God Yan anchor has been sealed again

China, City C, the youth training base of the National E-sports Park.

When Xuewei arrived, the e-sports park was empty and quiet, almost no one was there.

In the deep winter weather, the breath turns into ice.

Today's No. 11 car was very wobbly, and he was dizzy on the side of the road for a while before he found his place.

"Are you here to play the match? Which team are you from? How did you come in from the outside?"

The security guard checked his admission ticket and was originally questioning him, but after seeing his face, he asked instead: "—Are you okay?"

Xuewei rushed in sullenly, her face was abnormally pale, and she only had time to make an OK gesture.

He rushed into a convenience store 50 meters away, threw the consumption card issued by the team on the boss's desk, and then took two large pieces of chocolate peanut candy from the shelf.

He sat on the ground, tore open the package and took a few big mouthfuls before breathing slowly and steadily.

The boss stood aside and looked at him dumbfounded: "Are you okay, little classmate? Do you want to take you to the infirmary?"

The young man in front of him was fully armed, with a down jacket, hat and mask, only a pair of almond eyes were exposed, revealing some translucent and slightly cold beauty.It's just that he is obviously going to lose his way now, his whole body is extremely pale, and his black hair is wet with cold sweat.

Snow shook her head slightly.

"I'm sorry, I have hypoglycemia. Thank you for the trouble."

"Oh, I know, you children, you play games all day long and don't pay attention to your body..."

The boss was very generous. After repeatedly confirming that he didn't need to go to the infirmary, he sent him a bottle of hot strawberry milk and asked him a lot.

Xuewei thanked her, and after resting for a few minutes, she quickly ran to the youth training room.

Behind him, the employees came in from outside and followed the boss to look outside: "Which team is this? I haven't seen it before."

"I didn't see it clearly, but it seems to be a pretty kid." The boss frowned, "Isn't he from the youth training camp, is he from an outside team?"

"The team that still needs to play a certain stage...that's the only one left." The employee rubbed his chin, "That's really... a pity."

Xuewei was almost late, but managed to rush into the training room before the exam time.

He pushed open the door, and the cold wind brought in, and the door made a "thud" sound, breaking the silence in the room.

Many people raised their heads one after another and gave him a subtle look.

"Beverages and snacks are not allowed in the training room."

The invigilator——Alan, the head coach of the second team in the standings, patted the training rules behind him with the data roll in his hand angrily, "Give me the things, and I'll put you in the coaching room first."

Xuewei stopped and obediently handed over drinks and snacks: "I'm sorry coach, I don't know."

"The training team?" Coach Alan looked at his admission ticket, and his expression was slightly relaxed. "Hurry up, it starts in 5 minutes. There are only two chances a year, so take the exam well and don't waste it."

Xuewei found a seat, sat down, and turned on the computer.

Because of the cold, his fingertips were frozen white, and the chassis was hot, so he lowered his head and rubbed his fingertips.The jet-black broken hair hangs down, revealing only a pair of cold and reddish eyes.

People around cast their gazes one after another, as if they were sizing up a monster.

The youth trainee sitting behind him discussed in a low voice: "...EGT, the training team."

"Accompanying the training team, are they also considered youth trainees? How can they still come to play a scheduled match..."

"I don't know, it seems that the training team can also be promoted to the youth training camp through the fixed-stage competition... But it seems that no one has ever succeeded. Why bother."

"No wonder... I feel like I've never seen it before."

There was a brief silence in the room.

"Speaking of which—I didn't eat anything this morning."

Someone next to him changed the subject and lowered his voice to chat: "Has anyone hidden food? I'm about to faint from hunger."

There was silence, and several active team members moved, wanting to talk to each other, but none of them opened their mouths.

The person next to him replied in a voice that was like a silk, "I hid a piece of candy last time, and I had several nightmares... This is another price."

……

Xuewei put on her earphones and opened the official page of youth trainees.

This page is among the official pages of the national team. As soon as Xuewei entered, the first thing that popped up on the page was the replay of the just-concluded World Championship.

In the screen, the Chinese commentary is translated in real time, mixed with the German commentary, and the sound is a bit distorted.

"Today, he once again created an epoch-making myth. Although the team lost to the semi-finals, he is still the player with the highest personal score this year and the player with the most reversals. He is a well-deserved FMVP (Most Valuable Player). He is—— "

“[CHN (China).Pretty]!!!”

The cheers of the stadium were louder than the cheers of the fans of the championship team.

In the picture, the man takes off his earphones.

He has a pair of extremely clear and sharp eyes, as bright as cold stars.

Rebroadcast video, high-definition quality, camera shakes a bit.

Xue Wei stared at that face, startled for a few seconds.

He dragged the progress bar forward, and before looking at it for a while, he was startled by Alan's voice.

"Everyone be quiet!" Alan clearly noticed the commotion in the training room, and he cleared his throat.

"Today's assessment, there will be national team coaches and guides watching the game from the backstage. They will watch your individual and team competitions. There may be extra matches, so cheer up! Give it a try, bicycles become motorcycles, in case You are Wenshen's favorite teammate!"

The fixed-stage competition is held twice a year, and the young trainees next to each other whisper to each other: "He said the same thing last year."

"Laughing to death." Someone answered immediately, "I want to see the young trainees in person for the Wen team, why don't we wait for him to dress up as women."

The individual competition started soon, the noise in the training room finally subsided, and the atmosphere gradually became dignified.

Xuewei turned back and glanced at the video again, before closing the webpage and entering the individual competition.

Outside the arena, the head coach's room.

Several large screens are put together, above which are monitoring and fixed-stage projections.

The coaches came in one after another and sat down around the conference table.

Alan threw the snacks and drinks in his hand on the table, and the head coach next to him turned his head to look, his eyes lit up: "You bought us chocolates? That's great, I just want to eat something sweet."

"Put back the claws, the student's stuff." Alan glanced at the empty seat not far away, "Has the team flower returned yet?"

"The Wen team went running." The head coach raised his head, "Are you looking for him?"

Alan was a little resentful: "The students in the youth training want to hear the gods invigilating the exam in their dreams. I will try to summon them for them."

He moved his chair and accidentally tripped over it, "Ouch, fuck——"

"Forget the FMVP trophy."

Alan picked up a heavy pure gold trophy from the cardboard box at his feet. The moment he saw it clearly, he was so distressed that he suffocated. ?”

"If it's yours, it's worthless." The head coach said ruthlessly, "It's Pretty's, and it's priceless."

As soon as the voice fell, the door was pushed open.

Everyone immediately fell silent and stood up one after another: "Hello, Team Wen."

Wen Man said casually: "Morning."

He was wearing a very simple endorsement tracksuit.The man's skin is sexy and powerful, his shoulders are broad and his legs are long, his black hair is wet, his skin is covered with thin sweat, and the wind carries the cold and indifferent aroma of lime.

Wen Man wiped his sweat with his sports towel, and then went straight to the coach stand: "Is today's youth trainees scheduled?"

"Yes, the individual competition is over, now it's the team competition." The head coach also restrained his tone in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Here is the individual evaluation form that just ended."

"Are there any interesting youth trainees?" Wen Man lowered his eyes, his dark peach eyes swept across a row of unqualified grades, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"This year... only one full mark?"

The smile at this time was a bit cruel, and the head coach gave a "tsk", "You set the difficulty this time, how many full marks do you want?"

Exam number 207, personal determination, score 100/100, ranked first, 2 points behind No.[-].

A perfect score means that the youth trainee did not lose a single point in all technical tests.Dynamic vision, static vision, fine manipulation, and responsiveness are all top-notch.

Possibly even... world-class.

"Let me see."

Wen Man sat down on the chair very relaxedly, while logging into the game watching account, he took out a cigarette and handed it out slowly.

"I'm too lazy for you." The head coach lit a cigarette for him, and while boldly making complaints about it, he took a cigarette from his pocket frightenedly and lit it for himself.

The coach leaned over to read a page with him, and soon fell into despair.

"Don't cut my Wenshen, I'm going to vomit!"

"Ok?"

Wen Man held a cigarette between his slender fingertips, and his pitch-black and alluring peach-blossom eyes were a little loose.

An ordinary mouse is incredibly fast in his hands, and the sight of a normal person can hardly track the existence of the cursor.As we all know, whether Wen Man is playing games or replaying, his perspective, fast screen cuts, and complicated movements have been honorably listed as No. 1 on the assassination list by all professional commentators.

Getting along with him is very stressful, unspeakable pressure, everyone in the national team is afraid of him, not because he is strict, but because of his aura.

The head coach forcibly closed his page, turned his head and pressed it in front of the computer.The monitoring screen jumped out and merged with the game perspective.

They saw the only youth trainee who scored full marks.

Under surveillance, the thickly wrapped boy sat silently in a corner, unable to see his face clearly, only a pointed chin, and a thin, fair wrist.

Wen Man held the cigarette between his fingers, and moved his fingertips slightly.

Thin smoke ash condensed in mid-air.

The head coach said: "He is a training partner... This student is a bit strange."