God Yan anchor has been sealed again

The national team is in a rest period. Alan was late watching the replay of the game last night, and slept until [-] am the next day.

He looked at the time, and suddenly remembered that he had brought a cub to the club yesterday, so he hurried to the third floor to call someone.

To his surprise, Xuewei had already left.

Wen Man's room was clean, the quilts were arranged and folded in the corner, the bathroom was also cleaned, and the unpacked snacks on the table disappeared together with the garbage bags.

The kid even took the garbage bag away.

However, he also took away the unfinished snacks, probably because he got up early and was hungry.

Alan turned on his phone and saw that Xuewei had sent him a message at seven o'clock: "Coach A, I woke up, I'll go back by myself first, thank you."

Coach A.

There seems to be no problem.

Alan typed and sent: "Have you reached EGT yet?"

Xuewei didn't reply, and Alan speculated that he was catching up on sleep.Their e-sports people work in the underworld. Although the national team has strict work and rest standards, they are slack during the holidays. Seeing Xuewei like this, it is likely that she has not slept all night.

May admit bed.

Thinking of this, Alan pushed the door out and sent a message to Wenman: "Your young trainee brought back and sent him away this morning. Everything is fine, he's a bit resigned."

Pretty: "Accept the bed?"

"Yeah, I didn't sleep well and left early. Don't blame me. It's not that I didn't see him off, but he ran away first."

Pretty: "Got it."

Alan asked him: "Have you booked your ticket yet? The All-Star Game is only a few days away. You should come back sooner."

Pretty: "Ordered."

Pretty: "You remember to send some tickets to EGT."

Alan frowned and typed in the input box: "Send it this year? Don't waste it..." Before he finished typing, he frowned and returned the cursor to delete the line.

As soon as Xuewei returned to EGT, she went directly to the room to catch up on sleep.He slept until three o'clock in the afternoon, and when he got up, Zhao Xiaoyi happened to receive a courier from the same city outside. After signing for it, he walked back and shouted, "Damn it! All the tickets for the All-Star Game! It's still a row around the seat!"

Teammate Wanshi was beside him, and he also came over to take a look: "Do we have tickets this year?"

"Last year, too." Zhao Xiaoyi calmed down a bit, "Last year, it seems... also sent us a ticket. But we didn't go."

"There's nothing to go." Ruan Shi sat on the sofa—his gaming chair was full of sundries and laundry, and there was nowhere to go, he sneered, "Go, look at those The guy who beat us all season is pretending to be an exhibition game? Isn't it embarrassing?"

"It's okay to sell it on the second-hand website, and you can earn back tens of thousands of yuan, what about Block A." Wan Shi said.

Zhao Xiaoyi wanted to say something, but fell silent.

Xuewei went over and asked for a ticket.

The tickets for the All-Star Game were printed exquisitely, and the poster C was Wen Man, with an impeccably good-looking face and a pair of jade-like peach blossom eyes.

Tickets for the All-Star Game are harder to get than tickets for the World Championship finals. Tickets on scalpers can sell for thousands of dollars. Their front-row positions basically depend on auctions, and rich women and rich men can often fetch tens of thousands.

Seeing Xuewei put the ticket in his pocket, Zhao Xiaoyi asked, "Are you going?"

Xuewei turned on the computer and nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Xiaoyi said: "Then I will go too."

Stubborn Stone said: "Why are you joining in the fun? He is not a man in the pool. The youth training will go directly to the second national team, and his worth will reach 5000 million. Can you compare with him?"

One day, people in the league began to spread a gossip. The news came from several senior club coaches—the national team offered a sky-high transfer fee of 5000 million yuan to a newcomer to the training team.

Combined with the recent appearance of the passer-by king on Whale Live, it is not difficult for everyone to guess who this person is.

Zhao Xiaoyi stopped talking.

Xue Wei glanced at them.He is not good at dealing with interpersonal relationships, and he has no intention of dealing with interpersonal relationships, so he turned on the computer.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Zhao Xiaoyi approached him: "Are you going to start a live broadcast?"

"There will be no live broadcast today." Xuewei said, "I want to practice aiming."

"Oh..." Zhao Xiaoyi looked at him thoughtfully.

In fact, Xuewei has only been practicing for a few days since she came here for a few days.

Throughout the EGT, only Xuewei is still doing daily exercises.Others are just waiting for time to retire, or thinking about finding another way to make a living.

But actually...

Zhao Xiaoyi suddenly said in a daze, "I also want to go...to...see Wenshen. I also ranked fourth in personal KDA points before. At that time, Wenshen ranked me in the game and greeted me .”

Xuewei raised her eyes and looked at him: "Then we can go together."

His expression was normal, as if he was just relieved to have found a carpool teammate, and it didn't mean anything else to him.

It's just that the stubborn stone sneered suddenly after hearing Xuewei's words.

He looked at the stubborn stone, and his teammate Dangdang on the other side - Dangdang is a boy who is even more taciturn than him, with long hair falling down, he can't even see his eyes, and he is an autistic otaku.

Xuewei said: "Take the bus, the fare is three yuan, and it takes four or 10 minutes. If you take a taxi, it takes two or 10 minutes, and each person will share two yuan. If we all go, it will save money."

He looked at the stubborn stone, and the stubborn stone looked at him, as if he wanted to see something else from his dark eyes.

But he didn't see that Xuewei's eyes were pure black, without distracting thoughts, calm and waveless.

The stubborn stone didn't speak, and went back to the room with a cold face.

Zhao Xiaoyi tidied up his position and sat down: "Let me also play a few training games. I haven't played for a long time. I'm new."

"Well, brother, don't be angry with the stubborn stone, he has a pretty good temper." Zhao Xiaoyi babbled while logging into the game, "He has resentment in his heart. He played in the secondary league for two years, and finally won the spring game last year. Playing the starting line... that is, that season, the league was reorganized, and we became a training team."

"The training team has to go out, so we have to go to the youth training to set a certain stage. But we have no coaches, no tactics, and we learn the tactics of those foreigners every day, and send them to be beaten... There is no need for any technical content. How do we fight those people in the youth training camp? It may be difficult for a genius like you to understand." Zhao Xiaoyi said.

No matter how good the knife is, in such an environment, the edges and corners will be smoothed.

Xuewei said: "It's hard to understand, but I understand."

Zhao Xiaoyi was stunned.

Xuewei stared at the training camp with a calm gaze: "I understand the feeling of being unconvinced."

Zhao Xiaoyi looked at him for a while, then looked away silently, and went to rank.

Xuewei clicked on the historical battle record and entered Wenman's small sandbox room.

It was still snowing in the sky. When he went in this time, he found that Wen Man had set him as the sub-homeowner. He could freely control the sandbox room just like Wen Man.

Xuewei picked the parameters, set up a few 1-pixel moving targets, and replaced the weapon with the Galil-AR with the most severe ballistic deviation.

He fired fifty shots.

Missed.

From the screen, he seems to be shooting into the air.

He still remembers the sight of Wen Man easily controlling the ballistic trajectory and firing three shots in a row yesterday.

Xuewei let out a long sigh of relief, adjusted the parameters again, and replaced it with a target the size of three pixels.

He fires another fifty rounds.

This time he was shot three times.

He paused the sandbox page, and then opened the largest global game forum of "fire".

He searched keywords: "Pretty", "Galil-AR", and quickly found countless posts.

[How did Pretty control AR? 】(How was Pretty able to control Galil?)

Similar posts have continued to appear throughout the year. The hit rate of "fire" is closely related to the recoil of the gun, the random offset of the ballistic, and the ballistic mechanism. The gun Galil-AR is also a new weapon released in the game a year ago. All the weapons before that are not so exaggerated. Ballistic offset.

This gun is not cost-effective in the game. It is a substitute for the bandits before they have no money to buy the AK-47. It is a secondary weapon and generally not used by anyone.

Xuewei called until ten o'clock in the evening, and went to bed on time.

On the contrary, Zhao Xiaoyi practiced later than him - he hadn't logged in to the game for a long time, and when he realized that his hands were raw, he was furious and fought his way forward a lot.

In the middle of the night, Wan Shi went downstairs to pour water, and saw him still beating: "Still sleeping?"

Zhao Xiaoyi said: "Go to sleep, our little lone wolf has already gone to bed first, fuck, let me kill the sniper on the opposite side first - his gun is too annoying."

He thought that the stubborn stone would leave after pouring the water, but he didn't expect that the stubborn stone was behind him with a water glass and watched silently.

Seeing the third round, the stubborn stone couldn't hold back and said, "You fucking copy point B, is walking from here a walk?"

Zhao Xiaoyi also came up on fire: "Knock, look, if I go directly to point B, can I still live?"

The stubborn stone couldn't help grabbing the mouse: "Give it to me, and I can hit it."

Zhao Xiaoyi failed to hold the mouse, so the stubborn stone snatched it, rushed to the assault point, and won the victory.

Zhao Xiaoyi squinted his mouth: "Are you born as an assaulter? I am a free man. How can I compare with you in assaulting. You give me back the mouse."

However, the stubborn stone became more energetic: "Let me hit it again. My hands are itchy."

"If you want to call yourself, use your own number." Zhao Xiaoyi said, "You are still making trouble during the day."

"I didn't choke him." The stubborn stone said, "Sooner or later he will not be one of us."

"What if he is?" Zhao Xiaoyi stared into his eyes and said slowly, "We didn't play the scheduled race. He said it himself, the bus takes four and ten minutes, and the fare is three yuan... Then he went in by himself."

The stubborn stone didn't speak.

He stepped aside and began to collect the sundries on the gaming chair.The dusty chassis hummed into motion.

The next day, Xuewei woke up and was ready to go out to buy breakfast.

As soon as he got downstairs, he found that the stubborn stone and Dangdang were both awake, and they were playing training camp in front of the table.

He glanced at them, then looked for the keys on the coffee table, ready to go out.

"I bought sesame seed cakes and soy milk and put them on your table. It's a bit cold. I don't know if you like them." Stubborn stone said, staring at the computer screen, "Brother Dang and I ate both, Zhao Xiaoyi is making up I feel that what is left on the table belongs to the two of you."

Xuewei took a look, and sure enough, she saw a few biscuits on the other side of the tea table.

He took it and sniffed it, and it was edible.

Xuewei sat down at the table with soy milk and biscuits, and said, "Thank you."

The stubborn stone still didn't look at him: "Shall we play a training game together later?"

Xuewei said, "I only play singles."

The stubborn stone finally glanced at him: "Are you really a lone wolf? Do you think we can't cooperate with you?" But there was no aggressiveness in his words.

Xuewei said, "No."

He took a bite of sesame seed cakes: "I don't play teamwork, and I'm not very good at cooperating with others."

"Then we'll fight ourselves later," said Stubborn Stone.

"Ah."

Xuewei continued to enter the sandbox.

The visitor record in the sandbox room has been refreshed countless times by him, and each entry is his ID.

In the friend list, [CHN.Pretty] was last online 48 hours ago.

Xuewei took a sip of soy milk, and suddenly the phone ding-dong, receiving a new message.

[Micro]: "It's been a day since the broadcast, are you resting?"

Xuewei put down the soy milk, and quickly replied: "No, I'm in training camp, I want to practice my skills, so I won't broadcast live."

[Micro]: "Well, okay, got it."

Xuewei's fingertips paused, and then typed quickly: "Sorry, I forgot to ask for leave today. I will remember it later."

The other party hasn't replied yet, so he typed and sent again: "The All-Star Game will be in a few days, and you may have to ask for a few days off. Then you don't have to wait for my live broadcast."

【Micro】: "It's okay, I got it."

[Micro]: "I will also go to the All-Star Game in a few days, do you want to have a meal together?"

Xue Wei stared at the screen.

He had met with netizens before, and later became his very good friends.The north and the south are all fate.

It is also that he can catch all the red dust and fireworks in a small ward.

Xuewei typed: "Let me treat you to dinner. Thank you for always supporting my live broadcast."

【Micro】It keeps showing that it is typing. I don’t know what it is typing and what it is deleting. In the end, it only replied: "Okay, then I will contact you then."