All members are super god [E-sports]

TIII is not unusual, a well-known computer accessories manufacturing company in Germany, famous for its mechanical keyboard.

Rachel is not too unusual. Many well-known e-sports players are accustomed to his design, but the team is more difficult to line up.

The strange thing is two years.

The span is too long and too clever, with the lingering sound beyond the space and across the line, it vibrates abruptly and long on the string named after time, making countless sounds that penetrate the mountains, forests and sea breeze, like an ancient blue bell hitting a sleeper.

The barrage bar had been posted long ago, and Lin Huai couldn't find a specific focus of his sight, as if he was in a daze.

Everywhere is moving.

Chinese characters are rolling, lights and shadows are dancing, and even the dust in the air is floating up and down, left and right.

He was suddenly a little dazed and flustered, his Adam's apple rolled twice, his left hand unconsciously clenched into a half-fist, and his right hand closed his earlobe.

After rubbing that cold place, I took a breath, like a drowning fish, and found the aftermath in the river, returning to reality from the moment of weightlessness.

He blinked his eyes, and the silent and restless elements gathered together and formed into words of purpose.

[Look carefully, is that a curly R? 】

[I read it!It's exactly the same as the logo on Qinshen's keyboard! 】

[Rachel is so hard to hire, my god, and he has always only done it for champion team members. I thought Ghost was the only special one, but I didn’t expect Xiao Huai to break the record again]

【5555 is worthy of being Grandma's son!promising! ! ! 】

[Oh, that's not right... You said it took two years? 】

【hiss……】

[It’s fake, Land didn’t play professional at all two years ago, and the anchor account only started a year ago, where did the two-year customization come from? 】

[And he has that money? 】

[Don't look at Land's spending 200 million to buy a number without blinking an eye. How poor will he be when he just broadcast live? New fans don't know, old fans don't know? 】

Newcomers follow him mostly because of operation, technology, SWN, and popularity.

Heat is like a snowball, the more it rolls, the thicker it is, the bigger the force is, and the more people will know it.

And at the beginning, when Lin Huai was live broadcasting, there were only three or two kittens in the live broadcast room all day long.He was broadcasting live in a rental house, and the camera's pixels were poor, as if he was shooting a ghost movie.

Some viewers asked him why he turned on the camera in the first place, wondering if such an appetizing thing can be done after the live broadcast becomes popular later.

Lin Huai was making a list at the time, marking the rank of the boss, heaved a sigh of relief, glanced at the camera, and said coldly: "I know, but I'm short of money."

There are so many anchors in the game area, not to mention that the professional players of each team basically have live broadcast tasks, and those who watch the live broadcast are not able to play games, how can there be so many technical fans who will slowly, slowly wait for a certain newcomer to join the big game? Work hard in a corner of the live broadcast platform, and then shine to be seen?

Humans are inherently visual animals.

The game operation is awesome, and the screen has a sky-defying effect, which is a visual feast.

A good-looking boy, with slender fingers, bright red lips, and clear and cold eyes, is more likely to attract gluttony to sink.

Except for those two years, Lin Huai has never been a child protected in an ivory tower. He doesn't understand the joys and sorrows of most people, but he will inevitably stand in a clear place and look down.

Watching group after group play a poor game of hide and seek.

Not even as real as the characters in the game.

Lin Huai lowered his head, his eyes fell on the milky white keyboard, and as expected, he saw the R icon that the audience said.

And on his left, on the computer desk belonging to Qin Qiang, the keyboard was silently placed, with a black body, and a letter at the end was slightly sunken and then raised.

R.

[The camera can't shoot, I want to look at the upper left corner]

[What's wrong with the upper left corner? 】

[Rachel previously tweeted that an old friend ordered a keyboard with him, but he never told him who the keyboard belonged to, which made it impossible to engrave the ID on it]

[I can't engrave the ID, I can't belong to it, so I have been in TIII for two years, otherwise it should have been taken away long ago]

【Which old friend can keep Rachel waiting for two years】

[Isn't the point that after two years, he was still sent out? 】

【Ah, now that I'm talking about it, why do I feel that it's even more impossible to belong to Land? 】

[+1, even if it is, I guess it was given to someone else at the beginning, but I don’t know why I met Land in the end, so I gave it to him. 】

Lin Huai saw this barrage, and the countless echoing voices afterwards.

His eyes jumped, but he didn't explain.

He is not Qin Qiang, how could he know what happened two years ago.

That man had so many teammates fighting side by side.

Tduang, Yanming, Pang Ge, Rang.

Mostly, people are identical with him in life and death, and the probability of belonging to him alone is extremely small.

Lin Huai was a little irritable, but his expression didn't change, but the frequency of fingers twirling his earlobes became more and more frequent.

The audience's attention had just been diverted, and they were about to ask something when a golden bullet screen was mixed in the scroll bar.

【Ghost: I ordered the land delivery, don't guess】

The finger paused, and the speed of the barrage sliding became extremely slow. After a few seconds, another message followed closely.

[Ghost: Enmity with the ear or the stud? 】

The tone is very Qin Qiang, and the question is also very Qin Qiang. It suddenly burst into the eyes and into the brain, as if the man was standing beside him, leaning over and sticking to his ear, watching silently for a while, unable to bear it any longer. In general, he raised his hand and pinched his wrist, his words were not kind, and he teased a bit: "Is it against the ears or against the earrings?"

If some words were not in public, if only two people were in a room, he might even enter a little bit, and said softly: "Take it off if you have a grudge, throw it away if you don't like it, there is no need to torment yourself like this. "

As he spoke, he might still use his hands, pressing the person's wrist away from the soft place, then cutting it behind his back, and then slowly raised his hand, the cuffs were filled with the often-smoked cold pine fragrance.

His body temperature is relatively cool, so his knuckles should also be relatively cool, and his earlobes have already been rubbed and become hot. Suddenly being touched by icy cold fingers will arouse countless tiny bumps, covering the back layer by layer.

Spreading from the earlobe to the base of the neck, where the skin passed, it was all dyed in a light pink color, as if a warm and cool finger was walking on it, until it touched the heartbeat of the blood vessels.

Being stabbed by a needle, Lin Huai put down his hand and saw the barrage that had already begun to celebrate the Chinese New Year.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Let us congratulate the couple! 】

[It's love!It's love!Whoever said this is not love I am in a hurry with! 】

【Brotherhood!sisters!As we all know, our circle claims to be brotherhood]

【It can also be a teammate】

[Wait, why do I feel that something is wrong? 】

【Are you a fucking bat?How did everything make you feel? 】

[Look carefully at that earring of Land! 】

[Is there a bang? ! 】

[Isn't it the most common obsidian earrings?Polygonal shape, many facets, strong reflection, unremarkable]

【Ordinary】

【Ordinary】

【Pingping... Heh, Pingping pulled Qiqi over and tied him together! 】

Lin Huai suddenly wanted to turn off the live broadcast, but his hand speed couldn't catch up with the bullet screen netizen's science popularization.

[In the 18 Spring Split, Ghost led the team and won the MCL championship. On the night of the video, the hot search entry has a #这个男孩在慧照# Have you forgotten? 】

【Oh, fake fans】

[He said it was Qin Shen's wife, but you don't remember what Qin Shen's earrings look like. 】

[Awesome (sarcastic tone)]

【Ah, this... Qin Shen once wears a string, and when he doesn't wear it, there is nothing left. I forgot all at once】

【Ah, this...that's why Xiao Huai is wearing this...】

[Ah this...? 】

Suddenly there were some jams in the live broadcast room, and the line seemed to be overcrowded. Lin Huai was thinking about downloading the broadcast just now, but downloading it at this time would make him feel like running away. He hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, Qin Qiang sent a message.

[Ghost: Going to training, you forgot about the game appointment tonight? 】

It was too late to care about the meaning behind the audience's reaction to this sentence, Lin Huai decisively downcasted, and even after the live broadcast screen was completely dark, he didn't hold back and pressed the camera to make it face down.

Looking up again, his eyes fell to the right unconsciously, and he saw the milky white and the ID in the upper left corner of the keyboard.

The ID is sunken and filled with gold powder. The arrogant strokes seem to be handwritten. At first, I didn't dare to guess in that direction, but now I somehow remembered it.

When I was very young, when I came home with a test paper with poor grades, someone would sit on the floor, take my test paper and read it twice, then burst out with a laugh, and mercilessly rolled it into a paper and greeted him: " Why is the handwriting so ugly, you won’t be allowed to eat if you can’t finish ten pages of copybooks tonight.”

And that person's characters, no matter Chinese characters or English, are so good that he couldn't help secretly hiding his homework and copying them in private.

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Lin Huai looked away and returned to the game. He didn't care what would happen outside because of this live broadcast, and how many Qin Huai fans started to draw lottery in Chaohua to celebrate the new year. He didn't raise his eyes until Yehuo and Qin Qiang came back. Glanced that way.

With just one glance, the retraction was faster and generous, as if just watching an ordinary teammate go home.

Qin Qiang's eyebrows were slightly bent, without making a sound, he walked back to the plane, opened the game and logged into the Ghost account.

At 07:30 in the evening, the training match started.

LIONS is a regular team, and the starting players got along quite smoothly. In the first game, they were taken aback by Ghost who suddenly appeared in SWN, and their style of play was a bit messy. They used the previous method of staring and assisting against MGT to stare at each other for a while. However, he failed to prevent Qin Qiang, who was already a jungler, and was defeated by SWN.

In the next two rounds, the opponents reacted quickly, adjusted their tactics, and did not procrastinate, preventing SWN's jungle development, winning two cities in a row, and winning the training game.

Lao Yao's complexion was a little grim, and the replay went until eleven o'clock.

During the period, it was unclear whether it was because Qin Qiang was new or what, and his question was hardly raised.

But the wildfire can be seen clearly next to it.

This guy has close to zero turnovers.

Three rounds, each round lasted 10 minutes, and Qin Qiang never even twitched his fingers.

Quite inexplicably, Yehuo looked to the side and saw Lin Huai who was sitting in a chair flipping through the game video, and thought of the phrase "peak" that the kid said back then...

If this is the pinnacle, what was Qin Qiang's first two years?

At two o'clock in the morning, when I went upstairs on Monday, Lin Huai was the only one left in the training room.

He finished the game in silence, the voice in the headset stopped, and he was a little surprised to hear the door being pushed open, and someone was walking towards this, the footsteps were light but steady enough.

As the evening wind blew into the room, he turned his head and saw Qin Qiang who had gone upstairs earlier come down.

With messy hair, wearing pajamas, the cuffs were rolled up obliquely, Qin Qiang leaned close to a table, looked up at the clock, "How long do you plan to practice?"

The voice was languid just after waking up, and seemed to have a lingering smell of tobacco. Lin Huai took off his earphones, stared at him for a long time, and asked without answering, "Why don't you sleep?"

"After falling asleep, I woke up again." Qin Qiang pulled the chair and sat down, "Do you still want to practice? Where there is no turning around, I will accompany you."

Too natural and familiar, and the night is too deep, will make people feel a little false.

Lin Huai watched him turn on the phone and enter the room, set the heroes and levels of teammates and opponents, stood up, and removed the keyboard.

The voice was not heavy, but it was particularly prominent in the quiet training room. Qin Qiang's subordinates paused slightly, and saw him connect the milky white keyboard to his computer.

At the beginning of the game, Lao Yao pointed out many problems, but none of them can be corrected in a short time. Besides, this game has many variables and complex lineups, and the same type of problems may not be encountered again in many rounds.

When he was pushed to the ground by the jungler on the opposite side again, Lin Huai listened to the voice in the earpiece with a low voice replaying his mistake just now.

There were 39 seconds left in the countdown to death at the top of the screen, and he was clearly sitting next to him, less than a meter away, but he whispered into the microphone: "Brother."

Qin Qiang's voice stopped suddenly.

Lin Huai looked at the computer screen and asked, "When did you order the keyboard?"

"Two years ago." Qin Qiang said generously.

"why?"

Seemingly stunned for a moment, Qin Qiang turned his head and saw half of his profile, and his white knuckles pressing on the mouse: "What do I need to give my brother a gift?"

The tense body suddenly relaxed, Lin Huai clicked the mouse a few times to change equipment, and said: "So you didn't think I would lose at the time, and you must not stay. You just want to send me away."

The tone was too firm and flat, Qin Qiang frowned.

Lin Huai asked again: "If Qin Ke wants to play games, will you prepare for her for two years?"

"Where's Qin Mingyang? Qin Ziheng? Qin Hui? You have so many younger brothers and sisters, will everyone be like this?"

"Two years?"

This is not right, quite wrong.

Qin Qiang didn't speak, and silently looked at the dead hero lying on the ground on the screen.

There was a wind blowing outside, and the voice in the headset hadn't waited for a long time for a response, and suddenly it was a little irritated and disgusted: "My surname is no longer Qin, not your brother."