Jungle is super annoying

He Dika quit the game at the last second when the base exploded.

The client jumped to the settlement interface, and he glanced at his 0/7 ad and 0/5 support, as well as the extremely eye-catching words "failed to advance", thinking in a strange way, if this game can't kill teammates, then will be meaningless.

When quitting the game, the top laner clicked on the avatars of the two people in the bottom lane, typing and cursing: If you are really free, find a factory to work, what kind of game are you playing, trash!

The assistant replied to him: I still have to play games after get off work in the factory.

He Di almost laughed out loud.

It's just one o'clock, the teammates are still not awake or washing up, and there is not even a ghost in the training room.

No one can be found in the double row.

He quit the queue, got up and went to the window to light a cigarette.

He Di is the mid laner of the TNG team. He is about to turn 22 years old. His operation and awareness have not declined, and he is sitting firmly in the starting position. Unfortunately, his rank results are not ideal.

It stands to reason that if the mid laner wants to duo, it is best to choose a jungler.

The middle-field and jungle team-up points, either carry the whole game or one death and one free. Unfortunately, TNG's jungler ran away from home during the winter transfer period and joined the next-door NK team. He was busy with training matches and trials for the past two days, leaving behind a widow. He Di ranked alone.

There is no one to protect the eyes of the river.

Very melancholy.

When He Di finished smoking and went back, top laner and ad had already arrived in the training room and were turning on the computer.

"Hey," the top laner greeted, "It's quite early."

"It's okay." He Di sat back on his seat, "I got up five, six, seven or eight hours earlier than you guys. Have you ever seen the training room at seven o'clock in the morning?"

Ad passed by holding a big tea mug, glanced at him, and said earnestly: "Pay attention to rest, sleep for eight hours a day, did you do eye exercises today? Let me tell you..."

Before he finished speaking, AD saw the words "failed to advance" on He Di's screen, and when he reached his mouth, he paused, "You just need to live well, and you can lose even if you are a patient, you can't die Far."

The top laner laughed wildly beside him, He Di didn't even look up, and gave them the middle finger: "Shut up, don't bark."

What is there to say?

Talking about rank's troubles and top laner became more and more annoying, and talking about laning and ad became more and more disintegrating.

Only the jungler suits me best.

He Di clicked to start the game.

There are several junglers in the team who came to try out, and I don't know when the final name will be determined.

It's better to have someone with a better temper, who can be a dog for the middle lane, so that he can try to break through his own predicament this year.

Thinking about it, He Di opened the ranking again.

15 minutes later, he posted a circle of friends: Good afternoon, gloomy weather, just like my broken face.

Underneath is a ranking record, which is very red, and the loss is very complete.

The former jungler who ran away from home gave him a thumbs up.

Looking at this praise, He Di had mixed feelings and thoughts. He clicked on the friends list excitedly and blocked the former jungler, planning to release him in two days.

Today is not a good day for scoring.

He Di thought.

Let's start a live broadcast for a long time.

"The anchors TNG and Last you subscribed to start the live broadcast! Click to enter the live broadcast room, come and watch!"

Zhou You just woke up when he received this news, and he was still lying on the bed watching the video to wake up.

This message popped up on the top of the phone, and his mental strength returned to his body in an instant. He opened the live broadcast software immediately, and cut in to watch at the speed of light.

Even if he was particularly concerned, the software's broadcast start notification was a step behind. When Zhou You clicked in, He Di had already broadcasted the live broadcast for almost 10 minutes, and the game interface was all in.

He pursed his lips, planning to look for the recording later, and fill in the 10 minutes he missed.

The players of TNG have all signed live streaming contracts, and each month has a specified duration. The offseason like now is a good time for them to make up time. He Di has played professionally for so many years, and fans have caught a lot of them. People who can eat hot pot to support several shifts, now the barrage is going up even more quickly.

Zhou You watched the live broadcast room with only the game interface for a while, and couldn't help but post a barrage: camera.

When this article was sent out, the barrage immediately responded, and they all swiped up.

-Turn on the camera, it's so hot, you didn't show your face today, did you?

-Don't rush, don't rush, the anchor has no money to buy a camera.

-Anchor I'm full today, can you turn on a camera and let me watch you throw up?

"Housekeeper," He Di's voice came out suddenly, and Zhou You tightened his grip on the phone, "Remember the ID of the person who sent the barrage just now, pull him into the room management group later, and give him a VIP slot for vomiting."

The barrage was filled with joy, and Zhou You heard the soft keyboard sound from the live broadcast room, as well as the voices of several other TNG players, but He Di's voice was no longer heard.

When He Di played games, he didn't talk very much. If he wanted to hear him say a few words, he had to wait until he died. When the screen was turned into black and white and cut out to watch the barrage, there were often only the sounds of the game and keyboard and mouse in the live broadcast room.

Zhou You pursed his lips, turned over and sat up, went to wash up, then lay back on the bed, and continued to watch He Di's live broadcast.

After a while, He Di finally finished his fight and cut out to enter the queue. This is the time when he is most likely to watch the barrage. It's a very expensive gift, and the words of the gift are still those words: camera.

"Thank you for the gift... Ouch," He Di's voice came out again, "I didn't wash my hair today, so I'll do it next time."

Both the barrage and the room manager started to scan, insisting that He Di turn on the camera, as if He Di would not have a face if he didn't turn on the camera, Zhou You watched them scan, and finally repeated very stubbornly: camera.

"I really am," He Di swallowed the word "fuck" back automatically, smacked his lips helplessly, turned on the camera, and even pulled his hair, "It's turned on, are you satisfied? Is it enough? Yes." Kowtow to me?"

enough.

Zhou You raised the corners of his mouth, fell on the pillow, and held up his phone to look at the lower right corner. He Di in the camera was a bit blurry, but there was no way. Zoom out to cover the game screen.

That's all.

Zhou You hadn't seen He Di for a long time since the offseason, and now he finally saw something scratching his heart, itching and numb.

He Di may not remember him... He is just a jungler of the UK second team, and He Di is TNG's starting mid laner, the last time we met was two years ago - but Zhou You is still very happy to see He Di who can move of.

The phrase "I didn't wash my hair today" really fooled the audience. He Di not only washed his hair, but also cut his hair. Staring at the screen and operating, from time to time, a few barrages made the audience laugh for a long time.

Zhou You never posted anything, and watched the live broadcast seriously.

When people are concentrating on something, time always goes by so fast. It was dark before Zhou You could recover. There was a knock on the door of the room. He froze for a moment, and went to open the door with his mobile phone.

"Fuck, you've been lying down for a day and a night, do you know that?" Wu Yan, the team's mid laner, opened the door and walked in, "You don't want to eat?"

"Eat." Zhou You said, took out a pair of earphones and put them on, without exiting He Di's live broadcast room.

"Auntie Cook said that if you don't go down to eat, she will come up and knock on the door." Wu Yan watched him get up, turned and walked out, "Although it is the offseason, you still have to eat. Do you know that cultivating immortals is prohibited during the offseason? ?”

Zhou You ignored him, focusing on the earphones and He Di's live broadcast room.

Auntie cooked a hearty meal today, but unfortunately it was the transfer period, and the players were all going to other teams for trial training, so few of them ate.Seeing that Zhou You had come down, she hurriedly took the food back and warmed it up, while murmuring: "You know you can't do without food? How thin are you? Why don't you eat more!"

Zhou You answered vaguely, and took out his phone. He Di on the screen was stretching out his hand to fiddle with the camera. His eyes were fixed on the center of the camera, as if looking at Zhou You through the screen. In the lower right corner, I can no longer move.

His whole body seemed to burn with this false stare, his heartbeat paused for a beat and then accelerated, Zhou You cleared his throat a little uncomfortably.

Wu Yan sat down and clicked his tongue: "Why are you watching his live broadcast again? What are you doing in the mid lane live broadcast room every day as a jungler? You want to gank him?"

Before Zhou You could speak, he got up again to help his aunt bring over the food, and after sitting down, he continued, "I heard that NK and QPE are looking for you to try out, when are you going?"

"No." Zhou You stared at the screen, He Di had already looked away.

"Why don't you go?" Wu Yan looked puzzled, "If you pass it, you can go to LPL to start? Why do you have to stay in the second team?"

Zhou You glanced at him: "NK and QPE are both teams with ad at their core. I used to be a dog for ad."

"So?" Wu Yan recalled his team's style of play, which basically revolved around the combination of middle and wild tactics. He was used to traveling around and playing wild and core games. Go wild, right?

"In this world, no one will let me be a dog." Zhou You said.

Wu Yan choked for a while, with a look of disdain for his second son, he changed the subject: "I remember you went to TNG's trial training?"

Zhou You responded in a muffled voice, "Yes."

"TNG is not a wild core team..." Wu Yan said in a low voice, "They mainly play double C. Didn't you also be a dog in the past?"

After finishing speaking, he clicked his tongue and suddenly realized: "Oh, He Di is in TNG, right?"

Zhou You's lips moved, but before he could make a sound, the coach suddenly pushed open the door of the restaurant.

"Tell everyone a good news!" The coach said happily.

As soon as he finished his next sentence, Zhou Youteng stood up.

At the same time, the door of TNG's training room was pushed open, and the manager walked in with a big bag of milk tea: "Is there any live broadcast? Turn off the microphone."

He Di turned off the screen and turned off his microphone: "Okay."

"Okay," the manager walked up to He Di, handed him a cup of milk tea, and continued to announce to everyone, "Our team's jungler has been decided, the UK youth training team, and the Hanbok king with [-] points."

"Who?" He Di touched the paper straw and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

"The ID is zy, which is the abbreviation of his name," the manager said while distributing milk tea, "Zhou You."

The author says:

Travel around and attack! !Next year! ! !Don't stand upside down! !