AWM: PUBG

After Qi Zui's voice fell, he casually clicked on the live broadcast assistant. His live broadcast room has more than 800 million popularity at the moment, and the barrage is so fast that it is about to explode.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...】

【What's the situation? ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[Is this Youth the Xiao Yangshen I know?Is it is it?He entered HOG? ! ! ! ! 】

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Are you really signing people based on their appearance? 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh why does the German little brother ask such a question?Is there something I don't know? 】

[Who is Youth?Why does he like Qi Shen? 】

【Oh no, although I have only studied German for half a year, why do I feel that Qi Shen's translation just now is a bit strange? 】

[I don’t understand, but my husband speaks German very well! 】

[Hahahahaha Qizui, you old rascal, do you really think that no one understands you?See you on the forum hahahahaha. 】

【What happened to Qi Shen today ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he's teasing me! ! ! 】

[Those who understood said they were going crazy, my Qi, did you drift away or my Dezhuan couldn't hold a knife anymore? 】

There are so many people watching the live broadcast, there will always be someone who can speak German, not to mention that Qi Zui has screen recordings for every live broadcast, even if everyone doesn't know what's going on now, they will know afterward through a translator.

Qi Zui has been brought to the rhythm all year round, so he doesn't care, as long as Yu Yang doesn't understand it now, it's fine.

Yu Yang really didn't understand, he couldn't even tell whether the foreigner spoke English or German.

In the training room on the first floor, Yu Yang's fingertips felt cold, and his chest was pounding non-stop.

In the game interface, Youth looked like a rookie who just played the game, exposed on the window, motionless.

What can he say?

To be honest, will Qi Zui ask in the next sentence: Are you a cheap addict, and you still want to use a routine to let me continue to take care of you in HOG?

"You don't have to force yourself to play this with me."

These were the last words Qi Zui said to him a year ago.

After Qi Zui left, Yu Yang worked hard to recover the phone data and found Qi Zui's contact information.

He also tried to contact Qi Zui, but the news fell to nothing.

It took more than half a year for Yu Yang to realize that it was useless to contact Qi Zui, he couldn't explain clearly what happened last time.

Yu Yang clenched his teeth, if he told a lie now...

In the training room on the third floor, Qi Zui turned off the bullet screen prompts and switched back to the game interface... The little lama next to Yu Yang's game id never lights up.

In the live broadcast room, the screen was full of bullet screens, but there was no sound in the game interface.

In the game, the safe zone has begun to shrink, and the German brother seems to feel that the atmosphere is a bit wrong. He tentatively asked: "Wohingehenwir" (Where are we going?)

Qi Zui was stunned for a moment, then pulled back to the keyboard: "My German is not so good, I probably didn't translate it right, what he said was..."

"like."

On the game interface, the small speaker behind HOG-Youth flashed.

In the training room on the first floor, Yu Yang's eyes were red. He lowered his head and threw a few extra accessories, put on the double scope, opened the scope gun and looked out the window, waiting for Qi Zui's cynicism.

Coming to HOG youth training, Yu Yang has already made preparations.

He's heard people say that Qi Zui's voice is on the PUBG team, and when he enters HOG, he's already ready to be punished by Qi Zui.

He was not afraid of Qi Zui bullying him.

Yu Yang's lips trembled slightly, he stuck his neck, and repeated in a deep voice: "I like it."

After speaking, he turned his face sideways, and quickly rubbed his face on his shoulder.

【My mother ah ah ah ah ah ah...】

[Hahahahahaha I'm going, this is the first time I've heard Youth's voice, I like the voice of this little wolf dog! 】

【What's going on? ! 】

[HOG had an internal dinner today?Are you all drunk? 】

[Calm down, who doesn't like God Qi when playing PUBG?What are you excited about? 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!Does anyone know that Qi Zui once coached Youth? 】

In the training room on the third floor, the corners of Qi Zui's mouth slowly picked up little by little.

Qi Zui coughed, raised his hand to support the headset, turned on the map and marked a red dot, and unconsciously smiled a little in his tone: "Dort, dasroteZeichen." (This, the red marked area.)

The German brother agreed, and another teammate who hadn't turned on the mic found a car to pick up the three of them, and the four of them got into the car to run drugs, and drove all the way to the safe zone marked by Qi Zui before distributing equipment.

Qi Zui naturally took a big sniper, Qi Zui's predicted position was excellent, and the second circle was still brushed here, a few people didn't need to run away from the poison, they continued to squat in the room, four people, one in one direction, stuck in the poison Waiting to receive the courier.

Qi Zui stayed on the second floor, he turned on the mirror for a while, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Youth standing behind him.

Yu Yang's game character hesitated for a while, then walked slowly to Qi Zui's side, and placed a medical box at Qi Zui's feet.

The medical kit, the only medicine in the game that can restore the character's blood volume to [-]% at one time, is a relatively rare consumable.

A year ago, Yu Yang did the same thing, giving himself the ice cream that the organizer gave him every day.

Qi Zui actually doesn't like ice cream much, and Haagen-Dazs is not a rare thing for him.

But he knew that Yu Yang liked it.

Yu Yang thought it was good, so he would keep it for himself.

Qi Zui let out a sigh of relief, and turned on the microphone: "You don't want it?"

Yu Yang didn't know that Qi Zui was on the live broadcast, he seemed afraid that the two passers-by teammates would hear him, so he quickly said in a low voice, "You use it."

After finishing speaking, Yu Yang put down two more bottles of painkillers, then quickly turned around and went downstairs, continuing to go to the direction assigned to him by the card.

Qi Zui had mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't flirt, and Yu Yang didn't turn on the mic anymore, with the two of them around, this game won't go unnoticed.

The German brother was reluctant to let go, and did not forget to say: "Sehrglücklich, Siezutreffen! (I am so happy to meet you!)

Qi Zui smiled, and said sincerely before quitting the game: "China und Deutschland Freundschaft fürimmer." (China-Germany friendship lasts forever.)

Because it is a random arrangement, after exiting the game, there is only Qi Zui on the standby interface.

In the live broadcast assistant, the barrage in Qi Zui's live broadcast room frantically swiped the screen, Qi Zui didn't watch it, he stared at the game character for a while, and said calmly: "Let's end the broadcast today, everyone good night."

After all, he turned off the live broadcast and took off his earphones.

In the training room on the first floor, Yu Yang was out of his mind for a while, until his heartbeat finally returned to normal, then he hesitated again and again, opened the game, entered Qi Zui's ID, and sent a friend request.

Yu Yang waited for almost half an hour, but Qi Zui never replied.

Yu Yang rubbed his face, recalling the details of the game just now, no matter how he thinks about it, he feels that he is completely stupid. People with a slightly normal mind must feel that he is deliberately trying to show his favor.

Qi Zui didn't laugh at himself face to face, probably because a passerby recognized him.

Qi Zui is still a gentleman...not too embarrassing in front of those two passers-by.

Putting himself in his shoes, Qi Zui would be fine if he didn't punish him, but now he wished he could draw a clear line with him, probably because... he didn't bother to ridicule.

Yu Yang was upset, took off his earphones and stood up, ready to wash his face.

Yu Yang stepped out of the training room on the first floor, his footsteps stopped.

In the middle of the night, the corridor on the first floor was empty, only a few spotlights were turned on. On the other side of the corridor, a tall Qi Zui was wearing a team uniform and leaning against the wall, holding a tube of burn ointment in his hand.

Qi Zui looked at Yu Yang and said indifferently, "Does your hand hurt?"