Don't fall in love in the Shura field [e-sports]

At the end of one round, the two collected 21 heads in total.

The wordmark "WIN" was projected on the screen, illuminating the face of a young man with dark red hair wearing earphones.

Ji Xing took a deep breath, and rested his slender and strong fingers on the keyboard.

Cool.

I thought it would be good to be able to get some blood out of the cave when I met two professional players and the weapons and equipment were crushed, but later on, I played more and more smoothly, and I was able to get the first place.

Young people who like e-sports say that they are not obsessed with rankings, which is a lie. If you can get the first place, who wants to be the second?

Ji Xing looked at the page after the game. A character in a windbreaker and a mask was standing next to a character in a jacket and military boots.

After leaving the cave, the garbled ID seemed to return to its original shape in an instant, and the operation of following Ji Xing in silence was resumed, as if what happened at that moment in the cave was just an illusion.

But Ji Xing knew it was not.

Unless some great god passed by halfway and snatched the mouse and played for tens of seconds, otherwise the sharp and powerful operation and consciousness just now are by no means fake.

He has been in Europe for a long time, and he is out of touch with the domestic e-sports circle. He cannot specifically determine who is operating this ID, but if he says that this person does not play professionally, even Ji Xing himself does not believe it.

All professional players have their own game accounts registered in the league, and those accounts are all prefixed with a prominent team logo. Fans in the e-sports circle will naturally know each other, so for convenience, most of them usually train with a trumpet .

This is probably the trumpet of which professional player is training?

Ji Xing didn't quit, and his teammates didn't move either, and the two of them played double row in silence for a few rounds.

The pot has exploded in the bullet screen——

[Fuck, fuck, who is this person? ? ? ! ! ! ]

[This is definitely because the Great God didn't run away...]

[who is it! Within 3 minutes, I want to know who this garbled ID brother is! Guyu of RAC!you come out!is that you! ]

[I originally said that in the first few rounds, the four-row fight was a bit watery, it was too passerby, and it was like frying fish. Unexpectedly, you Jishen is still your Jishen, and you are still the Jishen who made people slap your face. ]

[Mom, I am completely in love, what kind of god is this man named Ji Xing, woo woo woo woo. ]

[Upstairs, did you fall in love after watching so many episodes? Then you are so sensible, I fell in love the first moment when my face appeared in the camera at the beginning of the broadcast. (cry)]

[There is no end to dog licking in the barrage, are you here to watch the game or to see the face?If you look at your face, go back to the entertainment industry, okay? ]

[It's okay to see both, did someone send you a barrage to provoke you?What's the matter with you just sighing, why is the malice so great? ]

[Just because I like Ji Xing's face doesn't mean I can't like e-sports, right?What's the matter these days, I have to go to your place to get an admission pass to watch the live broadcast? ]

[The fans of the entertainment industry gods and e-sports industry gods hugged their little transparent body and shivered. ]

[Actually, the truth is correct, this is an e-sports live broadcast room after all, everyone should mainly pay attention to technology. ]

[If you pay attention to technology...these rounds really have nothing to choose. CNG still chose the right choice for the Journey, and did not press the wrong treasure. It is a pity not to enter the top team because of the micro-management details and the overall situation. ]

Everything was said in the live broadcast room, and everyone was noisy and noisy.

Ji Xing glanced at it, it was twelve o'clock, and a game in FL is often quite time-consuming, and the two of them lined up for almost two hours before they knew it.

In another hour, the training time stipulated by CNG was almost over, and the live broadcast was broadcast for almost three hours. Ji Xing thought about it and quit the duo.

When the mouse moved to the exit button, it stopped and typed a few words in the dialog box.

Before I finished typing, the friend message box in the lower right corner suddenly flashed.

Take a look at the record.

[xushxjifkld993 applied to add you as a friend, do you agree? ]

Ji Xing played very smoothly with him, so he agreed without thinking too much.

After adding friends, the garbled ID didn't say much, and sent a "^^" emoticon to Ji Xing, and he went offline after a few seconds.

[Holy shit, good technology is really useful, Jishen's friend position is just like this! ! ! ]

[If you need this kind of level to get Jishen's friend position... I seem to have no hope in this life. In my next life, I will wish to heaven to give me a pair of god's hands. ]

[If this person is also a professional player, it shouldn't be a big problem to get the Jixing friend position, right?The addition of the small size may be just for the convenience of double rows in the future. ]

[Oh my god, I really want to know who this person is... Is there any master in the post bar forum to pick it up, I am crazy curious. ]

Ji Xing brought the built-in microphone on the earphones to his cheeks, and coughed lightly: "Thank you everyone, I'll stop broadcasting here today."

[Don't be my male god, are you leaving now?I feel like I just saw you, woo woo woo. ]

[I just came home from overtime and turned on the computer, crying. (crying) (crying) (crying)]

[It's not too late at twelve o'clock! !It's really not too late bro! !Let's play it for a while. ]

[Forget it, CNG stipulates that the training time is one o'clock, and Ji Shen probably has other training arrangements next, so don't delay the live broadcast. ]

[When will you come next time?When will you come next time?When will you come next time? ]

"The next live broadcast has not yet been decided, and it will be broadcast for forty hours a month."

"I should practice solo row by myself later."

"Not sleepy, I'm used to it."

Ji Xing picked a few more questions to answer, and then turned off the live broadcast.

At twelve o'clock at night, when the broadcast was down, the popularity of the live broadcast room was still soaring to 400 million.

Yuan Xing leaned over to take a look at the various gifts that the fans had collected all night, and couldn't help but feel a little sour: "Although this is nothing compared to our salary...but you have received too much, right? Why do your fans say that all the things they want to send you are big-name gadgets? Why are all the cameras that my fans send to the club are fatter than the other?"

People are more popular than people, and Yuan Xing cried loudly holding his fat belly: "Come on, these dog fans of CNG are prejudiced! You are ugly and have no human rights!"

Maomao pulled the earphones off and hung them around his neck, leaned out half of his body to answer the conversation: "Actually, fat brother, you are not ugly, didn't you see that the fuwa posted on the door of our kitchen looks very similar to you... Last time I saw someone posted your photo with Fuwa on Weibo, saying that it is very effective in warding off evil spirits."

"roll!"

Everyone was training all night, and they were somewhat tired, but the atmosphere in the whole training room suddenly became much more lively after the troubles of Yuan Xing and Maomao.

Zhu Lan also raised her arms and stretched, pulled off the earphones, and stood up from her seat.

"What's the matter, Brother Lan? Where are you going?" Maomao scratched his messy hair.

Zhu Lan stretched out one hand to the mug placed on the table, picked it up and shook it: "Go get a cup of hot water."

He put one hand in the trouser pocket of his sweatpants, and the other hand was holding a cup. His forearm was hanging down naturally, and he swayed slightly with his walking posture, looking very carefree.

"It's weird, why is Zhu Lan in such a good mood tonight?" Yuan Xing muttered softly.

"Isn't it?" Maomao couldn't help nodding, "Sometimes I would glance at him after a round and find that the captain didn't seem to hang up the phone all night! His expression didn't look impatient, it's amazing .”

"It seems that Coach Lu's hard work on the captain has finally made him a new man." Everyone secretly concluded.

***

Captain Zhu didn't know that his teammates were discussing him behind his back, so he took a cup and went downstairs to pour water.

He leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and waited for the water dispenser to boil. He was dressed in sweatpants and cotton slippers, and he even wore a pair of long legs that looked like a male model. The exposed ankle was a little white from long-term exposure to the sun. A black cotton jacket was casually draped over his body, looking cozy and comfortable.

Zhou Zhou also just came back from the outside, opened the door and saw Zhu Lan was there, and followed him: "How about those bastards upstairs? Are they all training honestly?"

Zhu Lan half-bent to take the water: "Well, it's okay."

Zhou Zhou thought about it for a while and was still worried, so he wanted to run upstairs again: "I'll go and see Ji Xing there, don't let anything happen."

"Don't watch it," Zhu Lan took a sip of water unhurriedly, "He's downloaded it."

"Downloaded?" Zhou Zhou raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "Oh, it's almost the same time."

The team manager looked Zhu Lan up and down suspiciously again: "You are also training honestly, right? You didn't make any trouble for me just now, did you?"

"Hey," Zhu Lan laughed, the corners of her thin lips looked a little wet and crystal clear because of the water, "What kind of moth can I make?"

"The ghost knows what you want to do. It's not a day or two for you to do whatever you want."

Zhou Zhou glanced upstairs, everyone was still training, he had a lot of questions in his mind and wanted to ask, since the words came to this point, he simply picked them all away: "...At the beginning when recruiting the marching team, although it was the club But if you, Zhu Lan, disagree, who can really force him to join? I don’t know why Ji Xing came to CNG, but do you really dare to say that you, Zhu Lan, have no selfish intentions?"

Zhu Lan rubbed the rim of the cup with her fingertips, but didn't answer.

"You are soft-hearted, and you have never been reluctant to refuse Ji Xing's request. It is the same for bringing people home two years ago, and it is also the same for recruiting people into the club two years later." Zhou Zhou looked at Zhu Lan's expression and sighed. He was still a child for a while, now he is an adult, he knows what he is doing, you are still protecting people like this, what are you trying to do? If you are on a whim..."

"Not on a whim."

Zhou Zhou felt that he heard it wrong: "...what?"

"I said, it wasn't a whim," Zhu Lan repeated, with a half-smile, and said, "Have you ever seen a whim, from two years ago to the present? Playing this kind of tricks on emotional matters, I don't have the time or interest."

He put the cup in his hand on the table, and made a slight noise. After a while, he said again: "I did this to him, not for his sake, I am willing."

Zhou Zhou's voice froze for a moment.

He has seen too much the pride of Zhu Lan standing on the top and looking down on all beings, and he is used to his picky, mean and vicious tongue, but he has never heard such words from his mouth, and he was stunned for a long time before he stumbled back to himself voice: "Then what do you mean? You still..."

Zhu Lan didn't speak, and looked at him quietly.

Zhou Zhou opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. After a while, he grabbed his hair irritably.

Zhu Lan looked lazy, his eyes were full of indifference for most of the rest of the time, except for his eyes focused on the screen, but Zhou Zhou knew that the decision he made would not be easily changed.

"...Then I'll help you explain what happened back then to Ji Xing." Zhou Zhou turned around and was about to run upstairs.

"Do you think that Ji Xing's fire is not lit now, so you want to pour some fuel on him?" Zhu Lan's voice sounded behind him.

Zhou Zhou stopped his feet: "Then what should I do? Just let Ji Xing misunderstand you?"

"...Let's go with the flow," Zhu Lan rubbed the center of her brows, and said, "I've been waiting for two years, don't worry about it for a while. He may be more troubled if he knows. voluntary."

"...If I record what you said tonight and post it on Weibo, will the people in the e-sports circle feel like a ghost? Is this the same Zhu Lan who blocks and kills Buddha? Are you doing something wrong? Has the Little Demon Fairy transformed?"

Leading the team is not easy, the manager sighed: "I'm old, I just want to be a logistics nanny with peace of mind, and I don't intend to participate in the love and hatred of you young people, so I trouble you two in the future, whether you are together or fight Alright, for the sake of the fact that I have been tortured by you for so many years, don't blow me up, okay?"

Zhu Lan shrugged indifferently.

"I figured it out. As long as you two meet together, there will be no normal times. You are both crazy." Zhou Zhou took out his mobile phone and was still rambling, "I shouldn't go back to the base tonight, I just wanted to give you Ordering supper, I don't need to ask you this question, who provoked me..."

The team manager poked and poked on his mobile phone, flipping through the menu and asking "What do you want, ancestor", while ordering a bunch of abnormally spicy things to vent his hatred.

"Look at it," Zhu Lan thought it was funny, and after a while, she thought about it and said, "...add more porridge."

Zhu Lan's stomach has always been bad, Zhou Zhou didn't think much, and bought the bill cursingly.

Zhu Lan leaned against the door frame and finished drinking the water in the glass, then looked up upstairs.