Sniper is a little milk dog

City X, ten o'clock in the morning.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and the room was as dark as in the evening.On the bedside table, the cell phone vibrated persistently, stopping occasionally, and then started to vibrate again. On the screen of the cell phone that lit up was a long list of unfamiliar numbers with no notes, as well as missed calls (22).

The bulging blanket on the bed finally squirmed under the persistent sound waves.One hand sticks out of the bed, the owner of the hand closed his eyes, and touched the location of the phone in his memory a few times with a face full of irritability.He dug under the pillow, patted the quilt cover, and finally found his boxy old Macintosh on the bedside table.

He obviously didn't wake up, his eyes narrowed, and he swiped the screen almost blindly to turn off the alarm clock, but the "alarm clock" made a joyful voice: "Brother! You finally answered the phone!"

The volume of the microphone was turned up too loudly, and Jing Muyu trembled in shock.He rubbed his eyes with his free hand, and finally saw the call interface on the screen clearly in his blurred vision.Most of the drowsiness had gone, he looked at the unfamiliar phone number for a while in confusion, his dull thinking failed to find the familiar feedback, and he thought about the only child certificate put together by his parents and marriage certificate, and felt that it was impossible for a phone number to fall from the sky Brother Jing.So he replied gently and distantly: "Hi, hello, who are you?"

The other end of the phone was also taken aback by his unfamiliar attitude, and there was no sound for several seconds.Jing Muyu then had a little free time, clamping the phone between his shoulders and cheeks, with two free hands to smooth back the hem of the bottom coat that was rolled up to the neck due to improper sleeping position.Just when he was about to press his temples again, that person spoke again, hesitantly after changing his previous excitement:

"Excuse me... is it tree, ah no, Mr. Jing Muyu?"

Hearing tree, Jing Muyu's eyes twitched.

This is the id he used before he retired.

But he still didn't hang up, and continued to reply gently with the good self-cultivation he had cultivated in the past three years: "It's me. No comeback, no promotion, no coach, no club, no skateboard tutorial. What else is there? ?"

As a former lol professional first-line player, he was cut off at the peak of his glory because of a serious mistake, and he retired in shame in full view.Since then, although he has changed his communication tools and social accounts all over the place, there are still too many people who have obtained his number through various channels. Some fans asked him when he will make a comeback, and some clubs are greedy for his former number. Mingtou wanted to invite him to be his coach, and there were also trolls who mocked him.In the past three years, he has mastered a set of templates for facing these basic problems with ease, and summed it up into the five no principles, just open his mouth.

The person on the other side didn't seem to be intimidated by his tough five no principles. After confirming his identity, he became more excited and raised his voice again: "I'm Lanliu, brother! Liu Haihe!"

billow...

For some reason, with this name, Nami first jumped out of Jing Muyu's eyes.The auxiliary murloc girl in lol has long breasts and thighs, but when she opened her mouth, Lan Liu roared hoarsely in the voice of the team: "I have a big! I have a big!! I can control five!!! Come on tree elder brother!!!!!"

Jing Muyu subconsciously helped the non-existent sound-proof earphones, but felt empty, so he held the phone and tugged at the corners of his mouth, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

He rubbed the space between his brows, and drove away the messy fantasy.Lan Liu was his support in the first team of the WTF team before he retired. In this game of lol, the support and adc (shooter) often go down the road together, and the support helps the adc insert wards to protect the adc's development.When he was still playing, He Lanliu could be said to be the first-class ace bottom lane combination in China, with a tacit cooperation, no one could beat him.

Thinking about it, Jing Muyu's tone became much more relaxed, no longer wearing a gentle face, and happily responded: "It's you. What's the matter, what's the matter?"

After he retired, he was almost in a state of losing contact with his old teammates.Three years after retiring, I suddenly received a call from the support team, and I was very happy.

"Brother! Knowing that you have had a hard time these past few years, I have never dared to disturb you. I am worried because I am holding back my heart! Why did you change your number and didn't tell us? I almost went to your live broadcast room to scan rockets I begged the anchor for WeChat! Hahaha, just kidding, I finally got your new phone number from my coach. This time I really have good news to tell you, so I mustered up the courage to make up my mind to bother you. !WTF was changed hands by the previous boss, and a new boss came and said he wants to revive ChinaLOL..."

The sound of the microphone was harsh, and Jing Muyu took it away a little.He listened to Lan Liu's noisy and jumpy voice just like three years ago, he didn't interrupt, and there was no expression on his face, showing no sign of being moved by the other party's passion.

And Lanliu was so passionate that he was moved to the point of choking: "The first team is going to be rebuilt. Brother Tree, come back, the adc position is still reserved for you, Xiao Ai, Ah B and the phone, everyone misses you very much The situation is different now. The new boss invests heavily in the lol theater. Unlike the previous one, he is a person who knows more about e-sports and has a lot of dreams. Although he is in his thirties this year, he also participated in AI in S2 The master section of the first district of Oonia..."

The more you say it, the more outrageous it is.Jing Muyu interrupted him simply: "Don't call me tree."

"..."

There was silence on the phone for several seconds.Jing Muyu realized that his tone might be too aggressive, so he slowed down a little, and said with a smile: "Actually, I rarely play ADC now. Do you watch the live broadcast? I sometimes do some sup strategies, saying It seems that I secretly learned from you back then, and recently I even touched a praying mantis..."

"Brother Mu!"

This time it was Lan Liu who interrupted the conversation.He was on the other end of the phone with red eyes.He really wanted to question this man with an indifferent tone, was it really worthwhile for the sharp-edged number one adc in the national server to kill tree and kill the engine, and now he uses a gold and silver trumpet to play teaching and do live broadcasts, and live a mixed life? .

The adc brother who once showed his sharpness was so crazy that he dared to slap the table before the S game and challenged the boss who hesitated to withdraw his capital, "You wait, I will go and bring back the gold cup on the stage, and then you can decide whether to continue investing in WTF ", how did it become this gentle and smooth, with all the edges and corners flattened?

Three years, the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change, but how did Tree become so fast?

He wanted to cry, he wanted to say brother, you really don't blame what happened back then, you did your best; but he couldn't say it, any sympathy and comfort would be like an insult to this man who seemed to be at the end of his hero, he I could only beg over and over again: "Brother Mu! Come back, come back, okay? I still want to give you support. Have you forgotten that we cooperated back then..."

Jing Muyu listened to the hoarse cry of the boy on the other side of the phone, and after the calculation, Lan Liu joined the team at the age of 14 as a genius boy, and he should be 17 this year, not yet an adult.

Young boys always like to think of everything in a good direction, always have fantasies in their hearts, and always feel that there is still hope.After all, Jing Muyu couldn't bear to extinguish his hopes, so since he couldn't refuse directly, he thought about it and made an excuse: "How many years is this year?"

The boy sniffed and replied blankly, "2017."

Jing Muyu then smiled and said, "Yes, in 2017 this year, I'm already twenty."

E-sports players are more youthful than the modeling industry. The peak period is usually around [-] to [-]. At Jing Muyu's age, his hand speed and consciousness have declined in an all-round way.

"..."

There was another long silence on the phone.Jing Muyu sketched in his mind how his old teammate was tongue-tied at this moment, and Lan Liu in his memory was still a round, fat face of a baby, and he didn't know what it would look like after three years.Thinking of that familiar baby face, he laughed, and at the same time calmly stated an irrefutable reason: "Besides, there is that person, no matter what I do, I am under his shadow. "

"..." Lan Liu on the other side lost his voice.

Jing Muyu waited for three seconds, and found that Lan Liu had no intention of speaking, so he continued to explain patiently: "I'm already twenty, I know my situation, my state has declined badly, my hand speed can't improve, and my reaction is slow It’s a lot, it’s really not good. It’s a good thing to rebuild the first team, I’m very happy for you. You can recruit new ADCs, there are too many good kids, and I was only sixteen when I joined the team..."

Lan Liu was holding the phone, listening to the patient and gentle consolation on the other end, which belonged to the care of a mature man under the rational balance, but no matter what, Tree's intention to refuse to return to the team was very firm.His tears fell down, and he wiped the back of his hand indiscriminately, wanting to say "but you are our WTF ADC", but in the end he cried out:

"That person will be 24 this year!"

Jing Muyu's rebuttal was quick and fatal: "Can I compare with him?"

This kind of self-knowledge has basically been engraved in his bones, with deep shadows, and he can blurt out without thinking.

There was another long silence on the phone.Jing Muyu shunned him: "Be obedient, be good, don't be angry, I'm telling the truth. It's not easy for brothers to be suppressed in the past few years. It's hard to change a good boss. Don't be self-willed and develop well. Pick a good ADC seedling and come back with a grand slam, brother please..."

"Can a good ADC seedling compare with you!"

Lan Liu hated his outsider's calm tone.He couldn't bear it anymore, roared, and hung up the phone decisively.After thinking about it, I felt puzzled, and angrily edited a text message and sent it, adding a lot of exclamation points to express the strong tone.

A look of astonishment appeared on Jing Muyu's face.He took the phone away, and sure enough, the interface displayed "The call ended at 00:10:43".

He let out the long sigh that had been pent up in his throat during the call, and was about to lock the screen, when a text message popped up suddenly, and he clicked on it:

189xxxxxx63: I never blamed you for what happened back then! ! ! ! ! ! !

Jing Muyu's finger fell on the reply input box for a long time, wanting to explain something.But he finally removed his fingertips, locked the phone screen, smiled wryly at the pitch-black screen, put the phone back under the pillow and continued to sleep.

This sleep lasted until four o'clock in the afternoon.

Maybe it was because I was woken up once in the middle, so I got an extra two hours of sleep?

Jing Muyu yawned and got up to look at the time, thinking.

After waking up, the subtle and complex emotions evoked by a phone call had disappeared. Jing Muyu unlocked the screen peacefully, saved the string of unfamiliar numbers as a note "Lanliu", and made a routine in the fan group. Li said hello, ignored the sudden message, and put the phone on the bedside table.

He got out of bed to wash up, ordered a takeaway for himself, and the broadcast started on time at seven o'clock in the evening.

Since he retired in disgrace from the S4 arena three years ago, he switched careers and signed a contract with Cheese Platform to start a live broadcast.Although he doesn't like to talk coquettishly, he usually concentrates on playing games, occasionally explaining a few words, but relying on his previous title of "National Server's No. [-] ADC", his excellent skills, and mixed pink and black , his live broadcast room is more or less popular, and he can compete with several other big anchors on the platform for the title of No. [-] Cheese.

When it was on, he adjusted the position of the camera and turned it on.

Jing Muyu's signature indifferent face appeared in front of the screens of the audience waiting for the broadcast to begin.His pupils are a little lacquered, which looks like the clear and cold texture of black glass, his eyebrows are sharp, and the corners of his mouth are usually pressed down on both sides. When he is concentrating on the interface, he doesn't smile very much, and has a kind of supercilious look. cold.

But he smiled quickly: "Good evening."

Barrages immediately swarmed in the live broadcast room.

[Good evening, Brother Mu! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[Daily Smile [1/1] Brother Mu looks so pretty when he smiles, I have no regrets for being a fan of my girlfriend]

[Coach Mu is broadcasting lol today or eating chicken]

The barrage flowed very fast, Jing Muyu glanced at it, and happened to see a not-so-harmonious one.

【Yo, the king of trees has started again】

In lol, professional players are generally given a nickname, and the suffixes of Di, Huang, and Wang are generally ironic. The title of Emperor Tree was given to him by the troll Heizi in the forum after he made a serious mistake and retired. It is known as "Emperor Tree roars, and the opponent gets five kills; Emperor Tree wins an R, and Han takes home three consecutive championships." The name is extremely ironic.

Sure enough, some impulsive fans in the barrage couldn't stand it any longer, and started sparring with him.

【It's been three years, did you mock you in front? Are you annoying me endlessly?】

[Can you let me go, he has really changed a lot in these years, I feel distressed]

[Tsk tsk tsk tree dog base camp dog fan protector 666]

[S4tree Huang's operation caused my streamer to hit the single ice bird and kill the fairy, and the next five can be washed? Emperor Tree is merciful to all beings and is equal, and it's over when you lick slaves]

[Where is the Emperor Tree who loves you? This auntie fan whose real name loves Xiao Lanliu 555's career was ruined by an R from your tree]

The small storm was covered by a new barrage after a few seconds.This kind of small war happened almost every day during the three years of live broadcast, and it was even more severe in the previous year.Jing Muyu has been able to pretend that he didn't see it from the beginning of being uncomfortable and absent-minded. His superficial skills are very stable, and he smiled nonchalantly. He moved the mouse twice on the golden icon of the League of Legends, and moved it away. Click On to PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

"Today's broadcast is eating chicken, let's go to the next wave of Asian server points."

He said in a light tone, which sounded relaxed, but his eyes still involuntarily rolled on the L of League of Legends, until the loading page with black background and white characters of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds jumped out and blocked his sight.