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

This year's Asian Championship will be held in China, while the World Championship will be held in Europe.

The FL World Championship has always had a strict screening mechanism, but the intercontinental champions of each continent have a direct quota.

——In other words, CNG, which just won the Asian Championship a few years ago, does not need to play in the qualifiers this year, but can also fly directly to Europe.

E-sports, performance speaks for itself.

Up to this point, everyone has operated one by one and practiced day after day. Even if other teams are jealous of the direct quota, they can only grit their teeth and add two more hours to their own training table? training time?

And for CNG, the pressure will not be much less than theirs.

As you can see when eating supper last night, all the teams are recruiting. For these teams, although there is no direct quota, there are a total of [-] divisions in the World Championship, and each division has [-]. For the quota, CNG took one in advance, and the remaining two quotas became the final hope of qualifying.

Every team is galloping forward with full horsepower.

On CNG's side, after returning to the base, everyone had a simple dinner together to celebrate the New Year, and they all immediately threw themselves into intense training?

Single row, double row, or four rows are all good, the important thing is to get the feel back.Although professional players will not completely give up training during their vacations, but what is the intensity of intensive training at the base?

There is essentially a similarity between typing on the keyboard and playing the piano. They are both things that will collapse if you don't touch them for three days.

Ji Xing relied on his amazing perseverance, even though he went out to eat supper until midnight last night, he still set the alarm clock to wake up early the next day, and went straight into the training room.

He is used to using the green switch, and his hand is usually heavy when typing on the keyboard, and the sound of the keys keeps ringing with the rapid hand speed, crackling and crackling.

Every professional player has his or her own training habits, and the training is always very quiet.

He also doesn't like to fight with water friends like other? Not a word in the afternoon.

It was in stark contrast to the other two people in the training room who liked to chatter.

"—Tut Tuk!"

There were two crisp sounds.

Ji Xing was resetting the game. He lowered his eyes from the screen after hearing the sound, and found a glass of milk on his desktop.

The milk was still steaming and looked hot. Zhu Lan sat down on the seat on his left, turned on her computer, pushed the milk a little closer while waiting, and asked, "I ate a little last night. Supper, no food this morning, still not hungry?"

Hungry is hungry...

The schedule is the most regular in CNG, and it is only limited to training. He can wake up at ten o'clock in the morning and sit in the "empty" training room, and he can also return to the dormitory in the dark at two o'clock in the morning ——He has always been very disciplined with himself in training, but that's all.

As for the rest of the schedule... Ji Xing thinks it depends on fate.

Sometimes when I get busy, such as watching game videos and doing replays, or when I haven’t played well or played the operations I want, Ji Xing can put myself in the Closed day in the training room.

During this period, I didn't eat because I didn't want to? I kept running to the bathroom so I didn't drink much water. I had three meals upside down, and one meal could last me a whole day.

Ji Xing himself is so used to such nonsense, he will go there when he is hungry, and he will not take it as a big deal? In the past, there was no one in the team? Dare to control him, but after entering CNG... Zhu Lan will not Let it go.

In the past, relying on his status as the captain, he always dragged him to go downstairs for dinner with the team members on time, but now he has become a boyfriend, let alone more.

Zhu Lan bent her knuckles, tapped the edge of the table twice, and said, "Nervousness is not the way you are nervous. Drink the milk before beating."

"Wow!" Before Ji Xing could react, Yuan Xing on the right poked his head over and said, "I want to drink too."

Mao Mao heard the movement from the opposite side, and poked his head out from the backstage of the display screen, blinked his round eyes, and relayed: "I want to drink too!"

The two of them drank alcohol yesterday, and were woken up from the bed by Zhou Zhou's fatal serial calls. They were still dizzy, staring at the glass of milk like a drunk who saw hangover soup, and their eyes gleamed. .

Ji Xing stopped clattering his hands on the keyboard, looked at the table with only a glass of milk: "..."

"Think? Can you go down and get it by yourself?" Zhu Lan leaned back into the gaming chair, raised her eyelids, "The aunt downstairs is getting hot, go down and pour a cup, are you exhausted? What are you doing with long hands?"

Yuan Xing and Mao Mao stared at the milk cup: "..."

Ji Xing looked at them? That expression read his heart through their empty expression——

"Ji Xing also has? Hands, why does he have? People? Serve them on the table to drink? I have worked for CNG for many years, why do I only have one sentence left? 'What do you do with long hands'? Everyone is cute and lovely? , why is there such a big gap between people?

...help!Murder? Punish your heart!

Single? No dog? Quan wow QAQ

Yuan Xing and Mao Mao were on the verge of weeping with the strength of the wine, and Xuecai, who was crawling around under the table, gave a very appropriate "bark".

Zhu Lan looked at the two people on the opposite side? He was pitifully unmoved.

The moment? Very embarrassing.

......

"that......"

In this Shura field triggered by a glass of milk, the thinnest Ji Xing was the first to feel embarrassed——

He quickly finished the operation, took off the earphones and stood up, went to the water dispenser and took two disposable paper cups, and said, "How about I share a little with you..."

Ji Xing didn't have the habit of protecting food, and he said that it was really divided. The cup was made of glass, and the milk was tilted in it, so he could see it clearly. He saw that it was about to be poured into a paper cup.

The other three people in the training room stopped their hands for some unknown reason, and looked at the pouring cup in unison—as if it was not milk, but the empress in the deep palace was pouring it for the concubine. They? Drink saffron.

——The kind that kills children and grandchildren after drinking it.

Yuan Xingyan? The ball trembled, and the wine woke up instantly, and then moved like a thunder, sliding and knelt down at a speed that did not match his own body shape, pressed Ji Xing's hand, and said in a crackling voice: "Thank you, brother!" I just drank too much and was talking in my sleep! You are welcome to drink it yourself!"

Ji Xing: "?"

He maintained the posture of holding the paper cup in one hand and being pinned down in the other, and followed Yuan Xing's horrified eyes——

Zhu Lan sat on the e-sports chair as a real dragon throne in a certain posture of an ancient emperor on tour, with two long legs stacked gracefully, one hand resting on the armrest of the chair, the knuckles slightly bent to support the clear outline jaw.

He has a very contradictory temperament. When he is not smiling, he has a sense of repulsive oppression. When he smiles, his peach eyes are like two bowls of spring water. Obviously toxic.

After Ji Xing came to CNG, because the atmosphere here was too strange, his ability to see, see, and listen to all directions increased significantly. After reading the voices of Yuan Xing and Mao Mao, he interpreted Zhu Lan's voice again: "Dare to drink You guys with this glass of milk? I will be darkened by me tonight."

Ji Xing: "..."

He glanced back? Yuan Xing, who was holding his hands, and Mao Mao, who was hiding behind the computer screen and didn't dare to fart? Mao Mao, who wanted to pretend that he was drunk and fell asleep, coughed, and finally ended the possibility of killing his teammates. operation.

"Then you?... Or go downstairs and get it yourself?"

These words seemed to pardon the whole world. Yuan Xing and Mao Mao were the remnants of being tortured and released from the Dali Temple. After hearing that, they hurriedly nodded and ran away with their tails between their legs against the wall.

—Sin.

Ji Xing shook his head.

When he shook his head like this, he could just catch a glimpse of Zhu Lan who was leaning on the side.The leader of the hooligan who scared all the team members away by himself leaned lazily on the back of the chair, resting his chin on his hands, looking at the glass of milk that Ji Xing had just put back on the table with a half-smile.

wrong.

This expression is wrong.

Both teammates slipped away, but why didn't the aura in the Shura Field dissipate? ?

At that moment, relying on the keen intuition of professional players for the hail of bullets, Ji Xing picked up the glass of milk that he put aside.

Then he raised his neck and took a sip.

It was very rich pure milk. It was not so hot, but the temperature was just right for the mouth. The sweet fragrance slid down the throat, and the warmth was pressed from the mouth to the stomach.

After he took the first sip, the dangerous atmosphere around him visibly faded.

......

It wasn't until Ji Xing drank the whole glass of milk that Zhu Lan turned around in satisfaction and woke up the darkened screen again.

When he logs in to the account, a notification pops up in real time in the lower right corner of the screen when his friend is online.

"Double row, Ji Shen?" Zhu Lan asked.

The author has something to say:

sudden appearance!

The rest is still being repaired orz. The author grabs the remaining pigeon feathers on his head and climbs up to put two chapters first.