Eating chicken starts with one step

"Let's go." Seven said, crossed Jiujiu and walked out, Killer and the other three followed behind Seven, talking and laughing, Jiujiu still didn't forget to turn around and say to my name and family, "See you next time."

"See you next time~" Shura waved his hand and watched them, seeing that they were almost gone, Shura then carefully looked around the stage. Among the more interesting teams, only Killer came, Ego, TQS, BS and the like It hasn't appeared yet, and there are still a few teams that are impressive but not particularly deep... Asura was thinking, when he suddenly noticed a few people behind a certain equipment seat opposite, discussing something secretly, their eyes still wandering from time to time towards them.

Shura looked at the team logo—Team Genting, um... I just mentioned it in the short strategy meeting at the hotel. This is a rookie team that they had previously ignored. The performance in the preliminary round was mediocre, and basically he was promoted by pressing the line. In the semi-finals, he started to exert his strength unexpectedly. A dark horse for this invitational tournament.

The four members of the Genting team are called Zero, Invisible Man, Fatty, and Little A.At this moment, Ling Du pushed Xiaopang two steps out, visually trying to encourage him to do something, "Hurry up!"

Fatty looked hesitant, looked back at his teammates, and then at the opposite side of the aisle of the plane, just a few steps, for him, it was like a long march...

"Little fat, show some manliness." The invisible man encouraged him.

"Gogogo!" Little A even clapped his hands.

Under the BUFF forcefully imposed by the three teammates, Xiaopang took a deep breath and strode towards my name with arrogance.

Noticing the movement, Sirius was the first to turn his head to look over, meeting his murderous eyes, Xiaopang turned and left without thinking.

"I'll go, you're a coward." Xiao A didn't see it.

"You don't persuade you to go up." Xiaopang muttered aggrievedly.

"Before you came here, wasn't it you who said every day that you couldn't get a group photo and would be single for the rest of your life?" Ling Du sneered.

"..." Xiaopang was speechless.

"Forget it, forget it," Little A waved his hand, "If you don't make it, don't waste your time, just withdraw."

"Hey——" Looking at their figures about to leave, Xiaopang reluctantly glanced at my name again, clenched his fist vigorously, and walked towards my name with determination to die.

Except for Qianli who was still tinkering with the equipment enthusiastically, Wu Jiu, Shura, and Grizzly all looked at this unexpected visitor. Is this man here to establish diplomatic relations or kick out the pavilion?

Unexpectedly, Xiaopang skipped them, and went straight to Chongchong who was curiously taking various pictures and preparing to post on Weibo, and said embarrassedly, "That... Chong, sister Chongchong, can I ask for a group photo?"

Chongchong was stunned for a moment, then retracted the phone, "Yes."

After my name team became famous, she got used to this kind of rhythm. The most exaggerated time in my memory was that after a certain LDM carnival ended, she didn't pay attention to wearing a mask when she left and was caught without taking a few steps. Seeing this, I was dragged there to take a group photo with the endless stream of fans for more than an hour. Chongchong looked cold, but actually didn’t know how to refuse. Later, it was Shura who came back all the way and dragged her away abruptly. go.

But... She never expected that in this PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds competition venue, there would be someone asking her to take a photo with her...

Hearing Chongchong's permission, Xiaopang raised his phone excitedly and cautiously, switched to selfie mode, and stood as close to Chongchong as possible, but did not dare to have any physical contact with her—a few flower protectors by my name The envoys were all staring at them... After posing, there was a click, and the group photo was completed.

"Thank you—" Xiaopang thanked Chongchong devoutly, and almost burst into tears on the spot. He never dreamed that he would be able to say a word with the goddess face to face in his lifetime!

"Actually, I've been a fan of you for a long time," Xiaopang suppressed his excitement, "I especially like your fighter—"

Before eating chicken, Xiaopang was also a fan of LDM. His original destiny was Team Miracle, and my name is the Valkyrie Chongchong.

As for the golden pair of Sirius and Wu Yuqianli... Sorry, he doesn't call these stinky men.

It's a pity that when my name team sent out the recruitment information, he had already signed with the Genting team, otherwise he would definitely fight for the goddess.

"Oh...thank you," Chongchong said, "You played really well, come on."

Chongchong's words are not perfunctory, she has indeed noticed the performance of the Genting team, she is very clear about the difficulty of the rookie team, and since she has spoken today, she will give them a pep talk.Xiaopang was stunned for a while, and then nodded his head three seconds later, "Okay! We will work hard!"

After Xiaopang secretly cheered and left with his teammates with a boyish heart in his arms, Shura made a comment, "Congchong, your popularity is really incredible, Otaku killer, do you want to consider making a debut?"

"Well, Miss Chongchong has always been very popular." Grizzly agreed.

"No," Chongchong rebuffed for a second, "I still prefer to eat melons behind the scenes."

Today's visit to the venue is only for visiting. The debugging of the equipment needs to be carried out and confirmed by special staff tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. A few people in my name have seen it almost, and my curiosity is satisfied, so I went back to the hotel.I didn't take a nap today, and I took a taxi all afternoon. After arriving at the hotel, I was still messing around. Everyone was tired. Once I got back to the room, I plunged into the bathroom. After washing, he went in without fault. He casually wiped his hair with a towel, sat on the head of the bed, opened his laptop, clicked into a folder, and opened the video of the European and American Invitational Tournament that he had just downloaded this afternoon.

After watching the video for less than 5 minutes, the door rang loudly.

Qianli couldn't help wondering, who would it be at this moment?He paused the video, got out of bed and walked over. The moment he opened the door, a mobile phone almost hit him in the face.

"Come, come—" Shura smiled brightly, "Qianli, come and say hello to everyone!"

"What the hell?" Qianli was annoyed.

"Your fans, don't you love them?" Shura said.

"Ah?" Qianli leaned his head to look at the screen. It turned out that Shura was broadcasting live. As soon as Qianli showed his face, the barrage flew up like crazy. Before he could see a word, he disappeared. Qianli caught him Scratching his hair, "What's so good about this, I can't start the game now."

"What do you know?" Shura squeezed into his room involuntarily, "There is true love in the world, and casual chatting is also love, don't you think so?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"That's the reason." The fans responded cooperatively.

"Or..." Shura turned his head and stared at Qianli meaningfully, "It's... inconvenient for you now?"

"..." Qianli was speechless, "Sura, your brain is hopeless."

"Heh heh heh, I'm a man of knowledge." Shura said proudly.

"What's wrong?" The two were talking, Wujiu pushed open the bathroom door and came out, Xiu immediately turned the camera to him, but saw that Wujiu was wearing pajamas, the steam around his body had not completely dissipated, and his hair was also wet. He is looking at the camera with a gentle smile on his face, and the picture is extremely harmonious.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"What are you doing with the screenshot, just stare blankly!"

"Stop it all! No team let me take over!"

"Draw your sword, rivals—"

At this moment, Qianli was standing beside Shura, witnessing these obscene barrages word for word, he sighed, "Sura, are you trying to sell your friends for glory?"

But no, it hurts a lot for Qianli to use all means to trick them in order to start a live broadcast.

After the invitational match started, in order to match their high-intensity training schedule, Shura turned off his live broadcast for the time being. After all, whether it was team training or data analysis, it took a lot of time, and Shura would take the initiative to help wherever he could. Help, he very much hopes that this world champion can also have his part.But they could endure it, and the fans couldn't bear it, they kept yelling under Shura's Weibo day after day, saying something like "My roommate has leukemia, his last wish is to watch the live broadcast of WuTeam and Pipiqian again" All kinds of stalks came out, Shura couldn't be appeased at all, what can he do, he is also very desperate.

However, difficulties are always better than methods... Bah, there are more methods than difficulties. One day, Shura had a flash of inspiration—hey, I can’t live broadcast the game for a long time, so I can broadcast a small daily routine!

Among other things, many people should be very concerned about their preparations when they come to the offline venues of the National Finals this time, right?Just like that, Shura forcefully came to visit with his mobile phone regardless of his interest.He dare not take pictures of Chongchong, Wujiu and Qianli...they are my top names, and picking up customers is also one of their jobs.

Just like that, Shura stayed in their room for half an hour. Wujiu was very cooperative, sitting at the table with Shura, patiently answering all kinds of questions raised by the fans, including some that had nothing to do with the game. For trivial matters, Qianli watched the video as if no one was there. Later, Lilac Kiss couldn't take it anymore, and sent an aircraft carrier to call Qianli "come to give the uncle a laugh", forcing Qianli to interact with everyone obediently for a while.

It was almost 10 o'clock when Shura left, I don't know if he would continue to bother Sirius and Grizzly, even if he did, Qianli didn't feel sorry for them at all.The game is about to start the day after tomorrow. It is a lie to say that he is not nervous at all.No matter how many things you have experienced and how far you have grown, Qianli thinks that there are always some things deep in a person's soul that will never change and cannot be changed.

"Still sleeping?" Seeing that Qianli was still sitting there facing the computer, with no plans to move, Wugui asked.

"Look at it for a while, anyway, it's okay to get up early tomorrow." Qianli's voice was a little lazy, and Wu Jiu could hear the exhaustion that couldn't be concealed.

"Qianli." Wu Jiu pulled the chair and moved closer to him.

"Huh?" Qianli turned around.

Without warning, she kissed him on the lips.

Qianli looked at him unexpectedly, Wu Jiu didn't speak, the two looked at each other silently for a few seconds, Qianli looked away and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Wugui asked.

Qianli raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, "No, sometimes I feel... so unreal."

"What's not true? Me?" Wugui said.

Qianli shook his head slowly, "I don't know how to say it."

Wu Jiu held his hand, "For me, the past is like a dream."

Very far away, a very distant dream, so far away that when he inadvertently recalled it, he realized that even the details had become so blurred that he could hardly even draw a complete picture.

The power of time is really powerful.

"No fault," Qianli said softly, "I am very happy now."

"No matter what the outcome will be," Qianli repeated, "I am very happy now."

Loved ones and close friends are all by his side, devoting all his heart and energy to fighting for the unknown tomorrow, challenging fate with his own strength, this is probably the most beautiful life he can imagine Bar.

Seven days later, they will usher in a turning point in their fate.

as he said.

no matter what the result is.

He will accept it bravely.

The official interviews were conducted one by one in turn. My name was arranged on the morning of the 8th, and the afternoon of the 7th was the time for them to debug the equipment.Going in and out of the arena, meeting each team is indispensable, Shura consciously took on the diplomatic work, and when he saw a player or team leader with a friendly aura, he would go up and chat with them, and cultivate the friendship of my name Spend.Those first-class teams, such as Killer, BS, TQS and Rainbow team are old acquaintances, and the relationship between clubs such as My Name, God’s Light, and Miracle is similar. The teams that PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds joined later are not particularly outstanding. Yes, it is very difficult to squeeze into that elite circle.Birds of a feather flock together, people are divided into groups, this has always been the case in the world.

"Hi, are you Shura?" Shura was walking through the crowd, and someone took the initiative to talk to him.

Shura turned his head and saw that it was a face he didn't recognize - there were at least 20 players in 80 teams, and most of them were public faces. It was too difficult to recognize everyone.Fortunately, this person was wearing a team uniform. When Shura saw it, his heart skipped a beat—Emma, ​​isn't this the Pioneer Team?

Their high-profile chicken that claims to be able to boast for a year, but it was eaten by stepping on the corpses of the pioneers... Shura can't remember them, and everyone can't help but remember them.

"Hello," the man smiled, "I'm Kim."

"Oh, hello, hello," Shura replied, "Are you the commander of the vanguard?"

"You know me?"

"Of course I know, Qianli said that you can be regarded as a first-class conductor in the country." Shura said.

"Oh," Kim said with a face full of shame, "Praise, I was completely defeated by you last time, and we didn't fight well."

"Everyone is in a bad state, and we are often wiped out by the group," Shura said, "One or two times can't prove anything."

After only a few words, Kim felt Shura's unusual EQ, and easily wiped out the feud that should have existed between them. No worse than those big clubs.

On the contrary, Kim felt very good to Shura, and Tao Zhiyao's description was very accurate-the Pioneers really are a team with a good temper, with such tactics and personality, and temperament really varies from person to person. .

"Are you my name's team leader now?" Kim asked suddenly.

"Um, maybe, or something like a manager." Shura said.

Shura's uncertain answer made Kim feel a little strange, but he didn't pursue it. Instead, he said, "I also watched your LDM game. I think your support is pretty good. You are still young, right? Why so early Just retired? Don't you think about playing again?"

"Ah?" Xiu Luo paused, "I... I'm different from you guys. Fighting and killing is really not suitable for me. The pressure is too great. I still prefer to be a cheerleader for them."

"I see." Kim nodded.

"Haha, I just have no ambitions." Shura laughed at himself.

"Don't say that, everyone's pursuit is different." Halfway through Kim's words, someone accidentally bumped into Shura while passing by him. The man turned his head, saw Shura's face, and said coldly, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay—" Shura didn't finish speaking, the man turned around and left.

Shura had a smile on his face, a little embarrassed.

"That's the captain of the MIC, Lin Er." Kim said.

"MIC?" Shura looked at Kim. Shura also had an impression of this team. They were... the team that was wiped out by my front team three times.

During the replay, Qianli's evaluation of MIC was just one word - food.

Expanded into one sentence, that is "the marksmanship has reached a certain level."

In Qianli's view, it is meaningless for a team that can't even master the basic skills of marksmanship to pay attention to tactics.

In the game of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, marksmanship is the best thing to practice. Even if the base is not luxurious enough, even if there is no coach, no professional data analyst, even if the monthly salary is only 3000, it will not stop any team or any professional player from practicing. Good marksmanship, poor tactics and coordination, is a team problem, poor marksmanship, that is lazy, nothing else.

If you practice hard for 10 hours every day and you can't improve your marksmanship... Brother, retreat.

When MIC was wiped out by my name group for the third time, their live broadcast room was paced by many people. I heard that the captain Lin Er got angry on the spot and said bluntly, "What is my name?" Shura had heard about it , but first, Lin Er knew that he said something he shouldn't have said, and quickly suppressed the rhythm. Second, the popularity of MIC was not very high, and it didn't cause too much trouble. Third, Shura didn't want to talk about my name anymore. If something went wrong, I called on the fans on Weibo not to make trouble and watch the battle rationally, which prevented my name from making headlines again.

Of course Lin Er recognized Shura, but he didn't even bother to do superficial efforts. Anyway, everyone was not on the same live broadcast platform, and there was no interaction on weekdays.

Shura was a little helpless, but he understood that this is human nature.Most of the professional players are young people, and there are only a few mature and steady talents like Wu Jiu and Kim. Enmity between teams has never been a new thing, just get used to it.

While the two were chatting, my four main players were in front of the dressing table being fiddled with by the stylists.That's right, the competition officials even provided stylists for this competition. They knew very well that these game nerds in their twenties must know nothing about image management.

"What is this?" Sirius asked with a frown when he saw in the mirror that the makeup artist was about to put a bottle of something on his face.

"Foundation liquid."

"I do not need."

"..."

"what is this?"

"Hair spray."

"I do not need."

"..."

"This... lipstick???"

"Lip balm, no color, just to brighten up the luster."

Sirius shook his head like a rattle, "I don't have to—"

The makeup artist is going to despair.Dude, are you here to smash the field? !

Seeing that the make-up artist stopped, Sirius just brushed and jumped up from the chair, "Okay, I'll do it this way."

So your sister!From just now to now, I just combed your hair for you!

Sirius couldn't feel the broken heart of the makeup artist at all, and walked towards the interview area swaggeringly.Once they're in shape, it's time for photos and videos.

When he was in God's Light, Sirius also hated this kind of link the most—whether it was shooting commercials, promotional videos, or accepting interviews.In short, every time he has to stage a battle of wits with the makeup artist... Life is really hard.

This time, Sirius won a phased victory, and Wujiu, Qianli and Grizzly were able to do it after a little bit of manipulation. They were manipulated by the photographer and took many photos in various poses, and then started the interview.

The interviews are conducted by individual members in turn, not all the content will be played, and certain editing will be required later.

Shura and Chongchong weren't on camera. Although they are my registered players, they are substitutes among the substitutes, so I won't join in the fun.The official efficiency is very high. On the afternoon of October 10th, the promotional videos of the 9 teams took shape, and they were played in a loop in the official live broadcast room 20 hours before the start of the game.

In addition to interviews, the content of the promotional video also includes a more comprehensive system introduction from the team to the individual players, including the honors they have won in PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, the highlight moments of each player or team in the semi-finals, etc., which can be said to be exceptional. distracted.

As soon as he heard the news, Shura couldn't wait to turn on his phone and enter the official live broadcast room to see what their promotional video was like.