Which one is better at learning trash talking skills?

"An'an is here, sit down, sit down, the wonton will be ready soon." The other party saw Annian, and immediately took care of him kindly.

An Nian sat down as promised, still in a daze.

In the past, before she went to Kunming, she often ate wontons here. This chubby old man was very kind to others, and the wontons he made were delicious. She always felt warmed up when she ate wontons.

Later, when she came back one time, the stall was gone, and the old man was gone. After she inquired, she found out that the old man had left.

When the grandfather left, there was no one around him. He walked very lonely, but he had a smile on his face and looked very peaceful.

It's like he had to go out to set up a stall in order to make a living. The days were a little hard, but he always had a smile on his face.

Life is difficult, but his wontons are always sold very cheaply, so An Nian often comes here to chat with the old man.

Later, An Nian never took this road again, and never ate wonton again.

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Today, thinking about things, An Nian didn't pay attention. After many years, he walked this road again and saw that kind old grandpa again.

"What's the matter, why is it like seeing a ghost?" The grandfather looked at her and asked, and whispered, "Is this child stupid today?"

An Nian was really stupid. She didn't yell "Ghost" as soon as she saw the other party, then turned around and ran away, or fainted as soon as she rolled her eyes, she was already very strong.

Parallel space, here is a parallel space, after constantly comforting himself, An Nian was finally able to calm himself down.

She asked calmly, "Big... Big... Uncle, wonton... Are you ready?"

I really am very good.

Fat Grandpa looked at the child he had grown up with, and couldn't help but feel a little worried. What's wrong with this child, he almost bit his tongue when he said a word, and, in winter, his forehead was sweating.

The wontons are ready. Looking at these small wontons, An Nian seems to have returned to many years ago. At that time, the whole family sat around this small table. For her at that time, this was the world. The best thing ever.

Gradually, her vision became a little blurred, it must be the heat from the wonton, she said to herself.

The fat grandpa watched the tears on the girl's face and sighed silently.

"An An, the third year of high school must be very hard." In order to divert An Nian's attention, the fat grandpa picked up a topic at random, but found that An Nian raised his head all of a sudden, showing that damn expression again.

Hey, what did I say wrong?

In order to play games, the girl who dropped out of school for many years: ...

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Back home, An Nian pondered for a long time, and after imagining a girl who studied hard to get into college, she finally made up her mind that I would fulfill her wish.

An Nian is full of fighting spirit, isn't it just studying, isn't it just taking exams, so many games have been passed, how many times others thought that I would lose, but I didn't give up, and finally turned defeat into victory.

Hahaha, I'm sure it's fine.

An Nian opened the textbook with a confident smile, and then the smile froze bit by bit. What the hell is this? !

Persevere, persevere, An Nian told herself.

Hold on to the devil!I can't understand it at all!

As expected, he was not material for studying, An Nian nodded sadly, and went to play games happily.

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But why didn't I go to school for a few days, and no one came to find me?

An Nian looked at the school badge in his hand and decided to take a look.

There was a traffic jam on the road, and classes had already started when An Nian arrived, but the noise inside seemed like a vegetable market, which made An Nian a little dumbfounded.

She found an empty seat and sat down.

The students in the front were playing games, a group of girls on the left were discussing TV dramas, and a group of boys on the right were discussing Glory. Under such high decibels, her deskmate was actually sound asleep.

It is indeed my deskmate!

An Nian looked at the teacher who turned a blind eye and was still giving lectures on his own.

You are indeed my teacher!

An Nian's class is Class 19, and seeing everything in front of him, An Nian probably understood.

That is, good students and good teachers gather together and become the focus of the school's care, while those like us are directly released.

No wonder I didn't go to school for a few days, and no one came to ask.

An Nian found the papers she had done from the drawer and looked at the scores on them. An Nian said, knowing that you won't be able to pass the college entrance examination, I am relieved.

And after staying in the classroom for a long time, I didn't see anyone greeting me, and it seemed that I didn't have any friends to say goodbye to.

After An Qingnian handled the suspension of school familiarly, the whole morning passed like this.

An Nian came to the Internet cafe last night, but she was no longer the person on duty last night. The other party refused to let her, a minor, in.

There was no way, An Nian had no choice but to go home.

Just in time to watch the game video of this season, An Nian found a small notebook, wrote and drew on it, manipulated the mouse, sometimes paused, and sometimes went back to watch it again. While watching, she thought, if it was me, I would How to do.

She has analyzed a large number of game videos before, and analyzed repeatedly, so she has a certain understanding of the habits of many players, and the deeper she understands her opponents, the more conducive it is to formulate strategies.

Of course, this kind of analysis requires experience, which is of course not a problem for her.

This kind of analysis is what every team will do, but it is not something she has to do, but she is used to it, and she is used to sharing it for that person.

After analyzing a game, the small notebook was already filled with notes. An Nian was about to continue watching the next game when he suddenly realized, what are you doing?

Not only that, when the time comes every day, I subconsciously do manual exercises, and then I suddenly realize that on Saturday night, when the professional league is in progress, my body will naturally adjust to the best state...

I am no longer a professional player, but sometimes, I always forget.

The video continued to play, the two characters came and went, the fight was very exciting, and the emotions of the audience were also affected by it, excited and disappointed, they cheered, applauded, and frowned and depressed, this is the charm of glory.

An Nian couldn't see the two contestants, nor could they see their expressions, but she knew their feelings very well.They are fascinated by this stage, for the highest glory.

Boring practice, repeated sparring, seems to have no end in sight, but when they win, that sense of satisfaction, that kind of glory, is like cool spring water flowing through their bodies, washing away fatigue and reinjecting vitality And energy, the excitement and pride in their hearts, so that they can't wait to tell the world: I won.This is the charm of glory.

Glory is not a one-man game.When you fight side by side, trust your teammates wholeheartedly, and win together in the end, the touching feeling is even better.This is also the charm of glory.

Once, An Nian also felt such pure happiness. Try to win, and you will be happy if you win. It’s nothing to lose, just work hard to become stronger.

Later, Sun Zheping retired due to a hand injury. Before leaving, he pretended to caress An Nian's hair and said to her, "Help me win a championship."

Then he left without looking back.

But she knew his unwillingness, how reluctant he was to part with that stage, and how eager he was to be the champion.

So, she took his words seriously and helped you win a championship. In this way, you will feel better, right?

She worked hard together with him, but no matter how hard she tried, it was still not enough. In the fifth season, they still missed the championship.

Zhang Jiale's desire for the championship does not suppress you in the slightest.

That year, Tiny Herb won the championship, we watched from a distance, under the spotlight, they smiled happily, greeted the cheers and praises from all directions, we could only stand there, like a forgotten gray background wall .

At that time, Anian saw the same things as Sun Zheping in Zhang Jiale's eyes - unwillingness and sadness.

If the Blooming Blood Scene can be reproduced...

Everyone thought so, including An Nian.

That night, she locked the account card that had been with her for eight years and she had poured countless efforts into it into the darkness, completely sealing up countless good memories.

No one knew how hard she had put in, not even Zhang Jiale. In the end, the scene of flowers and blood reappeared, and they won.

However, An Nian only felt a sigh of relief, and no longer had the pure happiness before.

Can this kind of happiness be brought back?

"Why not try it?"

It was the mysterious voice that had startled An Nian.

Then, An Nian suddenly froze.

On the computer desk, a silver-white Honor account card lay there quietly, as if shimmering.

An Nian knew what it would be like to hold this card. Although the card had been used for eight years, it was still like new because An Nian took good care of it.

It's only been two years, but it seems like I haven't seen it for a long, long time.

An Nian solemnly reached out his hand and held it gently.

Long time no see, old friend.

Ready to get back to playing in the league again?

After all, it's really not used to playing without a game.