dramatically, but with her fingers wide open: "Oh dear! This is not suitable for children! Xiran, close your eyes!"
hope Ran, who was following behind, was carrying a bowl of hot porridge. Her face turned as red as a ripe apple. She didn't know whether to go forward or back.
Xiaoyu, on the other hand, sat on the other side of the sofa, hugging a cushion and watching the show while eating potato chips. She said with a grin, "It's okay, I'll just treat it as a live broadcast. Brother Mozi, that was quite a move, Sister Rita's face is all red."
Su Mo released the panting Rita and looked at the beautiful women in the room, each with their own unique charm. The sense of conquest he felt was even stronger than when he won the FMVP award.
He waved his hand: "Come here, everyone."
Yu Shuang took off her apron, hope Ran put down the hot porridge, and the others naturally gathered around him.
Su Mo leaned back on the sofa, enjoying this emperor-like treatment.
Yu Shuang sat beside him, gently massaging his wrists and fingers, which were stiff from the intense competition. Her strength was just right, and her technique was professional.
"Your hands are still a little cold," Yu Shuang said softly, her eyes full of concern. "Even though you won, don't overexert yourself. These hands are a national treasure of the LPL."
"With you here, I won't be ruined." Su Mo closed his eyes, enjoying this tenderness.
hope Ran obediently peeled a grape and brought it to Su Mo's lips: "Brother Mo, open your mouth, ah—"
Su Mo bit down, his fingertips accidentally touching hope Ran's soft lips, causing the little girl to tremble slightly.
Rita had recovered by now and, not to be outdone, squeezed to the other side, resting her head on Su Mo's lap, tracing circles on his chest with her finger: "Brother Mo, we're going to the Asian Games training base next week. It's under complete lockdown there, we won't see each other for ages..."
“Yes.” Xiaoyu also came over, leaning against the back of the sofa, her chin resting on the top of Su Mo’s head. “I heard they’re very strict, even cell phones have to be handed in. We’ll miss you.”
Su Mo opened his eyes, looked at the faces filled with affection, and a confident smile appeared on his lips.
"rest assured."
He reached out and pulled Yu Shuang and Rita into his arms, his tone domineering yet indulgent, "It's just closed training, not jail time. When I come back with the gold medal, I'll take care of this washboard..."
He glanced at the abandoned washboard in the corner and grinned mischievously, "Gild it, frame it, and hang it on the wall." "Get lost!"
The girls all spoke in unison, playfully throwing their small fists at Su Mo, but without any real force; it was more like they were just being coquettish.
Outside the window, the lights along the Huangpu River still shone brightly.
Inside, the room was warm and inviting, a scene of boundless springtime beauty.
Su Mo knew that his legend had only just begun. And these confidantes who silently supported him would be his gentlest harbor on the battlefield.
The night is still long.
……
The next morning.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains and onto the large bed.
Su Mo opened his eyes and felt a little numb in his arm.
On the left is Yu Shuang, fast asleep, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, like a sleeping baby; on the right is Rita, with her legs draped over him, her sleeping posture still unrestrained and carefree.
At the foot of the bed, Xiran and Xiaoyu were sleeping together, wrapped in blankets, while Luo Xin was nowhere to be seen, probably having gotten up early to attend a work event.
Su Mo carefully withdrew her arm without disturbing anyone and tiptoed to the balcony.
He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked down at the bustling traffic below.
My phone vibrated.
It was a message from the factory manager; it contained only one picture.
That was a list.
[National Training Team Roster for Esports (League of Legends) at the Hangzhou Asian Games]
Top laners: Su Mo (Mo), Chen Zebin (Bin), Bai Jiahao (369)
Junglers: Zhao Lijie (Jiejie), Peng Lixun (Xun)
Mid laners: Knight (Zhuo Ding), GodV (GodV - Invited Coach/Substitute)
Bottom Lane: Zhao Jiahao (Elk), Yu Wenbo (JackeyLove)
Support: Tianye (Meiko), Lou Yunfeng (Missing)
Su Mo looked at the list, and when he saw the names of the other two top laners, a playful smile appeared on his lips.
"369 and Bin?"
He exhaled a smoke ring, the smoke swirling and rising in the morning light.
"It seems this training camp won't be boring."
Just then, a pair of soft arms wrapped around his waist from behind.
Yu Shuang, wearing one of his shirts, leaned against his back, still sleepy, and said in a languid voice, "Up so early? Why not sleep a little longer?"
"I can't sleep." Su Mo turned around, stubbed out his cigarette, and pulled her into his arms. "I saw a very interesting list."
"The Asian Games?" Yu Shuang cleverly guessed.
"Ah."
Su Mo looked at the distant horizon and felt a deep sense of melancholy.
"Sister Shuang, please help me pack my luggage."
"how?"
"I'm going to teach those kids a lesson."
"Alright, alright, let's teach them a lesson." Yu Shuang joined in the fun and then went to pack her things.
The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Bund villa, gilding the somewhat messy interior with a golden hue.
Su Mo sat on the edge of the bed, watching Yu Shuang kneeling on the carpet, helping him pack his suitcase for the Asian Games training camp like a thrifty little housekeeper.
"I packed seven pairs of underwear for you, all pure cotton, absorbent." Yu Shuang muttered as she folded clothes. "Although the base provides team uniforms, I still packed two sets of casual clothes for you, just in case there are media interviews. And this..."
She took out a bottle of vitamins and several plasters from her bag: "Even though you're an ironman, remember to apply them if your back aches or hurts during these days of high-intensity training. Don't try to tough it out just because you're young."
Su Mo watched her busy figure. The oversized men's white shirt draped over her body looked particularly loose, yet it exuded a unique kind of sexiness. He reached out and gently tugged at the hem of the shirt.
"Sister Shuang, you're like this... I really want to ask for another day off." Su Mo's voice was a little hoarse.
Yu Shuang turned around, her cheeks slightly flushed, and gently slapped his hand away: "Stop fooling around, the flight is at two o'clock this afternoon, everyone's waiting. Besides... weren't you done enough last night?"
At this point, the bathroom door opened.
Rita emerged with her hair still wet, wearing only a towel, water droplets sliding down her delicate collarbone. Yawning, she walked unabashedly to Su Mo, straddled his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Brother Mozi, I also want to go to Hangzhou~” Rita’s voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of sleepy charm. “I heard that the training base is by West Lake, and the scenery is amazing.”
"It's completely sealed off there; not even a female mosquito can fly in." Su Mo casually put his arm around her slender waist and grinned mischievously. "What are you going there for? To give 369 some psychological counseling?"
"Get lost!" Rita playfully punched him, then her eyes softened, and she gently traced Su Mo's Adam's apple with her fingertips. "I was worried you'd get too stuffy in there, what if you couldn't sleep because you were thinking about me?"
hope Ran, who was tidying up her cosmetics nearby, blushed instantly upon hearing this and muttered under her breath, "Rita, you're too...that."
Su Mo grabbed Rita's mischievous hand, kissed it, and glanced at the other women in the room.
"Don't worry, just thinking about the beautiful women waiting for me at home gives me the motivation to bring that gold medal back."
He stood up and walked to the full-length mirror. Yu Shuang naturally came over and helped him straighten his collar. hope Ran ran to get his accessory bag. Xiao Yu brought a cup of hot milk from the kitchen.
This feeling of being the center of attention kept a smile on Su Mo's lips.
Just before leaving, Rita suddenly grabbed Su Mo, stood on tiptoe, and took a deep breath on his neck.
"Hiss—are you a dog?" Su Mo touched his neck.
Rita looked at the freshly made red strawberry mark and raised her chin in satisfaction: "Stamp it. When you get to the training camp, don't let the other supports steal your soul, especially that Missing. I heard he's been looking at you strangely."
Su Mo shook his head helplessly and touched the mark: "Okay, take this stamp with you. I bet 369 will be even more scared when he sees it."
……
4 PM, Hangzhou, Asian Games esports training base.
A black van slowly drove into the heavily guarded area. Unlike the club's base, this place was decorated with red banners and national flags, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
As soon as Su Mo got out of the car, he saw several familiar figures standing at the door smoking.
It's Meiko and JackeyLove.
"Hey! Our FMVP is here!"
JackeyLove stubbed out his cigarette and greeted him with a smile, "Brother Mozi, that's impressive! I heard you had your 'farewell party' in Shanghai last all night? Are you feeling alright?" (End of Chapter)