18-year-old mid laner wants to play professionally

Zhong Chenming: "..."

He was just seeking truth from facts, why did this brother hate people when he came up?

"Just watch it." Zhong Chenming had already started a new game, and turned around to play the game without talking nonsense to him.

Unexpectedly, the man with glasses is not relentless, as if he must distinguish between right and wrong.

"That's God M, the wild area is his world, how can it be possible to lose the dragon?" The man with glasses glanced at his screen and quickly made a judgment, "I see that the game you played is no more than silver, brass How dare you call it a professional player? Why can't you become a king if you are so good?"

Zhong Chenming concentrated on playing the game, and automatically filtered the words of the man with glasses. His current pursuit is not to win, but to get five kills. After all, five kills are money.

Winning is easy, but pentakills are very particular. There is no sense of teamfighting in this division. It is luck to walk together on the opposite side, and you must have your teammates not to steal the head. In the game, he still has to concentrate.

The man with glasses talked for a while, and found that this person ignored him at all, he just felt that he was cowardly, so he went back to watch the live broadcast.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a killing message pop up on the screen. The dragon was killed, and the Master was still on his way. The opponent took advantage of the time lag between the Master and the chaser, and successfully took the dragon.

The man with glasses subconsciously glanced at the person next to him, and found that he was concentrating on playing the game. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the live broadcast room, the Master spoke briefly: "I'm on top."

Just explained it like this, without saying anything else, the man with glasses touched his face subconsciously, and he felt a little pain in his face.

The Master entered into a stalemate. The original advantage disappeared due to the loss of a big dragon. The two sides fought back and forth a few more times. The man with glasses was watching vigorously, and an announcement sounded in the Internet cafe: "... Congratulations for sitting in No. 174 Players with five consecutive kills will get a 20 yuan network fee reward."

He subconsciously glanced at his computer number and found that it was 173, so 174 is...

The pentakill notification on Zhong Chenming's computer screen had disappeared, but judging from the heads, all the heads of his team were on him, and none of the other teammates had heads.

The man with glasses was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it?"

Zhong Chenming had already got the pentakill, and he felt a little more relaxed. He automatically blocked the slanderous words. He still listened to the "friendly" question. He glanced at the computer screen next to him and took out the cigarette from his mouth. Asked: "What's wrong?"

"Brother, are you a power leveling?" The man with glasses is very familiar, as if he completely forgot that he just pissed off this person.

"No - can you take Mala Tang farther away, the soup splashed on me, I can eat it at this position, just now Feng...Did the dragon of God M be taken by the other side?"

The man with glasses scooped up the last bit of Malatang and ate it, wiped his mouth, and changed his words very quickly: "I didn't expect God M to be such a rubbish, he can win a passerby game, no wonder MW didn't even qualify for the group stage , Garbage team."

Zhong Chenming: "..."

As he said that, the man with glasses felt that he seemed a bit too much, and added another sentence: "But God M really played well, it must be because his teammates played so hard that his mind exploded, don't blame him for being superior, he was just too anxious to bring his teammates up .”

Zhong Chenming: "..."

Brother, don’t you think your own words are inconsistent?

The big brother couldn't hear Zhong Chenming's heartfelt thoughts, and didn't feel that there was any problem with his logic. He continued: "The Korean server is still better than the national server, and God M has been thrown into the ditch."

Zhong Chenming: "...It's not because Hanbok is so good, it's because the support on the opposite side is 1998."

"Who is 1998?" The man with glasses humbly asked for advice, and was still thinking about going to Baidu.

Zhong Chenming talked to him while killing people: "In 1998, the legendary support in the Korean e-sports circle was known as the master of operation. Although the team he was in was not strong, he often had unexpected ideas. If you are in OGN ——I saw dirty routines in the Korean professional league, most of them were invented by him.”

The man with glasses shook his head sincerely: "I've never heard of it, is it so powerful?"

The word "victory" popped up on the computer screen, Zhong Chenming ended the game, and he explained patiently: "The one just now, it seems that God M is chasing and killing 1998, but in fact it is a flaw that 1998 deliberately sold, which caused God M went after him, and at this time his teammates were already heading towards the dragon. God M chased too deeply. Although he killed 1998, he was still alive. At this time, when he returned to the city, Dalong just surrendered to others. "

"Assist to change the dragon?" The man with glasses suddenly realized that the big dragon is much more useful than a support, not to mention that the level of 1998 is not high, and the resurrection time is short.

Zhong Chenming smiled: "That's it. Many people don't understand it. They only think that the head is important."

"Brother, you are really good." The man with glasses shook his mouse, ready to turn off the live broadcast, "It's a pity that God M is about to lose this one, so don't watch it, alas, a bunch of money."

"I will win." Zhong Chenming clicked on a new game and said.

"This can win?" The man with glasses was incredulous, "It's all at the gate of the house, how can you win?"

"It's been 50 minutes now." Zhong Chenming moved the mouse on the hero selection interface and selected a hero. "Winning or losing is a matter of team battles. You should trust your M God."

Zhong Chenming just finished choosing the hero, and the Master also ended the battle. In the last wave of team battles, he rushed up and lost the opponent's C position in seconds—that is, the main output. Although he was beaten to death by the group, his teammates killed the opponent The person who got a group wiped out and flattened the opponent's base. This game that lasted for fifty minutes was finally over.

"You can guess this." The man with glasses exclaimed, "Big brother, you are amazing."

Zhong Chenming: "It's just experience."

Seeing that Zhong Chenming played another game, the man with glasses hurriedly said, "Even with experience, you are very good. Brother, which district are you from?"

Zhong Chenming didn't think much, and replied casually: "Ionia."

"Wait a minute." The man in glasses turned off the live broadcast and tapped on the keyboard. After 5 minutes, he turned around and asked, "Brother, do you have a double row?"

Zhong Chenming manipulated the mouse, killed the opponent's mid laner simply and brutally, and said, "I don't lead anyone to score."

The author has something to say: Gong is the Master.

Although he is still alive in the live broadcast, he will appear soon.