God Yan anchor has been sealed again

The matter was over, and there was nothing else to say, Alan looked at the time: "It's almost one o'clock in the morning, if you don't have any problems, I'll go first - if you think of any problems later, you can contact me at any time Me. I'll send you your phone number later."

Xuewei said: "Okay. Thank you coach."

His voice still didn't fluctuate, but Alan was almost moved to tears—

It's not easy!Little Lone Wolf said thanks to him!This trip was not in vain!

He came down from the third floor and returned to the meeting room on the second floor. Manager Jin gave him an OK gesture: "Wen Shen will take care of it, just wait for the contract to be entered."

"Well, I just put the child to sleep." Alan pulled out the chair and sat down, sighing wearily, "By the way, how much did Wenshen prescribe for the child?"

"5000."

"Five..." Alan twitched and almost passed out, "Where did we get so much money? No, he's crazy??"

"Wen Shen posted it himself, and his original words are—" Manager Jin gave him some voice recordings, and Wen Man's relaxed tone was heard, with a low magnetism, "How much do you think is suitable for the world champion after buying?"

Manager Jin spread his hands: "That's what he said. Anyway, he paid the money himself. He is almost obsessed with that little partner."

"I don't know if it's him or me who is crazy." Alan moved his chair.Wen Man's computer was still on, and the page stayed on the settlement page of the game with Xuewei.

Alan was about to help him exit, but suddenly remembered something, and clicked on "Save Replay".

"What are you doing?"

Alan responded perfunctorily: "I'll watch the replay and change Wenshen's mouse speed and key position back later, otherwise he can kill me."

He wants to watch the game he played with Xuewei today, that operation again.

Their final score was 16:0, and it was still a zero-block game, adding up to more than 40 minutes. Alan dragged it to about 32 minutes by memory, and saw the replay.

At that time, Xuewei was holding a USP silencer, not a sniper, and there was no preview situation.

This time he still failed to see the enemy player.

Alan downloaded this video, played it back slowly according to the number of frames, and finally found an abnormality in a certain frame.

The enemy did come out with a probe, the stay time is about 0.3 seconds, and the stay area is... three pixels.

The picture accuracy and proportion of "fire" are directly accurate to the pixel point, and hit the pixel point of the head, whether it is the edge or the center, it will be judged as a headshot kill.

Alan pulls the next few frames.

After 0.1 seconds, Xuewei has raised the muzzle of the gun; at 0.2 seconds, the muzzle is aimed at one of the pixels.

At 0.3 seconds, shoot and kill.

Alan felt like he was about to stop breathing.

The reaction speed of normal people is mostly around 0.3 seconds (300ms). In the e-sports industry, the reaction speed is very important, and most of them are in the early 0.12-0.2 (120-200ms). Only Wenman can reach below 120ms in the league Just one.

If Xuewei hadn't opened and hung up, then his reaction speed would probably be within the range of 105ms-120ms.It is almost close to the limit of human reaction speed.

The person Wen Man took a fancy to this time, if it wasn't for the fact that he was born out of the world.

Or... a rare genius in the world.

Xuewei climbed onto the bed and saw Alan send him a message: "If you can't sleep, you can play on the computer in the room."

This point is actually not yet the time for Xuewei to sleep.But it was very warm under the quilt, and he had already got down on the bed, playing with his mobile phone on the bed.

He suddenly learned that he entered the national team today, which is surprisingly good news.He thought about it, clicked on the contact list, first told Zhao Xiaoyi, and then flipped through it for a long time, and his fingertips stayed on a contact with the note "Mom".

He paused, but still didn't send it, but there was a contact next to him who was [Micro], he touched it by mistake and clicked send.

"I'm in the national team."

Xuewei long-pressed this message, and when she was about to withdraw it, the other party quickly replied.

"Congratulations! You deserve it."

【Micro】: "Already gone? How do you feel?"

The tone of the other party is very gentle.

Xuewei typed slowly: "Very good, the place is big, beautiful and clean, and my coach is also very nice."

【Micro】: "Your coach?"

Xuewei: "My coach is Alan. I had a little prejudice against him before. I didn't know what he was teaching, but after meeting the real person, I think he is pretty good."

Xuewei: "It seems that he can be a coach."

【Micro】: "Who did you want to be your coach?"

Xuewei's fingertips stopped in mid-air, and after a pause, he said, "I don't know."

【Micro】: "Where is Pretty?"

Xuewei replied more slowly this time: "Well... I haven't thought about it."

There was no reply from the other side, and the topic seemed to end there.

Xuewei turned off the phone, turned over, and stared at the ceiling in the darkness.He didn't feel sleepy, and after a while, he still turned on the light and got up.

There is a well-equipped computer on the table. Just as Xue Wei got out of bed, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a crimson game book in the bedside table, which was packed in a box. The box has been opened, so it should be used.

Alan said he could use the computer in this room.

Xuewei put the game laptop on the bed, turned on the computer, and entered it smoothly.The desktop is clean, only one game "fire".

He logged into his account, intending to go up and look at the mall skins.

Just logged in, suddenly a game reminder popped up:

【CHN.Pretty】You are being invited to join the entertainment competition, do you accept it?

The time in the lower right corner jumps to 01:30 am.

Xuewei clicked to accept, entered the entertainment map, typed and asked: "Coach Alan?"

After entering, he realized that this is not a game, but a sandbox workshop in casual mode. Players can freely build buildings, invite friends to play or play games.

Now it's just the two of them on the map.The map of the snowy day is a vast expanse of whiteness, without even houses, only a pile of moving bullseyes by the roadside.

"I've been away for half the night," the man's voice sounded, stuffed under the quilt with the game book, a little distorted, "Alan is the only one left in your eyes?"

Xue Wei remained silent.

He was lying under the quilt, with the computer tilted, and his breathing was stuffy.

He typed to explain: "I thought he was taking your account."

Wen Man didn't return, he turned around and fired a shot at the moving bull's-eye in the distance: "Come here, play with the sandbox."

【EGT.Now】: "Aren't you in a duo?"

【CHN.Pretty】: "It's too late, don't fight, it's dawn after the fight."

His voice sounded rambling and casual: "Go to bed early, kid."

Xuewei is not sleepy, he doesn't like others urging him to sleep, but he doesn't speak.

He also changed direction and began to hit the moving target in the distance.These moving targets are endless, appearing completely randomly, and the furthest ones are only pixels.

The scoreboard kept refreshing, and when Xuewei reached 300, the microphone of [CHN.Pretty] lit up again.

"320 rounds, [-] rounds were missed. Among the [-] rounds, there are [-] rounds of targets, the size of which is only one pixel, which is the minimum size of the crosshair."

Snow stopped slightly.

"I watched today's replay. Your reaction is fast, but the accuracy is not enough."

Wen Man raised his gun. It was the gun with the most ballistic deviation in "fire" - Galil AR. A small three-pixel target floated in the distance. He shot it and hit it like lightning.

The scoreboard jumped out with his score: 323.

If anyone had entered this room at this time and saw what they were doing, they would not believe their eyes.If any other professional players and coaches look at it, they will go crazy and become PTSD. It is absolutely impossible for this practice method to be real.

But it is real.

Xuewei took a deep breath under the blanket, and then exhaled slowly.The mist condensed on the computer screen, and he wiped it with his hand, it was moist and slightly cool.

"This sandbox room of mine, you have been in it before, you can directly click on the history room to enter in the future, the room password is target, if you are interested, you can come and play more in the future."

There were other visitor records in the room, so Xuewei clicked on it.

Every day, there is only Wenman in the visitor record.

The only one left is him.

Xuewei typed: "OK."

He was about to hit a few more shots, but Wen Man suddenly manipulated the sandbox and removed those targets.There was only a piece of white left between the sky and the earth, and heavy snow fell from their heads one after another.

【CHN.Pretty】: "Stop calling, come and relax."

Wen Man manipulated the character to sit down and looked up at the sky.Maybe it was because he didn't speak, and he didn't turn on the microphone anymore, just typing quietly.

Xuewei manipulated the angle of view to look up, followed him, and saw the five-color aurora at the end of the sky.

【CHN.Pretty】: "Are you still used to sleeping in the base?"

【EGT.Now】: "I'm used to it. The room is big, the bed is soft, and there is a computer to play with. The shower gel is very fragrant. The pajamas are a little too big. Coach Alan said that we can customize them together next season."

Wen Man stopped for a while.

Xuewei waited for his reply, and when she almost fell asleep, a new message popped up,

【CHN.Pretty】: "The brand of shower gel is XXX, if you like it, you can take a bottle from the cabinet."

Xuewei felt that something was wrong for a while, but he was sleepy, so he didn't realize that something was wrong for a while: "...Huh?"

【CHN.Pretty】: "I didn't take off the clothes a year ago, it will be a little big if you wear them."

Xuewei said "Huh?" again.

【CHN.Pretty】: "If you like my room, I will give it to you after you come over."

Xuewei finally realized that he didn't sleep in an empty room, but Wenman's room.

Wen Man has a very serious obsession with cleanliness, so the room was empty and spotless, and he didn't think in this direction.

His ears are red.

In the middle of the night, a man thousands of miles away smiled and raised his legs, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

The boy was wearing his clothes, with the scent of lime on his body.

The author has something to say:

Regarding the human limit reaction speed: the most widely circulated statement is that the reaction speed of the professional brother is about 100ms. This version of the statement comes from a well-known speed measurement website, which is actually a misinformation.At present, most of the literature recommends to exclude the probability of software delay and non-response time. A more scientific statement is that the limit response speed is about 105ms, and the response speed of professional brothers is in the range of 120-200. This article adopts this standard .