The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

It's not just a little research, this operation and awareness clearly show that he is proficient in all heroes.

To play a hero well, you not only need to master the hero itself, but also understand the skills, combos and playing methods of other heroes.

The man's previous modesty was still too conservative. He was skilled in operation, well aware, and his predictions were even more accurate than those of the big gaming anchors that Song Jiu watched, with almost no mistakes.

"In the mid-game, Yao is like a surveillance camera. She needs to provide her teammates with enough vision, but she needs to tell them in advance not to get too close or too far away from her."

"Before a team fight, go forward in advance, then use your skills to trick people."

The slightly hoarse voice and breath next to his ear made Song Jiu's ears turn red. He had never been so close to anyone before. He resisted the urge to avoid it and continued to concentrate on the game.

The man's big hand wrapped around his hand, and then the screen was completely operated by the man.

Song Jiu listened to the other party's analysis, kept the key points in mind, and became more and more shocked by the other party's omnipotence.

"Our teammates are using Tyrant here, so we as assistants need to keep an eye on Overlord to prevent them from switching to Dragon."

"Very good, the enemy didn't activate Overlord. Go back to occupy the field of vision and be careful of the Tyrant being snatched away."

"A good confrontation laner will definitely go around the back and make sure to keep a good view. Be careful not to be left behind."

"Searchlight should be tough as it should be. Remember to position the mage backwards. The enemy's early-game disadvantage is half due to her. With such a strong advantage and the enemy Xishi losing points at a critical moment, just go for it."

Without a doubt, he won the game and was awarded the title of gold medal support, and his teammates all gave him thumbs up.

Song Jiu let out a long sigh, and his tense body finally relaxed. An ordinary match gave people the pressure of playing ranked games. The man's meticulous analysis made his hazy consciousness a little clearer.

However, consciousness is something that cannot be raised in a short period of time.

Song Jiu silently saved the video of the game so that he could learn Yao's skills and overall awareness later.

"That's amazing, brother, are you... a professional player of King?"

A pair of peach blossom eyes looked over. The man's operation and awareness were definitely not that of a person with a little gaming talent. He was most likely a professional player or a gifted gaming genius.

In order to improve his skills, Song Jiu watched a lot of popular videos for a while, including those of big anchors and professional players. He carefully studied those tutorials and wonderful techniques.

The man's operating style just now gave him a strange yet familiar feeling, and overall it was more like that of a professional player.

Song Jiu suspected that the man was a professional player of Wangzhe, or had been one.

The operation is so professional.

He couldn't help but have this thought, so he asked.

"...no."

The man looked at Song Jiu's watery eyes and said lightly, "You're just a little talented, but you're far from a professional player." When he spoke, his expression did not fluctuate, his deep, carved facial features showed no joy or sadness, and his eyelids drooped.

The tone was also light, but Song Jiu inexplicably felt that the other party's emotions seemed to have changed, and they were some not-so-good negative emotions.

After thinking for a while, he spoke.

"Brother, you are really amazing. Whether it's your skills or your awareness, you are not inferior to those professional players at all. You are even more professional than them."

"King of Glory is a very popular competitive game right now. For someone like you who is handsome and talented in gaming, being a streamer or playing professionally is very popular."

"If you can't fully utilize your natural gaming talent, it would be a waste."

Song Jiu still remembered what Aunt Liu said. Although the man had a bad experience, if he could enter the e-sports circle, with his superb gaming talent, he was sure that within half a year, the man would become extremely popular and it would not be a problem for him to make millions in a short time.

He thought so in his mind, without noticing that he had unconsciously changed the nickname to brother.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, and he tightened his slender fingers on the wheelchair. His tone was as calm as ever: "The e-sports circle is not as easy as you think. Strength, connections and a healthy body are all essential."

His eyes fell on the silent legs in the wheelchair, and he chuckled self-deprecatingly: "With my disabled body, it's a question of how long I can live, so how can I have the extra energy to play professionally?"

Song Jiu pursed his lips and said, "Why do you underestimate yourself? Everything depends on human effort. With your excellent talent, as long as you want, nothing is impossible."

The boy's black and white eyes stared into those dark eyes without dodging or avoiding.

So firm, so firm that it seems to be able to sweep away all difficulties.

The man was dazzled by those eyes, as if he was stabbed. He avoided the gaze of the two people, and his lowered eyelids could not block the burning gaze.

If he were a few years younger and had met Song Jiu, he would have definitely nodded in agreement to such an invitation in the face of the young man's admiring gaze.

But the him who loved games back then was long gone, leaving only the coldness and numbness in the room.

The man said in silence, "The front line belongs to you young people. What kind of waves can a half-dead disabled person like me make?" He raised his head, staring at the boy with his dark eyes, "If you want, I can teach you how to control the situation for a long time."

"Really? Of course I am willing. I am so happy to be led by you. How can I refuse? What's more, you are personally guiding me."

Song Jiu was flattered, his pupils slightly dilated with joy, his eyes were clear and innocent, as adorable as a newborn kitten, he had to put them in his palm to tease a few tears out.

"A gentleman's word is as good as his bond. This is certainly true." The man nodded, his fingers moving impatiently.

Song Jiu's gaming skills are indeed not good. He is almost at the bottom of the e-sports circle. His number of fans has not increased, probably because of his poor gaming skills. Now someone is willing to teach him, which is like a ray of light in the darkness. It is too timely.

For a moment, he was so delighted that he forgot his previous thoughts. He jumped up from his seat with joy, hugged the man and thanked him repeatedly.

After hugging for a while and calming down a little, he realized his rash behavior and quickly let go to distance themselves from each other.

"Sorry, I, I was too excited, that's why, I hope you don't mind, brother."

Although the Internet atmosphere is not good and the quality of netizens is a mystery, Song Jiu feels that his fans are very cute and warm-hearted. Those die-hard fans silently support him, from zero fans to more than 100,000 fans now.

Song Jiu felt guilty for not being able to improve his gaming skills, and felt that he had failed to live up to the support and attention of his fans. He also tried to learn skills privately, watch videos, and practice his skills, but he was not talented, and he learned slowly, so he never saw any results.

Now he is in good luck and has the guidance of a big neighbor, which just solves his anxiety, so it is inevitable that he gets a little emotional.

The man sitting in the wheelchair quietly looked at the boy's beautiful eyes which were filled with tears of joy. He stretched out his hand to motion for the boy to come closer, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

"I have no relatives or brothers since I was a child. If you are willing, can you call me brother again?" The man's eyes darkened as he felt the smoothness of the boy's skin with his fingertips.

Song Jiu put his face against the man's big hand, rubbed it, blinked and called softly: "Brother."