I heard that my ex-boyfriend is my new teammate

In the second round of the regular season, KWC team vs ELM team.

When Shen Qiuming came on stage, he couldn't help but glanced at the five players who started opposite him. Skin walked in the forefront like a master carrying peripherals. There was no Congee in the team, and most likely they were transferred to the backstage lounge to manage the drinking fountains. members.

It may be unfortunate for Congee, a veteran, but lucky for KWC.

"Everyone knows that Congee is the cornerstone of ELM's team building and an expert in endgame rescue. Since they are willing to self-destruct the Great Wall, why don't we send them a ride?"

In yesterday's battle conference room, Shen Qiuming sat on the gaming chair with his legs crossed, and said to his teammates in a circle around him.

ELM's new manager's wise behavior of dumping the pot made him want to laugh. Although the intention of introducing foreign aid was good, her cunning and indifferent approach really chilled the hearts of a team of players.

In particular, this object is Congee, the cornerstone of ELM's team building and its glorious contributor, a professional player who has renewed his contract with the team for many years and has never left him.

Once ELM was able to enter the professional league from the secondary knockout rounds to other first-tier teams that failed to advance, Congee in his youth contributed a lot, and the battle of the gods at his peak made his worth doubled and skyrocketed.

In the beginning, many clubs tried their best to offer high prices to acquire this player. The transfer period was a war without gunpowder, and the bloody storm was hidden in the dark. A frivolous but high-paying transfer contract worth millions.

But Congee silently chose to stay in ELM during each transfer period and continue to fight for the team.

This man will not only turn the tide and help the building to fall, but also have a slump and a trough in operation decline, but in every piece of promotion of the ELM team, people can always see the unchanging path figure.

He is Congee, the god of porridge, the belief in the hearts of his teammates, and the immortal soul of ELM.

But now, his old club wants to personally abandon his most devout believer and most powerful reliance to a corner where no one cares about him with the most clumsy excuses.

It is true that with Congee's current e-sports age, his operational status is naturally not as good as it was at his peak, and his combat ability is slightly inferior to that of Skin who is in the limelight, but Black Mirror has never been a game for one person.

The fun and competitive nature of e-sports is not only the cool and superb show skills, but also the cooperation and tacit understanding between team members. The high-end lone wolf style of play that is worshiped by countless players in the game has actually become the worst mistake in the game decision making.

Although he feels a little bit uneasy about Congee being sacrificed by the management, Shen Qiuming will definitely not slack off for this in the official game.

Take the seat, bp, the game begins.

The ELM that has lost its backbone is like a loose sand dune built randomly from a plate of fine sand, and it will appear crumbling when a big wave that is not too light or heavy hits it.

Skin's arrogance and isolation prevented the rest of ELM from trusting their new teammate wholeheartedly.

Despite his strong marksmanship and sharp reflexes, no one wants to entrust their most dangerous and vulnerable rear to this lone wolf who likes to move alone from the pack.

In Skin's eyes, the wolf pack he is currently joining is extremely weak. He is arrogant and contemptuous of the blessings from his teammates. In the tug-of-war, he firmly gained the upper hand.

The hot-blooded Skin goes deep into the enemy camp alone with a submachine gun in his hand, eager to enjoy the thrill of hunting weak animals, but he doesn't know that the lone wolf who is alone has quietly stepped into the trap carefully arranged by the opponent, and the roles of prey and hunter are in vain at this moment. convert.

"Skin is on order again," Shen Qiuming cut the screen and returned, and wrote lightly to his teammates, "Kill."

The next moment, what Shen Qiuming heard was from the earphones, and the teammates sitting beside him responded with absolute trust in him.

"Brother Shen, don't worry, leave it to me!"

"Go away, let me guard your perky buttocks!"

"Brother Neschen! I declare that you are the most handsome boy in this building! Uh, by the way, I am the second most handsome!"

"Fuck, I'm going to solo kill this little hot chick Skin right away, none of you should take this head from me! You let him die and I'll die for you!"

The KWC contestants started a happy group cross talk show as usual, but at this time the opposing team was arguing, the voice channel was full of five different voices mixed together, and a few words could not be restrained from time to time bad language.

"Why don't you come and help me? Skin, are you a fucking person? Tofu, what are you doing running around the field with him, to give warmth to the opposite side to get rich?"

"I just don't understand what Nosuke is doing? And Skin, if you don't report it, why are you still hiding and waiting for the opponent to kill you?"

"Skin, are you fucking deaf? How many times have I called you back? Are you happy to die again and again? Are you happy to grab the wild head?"

"Don't go, don't go, don't go! The sniper is up there!"

"Fuck, brother Jing, what are you doing? Going shopping or sleepwalking? Breaking into the isolation area by yourself and leaving the support on the second floor, do you want to give away the jungler on the opposite side?"

Without Congee's reliable and steady command, coupled with Skin's bad behavior of ignoring his teammates and loitering alone or even grabbing the head once the reckless person gets on top, ELM's first set of the harvest game was a mess, which can be called a magic weapon.

In less than 10 minutes, ELM was beaten to the ground by KWC and ended the first game ahead of schedule. The gap between the score and the opponent at the end seemed to be stolen by them all the way unimpeded.

The ELM team members who took off their earphones looked at each other with ugly faces, and Skin even threw the mouse aside in his hand with a grumpy expression, and stood up abruptly and said something to the conductor who was closest to him.

The other party didn't want to waste words with him, so he gave him a sneering smile, grabbed the shoulder of the teammate next door and patted him comfortingly, leaning on each other and quickly left the player's bench.

Skin's blue eyes stared at the backs of the other teammates going away, he pursed his lips and forcibly resisted the desire to swear a series of swear words, and followed the end of the line without saying a word, but his fingers stretched out while holding the peripherals. Faintly turning blue.

Again.

This is always the case.

No matter when and where, he is always alone.

KWC took the lead temporarily with a score of 1-0, halftime.

"Gangzhen, did ELM drink fake alcohol collectively today?"

In the lounge, Ruan Nuonuo scratched the back of his head, his face full of disbelief, this game was won too easily, "Take the harvesting game as a free game, if you have peanuts, give it to the big brother next door. "

A few days ago, Ruan Nuonuo happened to crash into Skin while playing ranked during training. Unfortunately, it was a killing round. Both of them came in solo without any teammates.

At the beginning, Ruan Nuo Nuo was very excited to meet Skin, the arrogant and stinky younger brother, but when he saw the other party pull the gun cleanly and neatly, Ruan Nuo, whose IQ was online, Nuo was silent for three seconds and chose to drop the trap and retreat.

There is no doubt that this is the subconscious reaction of the trap flow meeting the gun flow.

Relying on Lao Yinbi's coquettish position, Ruan Nuonuo managed to fight to the end. As for Skin...

Ruan Nuonuo ran over to tell Shen Tuihua that day with an expression on his face that he wanted to boast. He blew up the old king next door who was trying to provoke a harmonious and happy marriage between their happy family parents to [-] miles under the sea.

So Shen Qiuming generously ordered a bunch of takeaway snacks for him as supper. Ruan Nuonuo stroked his swollen belly with a happy face, and Jiang Yinan laughed sourly during the live broadcast. Daddy is fried chicken or cake.

A neat row of "started again, KWC hit our teammate's sand sculpture routine" was brushed across the barrage in response to the situation, and there was joy that couldn't be hidden between the lines.

"Comfortable!" Jiang Yinan gulped down half a glass of milk, squinted his eyes and let out a small milky burp, "Is today's 2-0 early holiday again?"

He handed the water glass to Jiang Yibei, who was leaning against his gaming chair, and asked with anticipation: "It's still early after the end anyway, brother, can you go out with me? I really want to go to the snack street in City B." Take a stroll!"

The home court of the second round of the regular season is City D where the ELM club is located. Due to the long round trip time, KWC, whose base is in the next-door city next door, checked into the hotel provided by the organizer before the start of the game.

"Not necessarily, it depends on whether the congee is good or not." Jiang Yibei said lightly, took his younger brother's cup and put it aside, and took a serious look at Jiang Yinan's face with a little baby fat, "Little Pumpkin, are you Gained weight recently?"

Jiang Yinan: "...Flower, Flower Q!"

Amidst the impassioned protests from the assistant, Luo Beichen turned his head, his eyes fell on Shen Qiuming, his eyes flickered slightly, "Congee him?"

"At the meeting." Shen Qiuming lowered his eyes and smiled slowly, "He has to."

Congee is a player who takes the game extremely seriously. Although he chooses to be patient with the manager's way of retreating and retreating in the arrangement of the starting lineup and the substitute, his bottom line, which cannot be lowered, is still low when it comes to the outcome of the game. Will get damn high in vain.

Everyone has something they want to protect. Congee is not reconciled to losing a game that could have been [-]/[-], and the loss was so ugly. will follow.

Most of the time, public opinion from the outside world is unwilling to understand the antecedents, and only cares about the consequences. If you win, you will brag about your losses.

Congee not only wants to protect the dignity of the team, but also wants to protect his teammates.

So he is bound to stand up, even if he is about to retire.

Deer stood in the middle with a small notebook, gave him a meaningful look, and said softly: "Dare to let go in the first set and let your teammates play so fiercely, shortening the time to the limit...Why did you do it?"

The originally planned 2-0 was caught off guard by Shen Qiuming. The next game may evolve into countless uncertain variables. The worst case is being chased by ELM and turned against the wind.

Deer had expected that Luo Beichen would participate unconditionally, but he didn't expect that all the other players would choose to silently indulge their captain's willful decision without hesitation during the game.

With his toes on the ground, Shen Qiuming held his chin and smiled lazily: "Anyway, no matter whether they plan to replace Congee or not, it will still be our KWC that wins the game in the end."

"that's enough."

He created a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and delivered it to the opponent.

But he didn't say whether this opportunity was a miracle to turn the tide, or a decision to completely lose.

As for which one will evolve into, he and the opponent will wait and see in the next game.

……

"Honey, don't stare at me, woo woo woo, Congee and I are really just pure socialist brotherhood! Congee is absolutely straight!"

"I'm wrong, it's not porridge, it's Congee! Congee! We'll beat him all over the place for teeth later! Ah Chen, don't stare at me, I'm afraid, woooooo! No matter how fierce I am, I won't give him a kiss, huh!" "

"Love you, love you, love you so much! One hundred memes!"

The halftime break is over and the second game is about to start.

ELM's breakthrough position was replaced by Congee as a substitute by the coach, while Skin sat on the bench in the lounge with a displeased face.

When Congee stood on the stage again, a large number of ELM fans in the auditorium immediately raised the support cards in their hands and shouted wildly, deafening screams one after another.

Not for other things, not for winning or losing, they just cheered for this man, for this veteran, and their blood boiled.

Even if the team will sign the best breakthrough player to replace him in the future, in the eyes of old fans who have supported ELM from its rise to its ups and downs since ancient times, this professional player named Congee is still the best one.

Always high spirits, always tears.

On the stage, Peng and Congee faced each other far away.

The moment their eyes met, the two contestants suddenly had inexplicably similar smiles on their faces.

Do you want to win?

Sorry, I happen to be too.

Since everyone wants to win, let each one rely on his own ability.