I don't work overtime as a professional.

Chapter 5 Against 996
At the 3rd minute of the game, Wu Gui, the blue jungler, controls the current version of the T1 jungler, the blind monk.

Quite leisurely brushing the number one ADC in the jungle: Big Toad.

From time to time, he glanced at the small map, looking relaxed and comfortable, with everything under control.

The skin of Fist of Cake is extremely shocking, and every punch and kick gives Wu Gui a sense of joy.

And although he played very relaxed from the beginning of the game to the present, it led to some mistakes in the early wild.

As a result, his blood volume has reached half blood, but he is not worried about his situation at all.

Wu Gui knows his teammates very well, and the strengths of the other positions on both sides are similar.

Hmm...except for the ridiculously handsome trial player on the opposite side.

He... is also the reason why Wu Gui played so relaxedly.

Wu Gui didn't have any enmity with him, and he didn't even know him before today, but after seeing a person he absolutely couldn't beat in terms of appearance.

Wu Gui subconsciously felt that he would always be much better than him in the game he was best at, right?

As for why?
If he looks so good-looking and plays the game so well, he will probably be famous long ago, so he will wait until now.

So Wu Gui felt that his abuse of food this time was almost a sure thing.

Thinking of the happy place, Wu Gui whistled leisurely.

But at the next moment, at a place that Wu Gui hadn't expected at all, a sinister laughter suddenly came from his earphones.

Immediately afterwards, an evil figure wearing a flamboyant hat and holding two daggers quietly appeared behind the jungler blind monk.

"Damn it, why is he here? Didn't you see him at all under the cloth?"

Wu Gui was so frightened that he yelled, almost threw the mouse out, and his whole body shook violently, which shocked Lao Liu beside him.

Wu Gui's screen turned gray after he struggled for a while.

In the game screen, the demon clown who turned back wild monsters and people together has already walked away at the pace of disapproval.

Wu Gui stared blankly at the corpse of the blind monk with a red turban on his eyes in the computer. He didn't recover from the shock for a long time.

And this seems to be just the beginning.

In less than 30 seconds, the middle road began to wail.

"Fuck, what's the matter with him, I obviously planted real eyes in the grass, why didn't I see him coming?"

Wu Gui's eyelids twitched. He had been paying attention to the map just now, but he didn't see how the clown passed.

"This man, his way is a bit wild."

Wu Gui wanted to calm himself down, but found that his heartbeat was clearly audible.

……

Old Liu played the top laner this time, when he saw on the small map, the clown was grabbing the middle lane and rushing to the bottom lane.

So he quickly seized this opportunity and went up to consume the opponent's top laner set.

This wave of blood exchange itself was very profitable, but when a second later, an evil laugh with changing tones came from his ears.

As a result of this wave of blood exchange, a small profit directly turned into a blood loss.

"Damn, didn't he go down the road? That eye position clearly saw him go down the road."

Old Liu couldn't help complaining loudly, as if he wanted to use this method to appease his beating heart.

Wu Gui next to him shook his head, a sympathy flashed in his eyes.

At first, he thought that he could easily control the rhythm in front of this rookie who had changed his position.

But the reality told him that he was completely overthinking.

Shaking his head, Wu Gui took a deep breath.

At this time, facing the clown who had already scored the first assist of two players, Wu Gui also had to be cautious.

"Pay attention to the small map and buy more real eyes."

Wu Gui opened his mouth to remind.

He is also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river now, and he can't protect himself, so he can only help his teammates in this way.

After speaking, he inserted a real eye, and then began to blush.

At the same time, he started to cut the screen, watching all directions with his eyes and ears.

However, two seconds later.

Wu Gui's screen began to shake crazily, and a touch of red kept dancing on the side of his screen.

All of these are reminding him that he is under attack!
"Fuck, what's going on?"

Wu Gui quickly switched the perspective back, and a clown was vigorously waving the dagger in his hand, constantly waving it at the blind monk he was manipulating.

In the screen, the blood volume of the blind monk is also constantly decreasing.

Without further hesitation, Wu Gui flashed directly to the area of ​​the stone man and wild monsters below.

But the next moment, a clown box with endless resentment appeared!
Under the influence of the clown box, the blind monk was directly hit by the fear effect and walked towards the wall uncontrollably.

As if he knew that the blind monk would flash this way, this box was placed here in advance!
Wu Gui pressed the mouse and keyboard anxiously, trying to regain control of the blind monk.

But the devil clown with an evil smile on his face appeared from his side again.

"You have been killed by an enemy hero!"

Wu Gui stared blankly at the prompt on the screen, and it took him a while before he came back to his senses.

"Fuck him sunny boy."

……

After 15 minutes of game time, the situation on the field is already one-sided.

14: 3!

This is the head-to-head ratio at 15 minutes in this supposedly evenly matched training match.

Gong Qingwen's jungle clown is like a top assassin in the world, playing with people's hearts between applause.

For 15 minutes, he was like a ghost, always appearing at the most critical moment, giving the opponent a fatal blow.

The people on the blue side, as long as they relax their vigilance, the devil clown will appear behind them with a wicked smile.

Insert those two daggers with faint cold light into the enemy's body in the most cruel gesture.

"Fuck, what else is there to fight, my mentality is a bit broken."

"My mentality has also collapsed. The clown feels that the whole map is him. I can't see him on the map. I dare not go up and eat the knife."

"It feels really gone. Their lineup is no worse than ours. I can't even see a comeback."

Except for Lao Liu, the other three teammates couldn't help complaining, which also made Wu Gui's face blush.

There is no way, this is indeed because his rhythm was exploded, which caused the disadvantage to become bigger and bigger, and in the end he couldn't even pull back.

But...can he be blamed?
It's really not that he can't do it, it's that the clown is too scary to play, okay, elusive, and his proficiency is simply ridiculous.

As for the thought of abusing food in Wu Gui's heart before the game started, it had completely dissipated when he died for the second time.

All that remained in his heart was the ubiquitous sense of fear and palpitations, as well as a sense of frustration that he didn't want to admit.

With the complete collapse of the opponent's situation, Gong Qingwen's demon clown began to show his nature of dividing slaves.

"Brothers, brothers, calm down, kill everyone, push the tower."

"Don't, don't, don't hold back, jump over the tower, play steadily, I have a stopwatch, wait for me to enter the field, you follow, the game is over as soon as possible is the kingly way."

For a moment, in Red Fang's headset, there was only the shout of a slave who refused to work overtime.

And the other teammates couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in their hearts.

This buddy... is really an anti-996 talent.

(End of this chapter)