Doggy players have no desire to survive

Zhou Zheng asked knowingly, "Then is your girlfriend interested in joining our team?"

"Not interested." Shen Yao flicked the drops of water from her hands, and squeezed sideways from Zhou Zheng's side, "She's not interested in e-sports, and she broke up with me when she heard that I dropped out of school to play professionally."

Zhou Zheng: "..."

Breaking up with yourself in just two sentences?Who is this?

All right, you can talk whatever you want, and I can listen to whatever you want.

This afternoon was destined to be peaceful.

Zhou Zheng, who returned to the training room, was honest and did nothing wrong. During the replay, he listened carefully and was comparable to a three-good student. After class, he sat quietly in his seat and practiced the gun, which made Zhao Huachao a little uncomfortable.

Chen Meiyi went upstairs specially, took Shen Yao's hand to express her gratitude, and almost sent him a pennant in recognition of his great feat of stopping Zhou Zheng from making trouble.

After the training, under Chen Meiyi's reminder, Shen Yao stayed in the training room to broadcast live solo queue, and Zhou Zheng also broadcast live upstairs.

Everyone has a computer in their own dormitory, and the equipment is not as good as the training room. It is a bit difficult to bring the game. Unless it is an entertainment game that does not care about scores, the most EG players can do is watch a movie or do a live broadcast.

Of course the live broadcast is not a serious live broadcast. For example, at the end of the month, when everyone hangs out, Su Luo will live broadcast makeup, and Yan Xiyue will live broadcast to show off her collection of chicken-eating goods and occasionally hold a lucky draw. As for Zhou Zheng...

In Chen Meiyi's words, even if Zhou Zheng sat there with his mouth shut and smiling cosplaying as the lucky cat, he could earn a few thousand gifts.

Today's Zhou Zheng was very abnormal, he was in a daze to Shen Yao in the live broadcast room.

[Why doesn't my husband talk today, blah blah, is it because my phone is stuck? 】

[National Weekly Fans mobile phones are stuck together? 】

[The God of Dogs is so powerful, how can he still card other people's phones? ? ? 】

[So this is my dad Zhou secretly watching mom's live broadcast after deliberately canceling the special effects of big members entering the scene? 】

"Ah?" Zhou Zheng's eyes twitched slightly, and when he saw this barrage, he was at a loss. He had forgotten the phrase "I'll find your mother for you" when he fooled the fans.

People are getting old and their memory is not good. It seems that they have to take a small notebook to write down excuses in the future.

Zhou Zheng twirled his fingers, and it seemed that his body temperature was still there. The young man's smooth white skin was covered with slightly thin bones. It was not as cold as his appearance, and even soft to the touch.

The skin is so soft... what about the rest?

Is it just as soft?

【Meow meow meow? 】

[Okay, I now believe that my phone is out of SIM card. 】

【Who will tell me why my husband looks like he is having an indescribable dream? 】

[Hehehe, who knows what unsuitable scenes for children are in Old Goubi's mind? 】

【Gentlemen, I declare that my husband is thinking about me. 】

【When Xie Jie wakes up upstairs, maybe he is thinking about the little baby who climbed into his bed? 】

【His little baby is me, gentlemen, don't give up your dreams, keep sleeping! 】

[Don't sleep, didn't you see the God of Dogs squatting away the backdoor contestant's live broadcast room? 】

For more than a month, the situation has been calm, and I did not expect that there are still people who insist on "going through the back door".

Zhou Zheng came back to his senses, his brain twitched, and nonsense came out of his mouth, and he climbed down the pole erected by the malicious Heizi, "Children know something, this is the mother that Dad spent 500 million to buy for you."

The barrage was full of "???", Zhou Zheng faced it calmly.

A real man must have the courage to face the storm.

Shen Yao didn't use a large account for the live broadcast, but the trumpet given to him by Zhou Zheng, whose ID is XiuOfFlower.

It is said to mean "the show of flowers".

Looking at his ID in the barrage, Shen Yao frowned, and immediately flattened it again, "It's pretty, I'll ask his English teacher tomorrow how many feet the grass is on the grave."

In fact, Zhou Zheng also provided YouKnowWho as an alternative trumpet, Captain Zhou generously said "choose whatever you want", and Shen Yao reluctantly chose "The Show of Dihua".

At least in the kill announcement, people couldn't understand what it was.

Shen Yao is very fortunate that the character ID will not be displayed above his head, otherwise he would jump through the window and jump into the Huangpu River to commit suicide.

On the distant ninth floor, Zhou Zheng smiled slightly, and replied from a distance: "The grass on the grave of the English teacher is similar to that of my Chinese teacher."

The ever-growing CP fans screamed with joy, overshadowing the speeches of Heizi and Weifans. Zhou Zheng looked at the rows of CP fans, but he didn't find it annoying, and he didn't intend to clarify.

Three minutes later, Chen Meiyi knocked on Zhou Zheng's door with a dark face.

"You surnamed Zhou, restrain yourself! Someone in our team's official blog asked me if my wife was a pimp, and someone asked me when you will disclose your relationship?! Do you all think I am a procuress?!"

Manager Chen's roar resounded through the entire floor, and passed through the microphone into Zhou Zheng's live broadcast room. Su Luo, who was putting on a mask, and Yan Xiyue, who had just stepped out of the elevator, were shocked, feeling that things were not simple.

The two make eye contact:

Is it too late to cover Captain's mouth now?

That's too late.

Let it be fate.

Otherwise, what else can we do?

So Yan Xiyue stopped at the elevator entrance, Su Luo grabbed the door frame and observed secretly.

"It's about the same." Zhou Zheng put down his hand that was blocking his ears, and plucked out his ears, "However, the chances of you pimping out love are relatively small, and it's about the same to pull out brothers and Xiang."

"Pimp" Chen Meiyi: "..."

"Brother" Su Luo: "..."

"Xiang" Yan Xiyue: "..."

The three of them sat down subconsciously, their fists itching after they were seated.

Now work hard, tie Zhou Zheng into a pig cage together, is there still time to sink into the Huangpu River to feed the fish?

"They don't necessarily believe it, it's just that we are too good to find other black spots." Zhou Zheng flicked his fingertips, "Why don't you just turn the page as a joke, isn't it more convincing than denying it with your mouth open? "

Chen Meiyi looked at him vigilantly, "Let me just ask, have you guys really had such a bad time?"

"What?" Zhou Zheng was a pure and good boy, and he instantly understood Manager Chen's meaning, "Don't be so nasty, okay? We are really pure friends."

"I don't believe it." Su Luo raised her hand quietly.

"Secondary." Yan Xiyue agreed.

Zhou Zheng was nearly a head taller than Chen Meiyi. It was a little difficult for Manager Chen to look up at people, but her aura was no worse than Zhou Zheng's, "I don't believe it either. Don't you hate other people's role-playing for you the most? Last time someone posted on Weibo Amway, you and Fang Yuan, Su Luo, Yan Xiyue and Xie Bin's CP, you've really gone back, why are you so quiet today?"

"I also want someone to explain it to me... Maybe it's because people are more tolerant when they get older." Zhou Zheng looked at Chen Meiyi's face and touched his nose, "I knew you didn't believe it... I'll go back if you believe it or not... It's live."

"Don't take the rhythm, your wife fans are already going to take over the team's Weibo!" Chen Meiyi gave a final warning, twisted Xiaoman's waist and went downstairs to continue discussing things with Zhao Huachao.

After the good show was over, Su Luo and Yan Xiyue also retreated into the room, so as not to be caught by the great devil Zhou Zheng, and they had a one-sided chat to connect with each other.

Zhou Zheng thought about it, and felt that he should give the manager some face. He quit Shen Yao's live broadcast room, and the last thing he saw was that Shen Yao did not continue the solo queue at the request of the fans, but randomly formed a four-row queue.

At the moment of skydiving, Shen Yao began to regret it.

One minute after landing, Shen Yao already had the urge to quit directly—his teammates probably played the game by mouth.

In addition to the cynical Heizi and Yun players, the barrage is more about Shen Yao.

After all, it was enough to meet one of such excellent teammates, but Shen Yao met three at once.

The best people don't have the self-consciousness of being the best. Seeing someone fighting at the door of the house, the best number one shouted "go to persuade the fight", and rushed over first, but was knocked down by the bullet; No. [-] was also knocked down; No. [-]... Shen Yao closed his eyes with the audience in the live broadcast room, unable to bear to watch any more.

Don't you have any AC numbers for your own strength? !

Shen Yao suddenly felt that the exit button was extremely attractive to him.

XiuOfFlower took the gun at the end, as if ringing the bell of mourning for his teammates in advance.

The top players pick up things faster than anyone else, and they are better at meeting opponents than anyone else.

Shen Yao's equipment is not good, a Mini14 really can't carry the whole audience, he gritted his teeth bitterly, but his teammates are too good to carry, so he can only watch them die one by one.

The person who fights is not dead yet, and the one who persuades the fight dies first from stray bullets.

The barrage laughed like crazy.

Shen Yao silently vowed in his heart that he would never arrange random groups again.

Ten minutes later, Shen Yao died under the siege of the two teams. Before he died, he put his face to his face and took three heads. Why didn't he pull them before.

Shen Yao has selective deafness.

The tormenting round was finally over, Shen Yao pretended not to hear the voice to persuade him to stay, and retreated in seconds.

He picked up the water glass to drink water, remembered Chen Meiyi's reminder, opened the barrage assistant and took a look, but he couldn't keep up with the style of these people.

[I'm new here, are you my husband's second wife? 】

[Mom, Mom, Dad said he bought you for 500 million, is that true? 】

[Spend 500 million to buy a wife to play games at home? ? ? 】

[I am convinced by this wave of operations. 】

【Who says it’s just for playing games, maybe there’s also... hehehe~】

WTF?

Shen Yao took the patience to read a few more articles, and understood the cause and effect.

"I'm sorry, let's leave for a while." Shen Yao said to the audience with a cold face, and added, watching the barrage that quickly passed by, "I'm going to try to see if I will be kicked out of the team for beating the captain."

The conference room on the seventh floor is on the only way to the elevator. It is equipped with a high-definition projection. It is most useful for replaying professional players. depend on.

"Old Zhao, tell me, how many years can Zhou Zheng fight?"

The door of the conference room was not closed tightly, and the people inside deliberately lowered their voices to speak, but with his deep hearing, it was no different from playing rock in his ear.

"Didn't he say he would fight until he was 30?"

Chen Meiyi was in a hurry, "He is talking nonsense, don't you follow the nonsense? Today, a sponsor asked me insincerely. I closed my eyes and boasted that Zhou Shen's career life is long and Hong Fuqi is a genius to fool him."

"...Can you boast something reliable?" Zhao Huachao looked at her speechlessly, "It's not enough to be a hundred years old. He can still fight for at least two or three years. You know his style of play. But no matter how long...even if Even Zhou Zheng might not be able to hold on."

So far, the highest active record in the e-sports circle is only one month higher than that of Zhou Zheng. When the domestic qualifiers of the Asian Invitational Tournament next month, Zhou Zheng will set a new record.

As for the age of 30 and up...is that still human?

"Why don't I know?" Chen Meiyi said angrily, "Today the sponsor asked me if EG could play a little bit harder and be a bit more entertaining, don't just get into a gutter..."

"I'm going to see his uncle!" Zhao Huachao got angry first, slapped the table, and said coldly, "Does he want to win the game or watch the show? Can't you just shut up as a layman? Next time he asks you directly You can go back!"

"The boss can't fire me..."

Shen Yao turned and walked towards the elevator, hesitated when passing the tea room, turned in and poured a cup of coffee.

After Zhou Zheng was approached by Chen Meiyi, he didn't watch Shen Yao's live broadcast anymore. Instead, he logged into YouKnowWho's trumpet and used the computer in his dormitory to start an entertainment bureau to mix up the duration of the live broadcast.

Zhou Zheng breathed a sigh of relief when the second round of solo queue ended.

The circle at the end was really unfriendly. They were actually sticking face to face with people on the edge, and almost didn't eat a chicken.

Zhou Zheng stretched his waist, and when he turned around, he found Shen Yao standing behind him holding a mug, his body tilted and almost fell.

The habit of forgetting to lock the door is really bad, and it is easy to scare yourself to death.

"You are very powerful just now." Shen Yao said unhurriedly, without any intention of caring for the captain who was scared by him, "I feel not much worse than Su Luo... no, more fierce than her."

Zhou Zheng flicked his wrist. For the first time, he didn't show a proud expression because of the compliment. Instead, he felt a little helpless: "I'm old, and I can't compare with you young and young."

"Listen to managers and coaches..."

You may not be able to fight for long.

Rao Shen Yao has always spoken bluntly, but the second half of the sentence was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it.

Two or three years is really too short, two or three competitions passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Zheng understood what Shen Yao hadn't finished saying, he laughed, and didn't care at all, "It's okay, PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, we are fighting for our lives - because players have a long lifespan, the average person's 26 is about the same, we can survive if we work hard." To [-]. Look at Lao Yang, he retired early because he was too tough."

Lao Yang was originally a first-line master. He was the same age as Zhou Zheng, but he retired a year earlier than him. Now he stays in the Fly team as a coach.

Professional players will decline more or less after they are 22 or 25 years old. Zhou Zheng adjusted in time when he realized that his state was about to decline, but Lao Yang had to go all the way to the dark, which eventually caused repeated hand injuries and left the game at the age of [-].

"You don't know how brave you Zhou Shen was back then..." Zhou Zheng caught a glimpse of the bullet screen out of the corner of his eye, and rolled his eyes, "Okay, whatever you like to say, the hero doesn't mention the bravery back then..."

His words were interrupted by the sudden warmth of his palm, Zhou Zheng looked at the coffee in his hand and fell into a state of misfire.

Shen Yao stuffed the mug into Zhou Zheng's hand, looked at him for a moment, and looked away unnaturally.

"That game... I watched it."

The author has something to say: Zhou Zheng: I just got one!Or the wrist!

Chen Meiyi: Oh, I believe you are a ghost if you are gay.

Zhou Zheng, wronged.

[Thanks to Xue Man Shan He and Mo Xiao Ye Luo for knowing Miss Qiu’s landmine, what ah~]