All members are super god [E-sports]

Two years ago, Shanghai, MGT club, youth training camp.

There are more than a dozen human heads in the room, staring at the LCD screen with awe-inspiring expressions. They dare not say a word from the beginning to the end. The breathing can be heard on the ground. The sound of a siren is generally long and sharp.

Intensely stimulated the eardrum.

"Ghost is here! Father Ming handed in the punishment, fucked up, got hatred, Tduang opened up!"

"WRT top laner is still on the way to support! This buff still has a chance!"

"Father Ming's residual blood is endangered! Ghost...Ghost sacrifices are underway!!"

"Win it! The fourth one! MGT won four buffs in one round!"

A cry of "Awesome!" burst out in the training room, and the table slammed loudly.

And the narrator goes on to say:

"They're assembled!"

"It's a mess! Ghost's blood line returns to the safety line!"

"Ghost sends out an attack signal, and the line of soldiers advances to the high ground!"

"The tower is gone! WRT back to the base to defend!"

"I didn't hold it! Grass! I won!!!"

"MGT! WIN!!!"

In the semi-finals of the "Miracle" S4 World Championship, MGT won.

Ghost led the team and took home the first trophy in the history of Chinese e-sports in this game.

A group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys in the training room couldn't help screaming, smashing tables, and jumping.

"Captain awesome!!!"

"Senior is awesome!!"

"MGT!"

"Awesome!!!!"

The screen was still moving, and the surrounding voices were too loud to be heard clearly. Lin Huai sat in the corner, staring at the screen.

Amidst all the excitement, crying and screaming, the young man in the deepest light source just took off his earphones, raised his lower eyelids, lowered his head and unconsciously tapped his wrists.

This is the routine action of many e-sports players after a game. It is common and nothing special.

It was extremely cold in Shanghai in November, and the air was filled with humidity. Lin Huai stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips, looking at them in Germany, shining brightly and full of glory.

Coming back soon.

After going abroad for two months, they are coming back soon.

Then...

See you soon too.

Lin Huai squeezed the palm of his hand, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

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"I'm back! Brother Chen brought Brother Duang and the others back!"

"Where's the captain?"

"The captain is not together."

"why?"

"……do not know."

The MGT youth training camp is on the first floor, a room full of glass everywhere. As soon as you enter the courtyard door of the villa, you can see a group of yellow-haired boys pretending to be training while glancing at the door.

Before returning to China, Tduang experienced a West Berlin hair dyeing technique. He dyed his hair blue and blue. In winter, when the light goes up and down, he looks younger by several years.

He rubbed his hair for a while, and pounded his elbows to the side: "Father, what do you think they are talking about?"

Yan Ming frowned slightly, and whispered out an ID: "Ghost."

Tduang: "Ah... makes sense."

The atmosphere was a bit dead silent for a while, Yan Ming let out a soft "tsk" impatiently, "Go back to sleep and practice tactics in the training room at nine o'clock in the evening."

Tduang: "...the captain is not as ruthless as you, Dad Ming, you are a human being."

Yan Ming was unmoved: "Then wait for Qin Qiang to come back and ask him if he wants to train."

Tduang: "..."

How could he dare to ask, Qin Qiang practiced himself desperately.

He sighed, yawned slowly and walked towards the main entrance, when he suddenly remembered something, he turned his head and asked, "Are there any youth trainees in this period who have a better background?"

Xu Haibai glanced at him, "I've been with you in Berlin for two months, where would I know where to go?"

After a pause, he turned his attention to the youth training camp: "But Lao Mao told me that a child from our family beat them in the training match before, and their youth training students were autistic."

Tduang: "Hey! You're so ruthless, let's make an appointment another day."

He said casually, how could the starting members of the big fire team have so much time to play games with the youth trainees.

Besides, a youth trainee, no matter how good he is, how strong can he be?

A week after Yan Ming and the others came back, Qin Qiang finally appeared at the gate of the base.

It was December, and the weather was very cold, but the seniors upstairs were all neatly dressed, and they waited in the living room, yawning early in the morning.

After sitting in the plane, Lin Huai raised his eyes after playing a round of ranking, and saw Qin Qiang crossing the garden and walking towards the door.

The 19-year-old Qin Qiang is definitely not a health master. In the cold weather, he only wore a thin blue jacket and a beige wool low-necked shirt, revealing his lean collarbone and sexy Adam's apple.

The hair was cleanly cut, the hair and eyes were so black that they were thick, and three obsidian studs were adorned on the earbones.

The whole body is full of arrogance and arrogance.

He was carrying a suitcase and pushed open the door. Tduang jumped up when he heard the voice and glanced back. He went to pick up the suitcase and said, "Why didn't you call, I got up early and planned to pick you up at the airport."

Qin Qiang: "Youth trainees have practiced for two hours, are you ashamed to say early?"

Tduang shrugged, Yan Ming came up and looked at his hands, "No problem?"

Everyone's breath was concentrated, but Qin Qiang smiled indifferently, "It's okay, the doctor said that the training intensity was a bit high during that time, and it was a stress reaction."

He didn't really want to talk about it, so his eyes fell to the side, and he walked towards the youth training camp.

There are three rows of seats, fifteen people, and a bunch of instant noodles and snacks are placed in front of each of them. It doesn't look like a youth training camp, but more like a black Internet cafe.

Seeing him coming, everyone's expressions were tense, and they couldn't hide their excitement.

Qin Qiang pursed his lips and smiled, not interested in being the homeroom teacher's inspection, but when he turned around, his eyes stopped, and he frowned slightly and looked at a person in the corner.

At first glance, it was white, almost malnourished white.

His hair was very light and thin.

Qin Qiang turned his head and asked, "What's his name?"

Tduang followed, followed his line of sight, thought about it carefully, but couldn't figure it out.

Yan Ming said, "Lin Huai."

Ask again: "Do you know?"

Qin Qiang took his hand out of his pocket and lifted it upwards, as if he wanted to push the door open.

But only at that moment, he closed his eyes and looked away, "I don't know, go back to training."

Tduang wailed: "Isn't it sir, you exploited people right after you came back."

Qin Qiang asked in a low voice, "Aren't you planning to participate in the spring competition?"

Tduang groaned: "...then we still have to fight."

They walked up, and Lin Huai was sitting downstairs, wearing earphones, but there was no sound. He heard Qin Qiang's "I don't know" clearly, and his face became paler.

The young trainees around were relieved and whispered to each other.

"Damn it, God Qin! You're alive!"

"Damn it, the support can reach the level of Ghost, and there will be no regrets in death."

"The captain is only 19 years old, he's too much of a genius..."

"So handsome... Lin Huai, what do you think?" Someone suddenly touched Lin Huai's chair beside him and asked.

Lin Huai was slightly stunned, took off the earphones and turned his head, "What?"

The expression was too pure and serious, the man was stunned for half a second, and leaned over to confirm that there was a cross on the right side of the volume icon in the lower right corner of his computer.

"...It's okay, you can train."

"Oh."

He really went to training.

The 6-year-old Lin Huai didn't know how to respond to the questions and attitudes of the people around him, and the 16-year-old Lin Huai still hadn't learned how.

The dormitory for youth trainees is a separate small building behind the villa. The access control time is one o'clock in the morning. After that, they can only stay in the training room overnight.

Lin Huai has been in MGT for more than a month, and the number of times he really went back to the dormitory was far less than the number of times he spent the night in the training room. He forgot the time as soon as he practiced, and he couldn't get out when he got into it.

The conversation in the morning was just a brief episode, the most important thing for him now is to find a way to stay.

Seven hundred a month for youth trainees is not enough.

And staying can only become stronger.

He is so strong that he can replace others, and others cannot replace him.

Lin Huai collected his thoughts, his eyes fell on the screen, and he played round after round, and the people around him had already left.

I don't know if he was called, and I probably didn't hear him.

After playing a round, he watched the video to review the game for himself, constantly slowing down and watching it over and over again.

It's boring and tasteless. While watching it, I press my wrist lightly, and I always feel itchy if I don't grab something in my hand.

Reaching out to the table, he found a pack of cigarettes.

It's not his, the person next to him left it, and it's easy to get sleepy when playing games, and the cigarettes are refreshing, often a pack of cigarettes is opened, and the people at the neighboring tables are using them.

Lin Huai froze slightly, took out one, tentatively put it in his mouth, held it, and lit it...

"I see that you are still online, so I know you haven't left yet."

Suddenly a low voice with a smile came from the door, Lin Huai was startled, biting the cigarette he had just lit and looking over there, he caught a glimpse of Qin Qiang wearing a fleece pajamas with an MGT team uniform on his shoulders, Standing there lazily and shapelessly, the three obsidian stones on the right earbone reflected bright light.

Lin Huai suddenly forgot to breathe, and was suddenly choked by the smoke in his throat and nasal cavity. He coughed violently and almost coughed out his lungs. He hurriedly took off the earphones and pressed the cigarette to extinguish the cigarette before looking over there again with a guilty conscience.

It was past two o'clock in the morning, and there were still people upstairs, but there were only the two of them here. The light was very cool, and there were many silhouettes and blurred circles of light on the glass.

Qin Qiang was still smiling at first, but now his brows and eyes were all cold, and he stood there looking at him coldly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, more like a mockery.

Lin Huai's eyes were red from the smoke, and the air conditioner was blowing hard. After a burst of strenuous exercise, he broke into a thin sweat, and even his pale and excessively pale cheeks and the tip of his nose were covered with powder.

Not knowing where to put his hand, he wanted to cover up the cigarette that had been twisted and lost its shape long ago, and then tightly clenched it, hiding behind him, and called out cautiously: "...Brother."

Qin Qiang was taken aback, the mockery on his lips dropped, but his voice was still cold: "You're not young, you're not young, which brat taught you to smoke?"

Lin Huai didn't dare to say that he learned it secretly, his eyes drooped unconsciously, his ears and hair drooped, and his eyes were red as if he was about to cry.

But obviously not, he was choked.

Qin Qiang stared at him for a while: "The dormitory is closed, where are you going to sleep?"

The temperature of the cigarette butt in the palm of his hand had already cooled down. Lin Huai reacted for two seconds, and wanted to say that it was here, but he said: "There is a sofa in the lounge."

The voice was soft and light, like a child caught by his parents for doing something wrong.

There is also a little bit of grievance and dissatisfaction.

Qin Qiang couldn't get angry at all, he was silent for a while, then he sighed indiscernibly: "Take the cigarettes with you and follow me upstairs."