Eating chicken starts with one step

In fact, he really didn’t do it on purpose, he really didn’t know how to teach it, Qianli was right, marksmanship is different from tactics, it depends on the feel of the hand, it’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s easy to know but hard to do, the truth makes sense, but it needs to be smooth and smooth Doing it properly requires hundreds of thousands of repetitions until the feeling is so fundamentally embedded in your nerves, settled in your bones, integrated into your consciousness, that you can react reflexively without thinking, Some people call it muscle memory, and some call it practice makes perfect. In the final analysis, it is nothing more than the same principle-study hard and practice hard.

During the three people's dawdling, a new safe zone was cleared, more than 1000 meters away from them, they didn't have time to talk about it, they drove away quickly, ran to his four-wheeled car for no reason, and ran to his car for thousands of miles. Bounce, Wugui ran a few steps, remembered something, turned around, "No. 3."

"Ang?" Qianli responded happily as he got into the bouncing driver's seat.

"Are you still driving?" Wugui asked.

"Why don't you drive? The more cars the better." Qianli said naturally.

Of course, the more cars the better, but...

"Let's all take my car." Wu Jiu said.

"Oh." No. 2 responded without thinking.

"Why? Are you discriminating against my Bengbeng?" Qianli refused.

"I discriminated against you."

"...Break up, I don't want to talk to you anymore in this round."

Wu Jiu stared at him quietly, "Be obedient."

"..."

"Ok?"

Get out of the car in a thousand miles, "Okay, I made a mistake, big brother, and I will listen to you."

No. 2 watched the two people's various twists and turns, and stood there a little at a loss. Can he get in this car?

"Pipiqian, are you such an unprincipled man?"

"What principles are needed in the face of no team?"

"I feel that brother No. 2 is going to doubt his life."

"Is No. 2 thinking about something?"

"Am I the only one who thinks Number 2 is happy?"

No. 2 finally got into the back seat of the car with a mood that no one could guess, while Wu Jiu and Qian Li sat in the front, the car started unhurriedly, and drove to the safe zone. "Suddenly I'm thinking—" Two said.

"What?"

"Isn't live streaming very popular now? Your skills are so good, so going live will definitely become popular." No. 2 said.

"Er..." Both of them were stunned.

"Besides, your talking is quite amusing, and it should be very entertaining." No. 2 continued.

"Hahahahahaha, the identity of Pipiqian Entertainment's anchor has been found out—" The fans called it a joke. You know, the tags in Wujiu and Qianli's live broadcast room are "professional players", and they were originally positioned as technical anchors. That's true...but as time goes by, let alone blameless, Qianli has become a recognized entertainment anchor among fans.

"Cough," Qianli cleared his throat, "brother, do you usually watch the live broadcast?"

"I don't really read it, my friends watch it, I don't know any of the anchors they mentioned." No. 2 said frankly.

"Oh..." Qianli rubbed his chin, "Actually, we are also rookies, our skills are everywhere in the street, and we can be prestige in the novice game, but we will still be tortured and killed at high scores."

"Huh? Really?"

"Really." Qianli nodded seriously.

"..."

"Besides, it's difficult to live broadcast. I've done live broadcast before, and it almost became popular." Qianli said.

"Ah? Do you have many fans?"

"When the popularity is the highest," Qianli thought hard, "more than 100 living people."

"...Well, it's not bad." No. 2 tried to show a comforting tone.

"Pippiqian, you missed a ten thousand word, right?" The fans sneered.

"Looking at the 82 popularity in this live broadcast room, I don't want to talk."

"Number 2 didn't know that the person who had an awkward chat with him was a million-dollar popular anchor."

This statement is true, don't look at the current popularity of Wujiu and Qianli's live broadcast room is less than a million, that is the sequelae of their hasty transformation, and they are currently supported by the hard fans of the hard fans. In the past, when they were at their peak, their popularity But millions of them.

"Then how many times have you eaten chicken?" No. 2 asked again.

"I haven't counted it," Qianli tilted his head, "maybe 10 times?"

"Ten times, awesome," No. 10 said enviously, "You may not believe me, but I haven't eaten it once."

"Huh?" This time it was Qianli's turn to be surprised, "Damn it, is it real or not?"

However, the bullet screens in the live broadcast room of the two are all "I believe".

"Really, I haven't eaten it once. I really want to eat chicken once. Lying chicken is also good."

"Is that so?" Qianli pondered for a while, "Look at you, we will take you to eat chicken today."

When No. 2 heard this, he immediately regained his spirits, "Isn't it?"

"Must," Qianli patted Wu Jiu's shoulder beside him carelessly, "there's a boss here."

"Then I'll wait." No. 2 laughed.

The rest of this round was played normally, with Wujiu and Qianli killing people in the front, and No. 2 occasionally reported points in the back, was shot a few times, and then licked the bag, just when everyone thought they were going to take No. 2 smoothly. When No. 2 fan ate a handful of chicken, in the final round where there were still more than a dozen people left, a moderate sound swished across, and No. [-] fell to his knees.

"I fell—" Two yelled.

"Look for a place to hide, I'm here." Qianli turned around and ran towards him.The three of them were on a hilltop. They were originally guarding one direction, and they were about tens of meters away. Who would have thought that something would happen to No. 2 if they didn't pay attention.

It was the third time that No. 2 fell to the ground, his health dropped rapidly, and his vision quickly blurred. This was an abnormal state triggered after falling to the ground, which was a sign of impending death.He reluctantly turned a small half circle and looked around, "Brother, don't come here, he can still hit me, if you save me, you will be beaten."

"Which direction? I'll beat him up first." When Qianli was approaching No. 2, he immediately got down and looked behind No. 2's buttocks. Followed kneeling.

"...What the hell???" Qianli was also dumbfounded.

"Immortal?" Wu Jiu rushed over from another direction, and frowned when he saw the two kneeling on the ground.

"It's hard to say," Qianli thought for a while, but didn't come to a conclusion on the spot, "If it's not a god, then this man's gun is terribly accurate, so be careful."

"Yeah." Wu Jiu replied tacitly.

Qianli didn't say it clearly, but he had 50% doubts in his heart.

Headshots are nothing, and consecutive headshots are nothing. Such things have been done for thousands of miles. If this is the case, he must be a god, and he is not wronged at all by being reported.Qianli's suspicion has some basis. First, judging from the gunshots, the distance is at least 500 meters, which is very far away. Second, when No. 2 was attacked, Qianli judged the enemy's direction based on the gunshots, and used Shan Po perfectly concealed his tracks. He was almost certain that the other party did not know his exact location before he appeared in the opponent's field of vision. His people guessed the location of General Qianli's appearance very accurately, and hit Qianli's head in that short moment at such a long distance.

Really, this is either a god, or they have encountered a master who even thousands of miles feel terrible.

"Oh, I'm dead," No. 2 couldn't get over it and turned into a box, he sighed, "I can't eat chicken again today, maybe I have nothing to do with chicken."

"What are you talking about," Qianli said, "I said we will take you to eat chicken, and we must take you to eat chicken today. Don't worry, if you can't win this game, we will pull you down."

"Nani? Pipiqian wants grass powder???" fans couldn't help but exclaimed.

Wujiu and Qianli have never taken the initiative to bring fans during the live broadcast of eating chicken. Even if passers-by sometimes recognize them, it is a one-off thing. They have too many fans. If you take this one, you will have the first The second and third people asked, and they would not do the thing of being able to get in the car with as many gifts as they give.

Strictly speaking, this No. 2 is not a fan, but just a passerby, so they did not relapse.No one knows why Qianli came to this impulse suddenly, probably because of the recent waves of cheating incidents, this passerby is one of the few people who really appreciate their strength without doubting their cheating.

"My God, this person is so happy." Fans are envious and jealous. It is the dream of many players to meet their favorite anchors in the game and have a few words with them in person. Humans are rare.

After Wu Jiu helped Qianli up, the two were unable to turn the tide. Later, when they showed their heads and tried to confront each other with guns, they were directly shot and killed by the other party. They ended up as No.8.The two of them didn't forget to watch the replay right away, completely recreating the "super god sniper" perspective.

"Hey, hang up." Qianli said.

"Let's see through and add a lock." Wu Jiu said.

"At least see through and lock." Qianli said.

Qianli guessed it right. When he was moving behind the hillside, the other party couldn't see him, but the crosshair of the scope followed Qianli's figure extremely accurately. What is there to say?You don't even need to check the account data.

In the face of gods, not to mention great masters, even professional players will feel a deep sense of powerlessness, such as locks, which are almost unsolvable. You will not be given a chance to struggle, and you will die if you show up.This is what makes people extremely hateful about cheats, they make all high-end skills meaningless, they make hundreds or even thousands of hours of practice worthless, they make failure extremely aggrieved and resentful, and they also make victory become nothing. So empty and flashy, they make the so-called fair game a joke.