Sniper is a little milk dog

Chu Ci was bathed in Jing Muyu's waiting gaze, and his stagnant thinking began to work hard.

"I used to...wasn't I playing CS in Europe and America before?" Chu Ci frowned and tried to recall, sorting out the ins and outs, trying to explain the cause and effect of this matter clearly: "Europe and America are old-fashioned fps theaters, everyone is strong, we It is an all-China team, and I am the youngest in it. The other players have played abroad for several years, and they have not achieved much. In fact, they have no confidence. In addition, they will face retirement when they reach their age. It is hard work. After several years of fighting, there is no failure.”

"At that time, the atmosphere in the team was very sad except for me."

"Then, I don't remember when. It seems to be a certain game in 16. We stopped in the top four, and the top three were all European and American local teams. The snipers in the championship team of that game were killed after the game. Announcing his official retirement, he is the number one sniper in North America, and there are so many fans of their fans off the court, they cried together on the spot."

"Our team sat down in despair, and the oldest member of the team suddenly cried, saying that it would be great if he could be treated like this after retiring, but he has not gotten anything out until now, and he is still sick. "

"...We didn't talk, and many people's eyes were red. E-sports is really too cruel. No matter how much you put in, you are nothing."

Jing Muyu nodded, he understood.

"Later on backstage he was still crying and couldn't stop, I felt uncomfortable watching him, so I persuaded him to enter the lounge to improve the atmosphere, so I forced myself to brag to him and said, "Third brother, the number one sniper in North America is the killer" What, he retired, and the future games will be up to me, a 16-year-old sniper in the Yangtze River back wave, leading you all the way to win the fps trophy to a grand slam. He burst into laughter, I urged him to wash his face in the bathroom, As soon as I left, I turned my head and saw the killer behind me."

"I didn't expect him to understand Chinese... Anyway, he smiled at me and was very sarcastic, saying that it is wishful thinking for you Chinese to compete with Europe and the United States for the fps seat. He has retired now, and some Chinese people come to watch him on the Internet. Live broadcast, even if his operation is not as good as before at the peak, he is praised by the Chinese, and he is a god. I remember the surging anger at that time, this emotion filled my whole veins for a moment, and I heard my teeth "clack" "Cracked. But I still have to stuff this useless emotion back with my own hands, because I know he's telling the truth.

"At least it's a fact for the time being. We are indeed nothing to the old European and American teams, and we have no good results. What should I get angry? What capital do I have to be angry? Incompetent and furious, it will only increase the joke."

Chu Ci said slowly: "I still remember his words, 'Retired European and American players are gods in your China, which shows how rubbish and rubbish the current Chinese players are'."

The boy repeated word by word, his masseter muscles bulging.He took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress his anger. For the first time, Jing Muyu saw the lurking forbearance and unwillingness on that face that was always smiling and heartless: "I really want to prove myself to him, but I have no confidence. Apart from winning championships in small games, we have achieved nothing. The members of the team are generally too old, and there are also problems with management. They went abroad early, and they used to report their enthusiasm for e-sports Come, but wasted until now there is not much left, like a pool of stagnant water.

"I tried my best, but I really can't change the problems in the team. I seem to be pressed by a pair of hands in the deep sea, suffocated, unable to see the light, and I can't struggle no matter how hard I row. The senior management is all stubborn and old. If I stick to it, in a few years, not only will I not be able to slap Killer in the face, but I will retire desolately like the third child."

"At the end of 16, I had a quarrel with the head coach because of the strategic arrangement. He scolded me for not knowing good and bad. NIR is already the best all-China team in Europe and America. He said that if I am still not satisfied, I will quit the team, or Go to another low-level Internet cafe team to dawdle, or go to the European and American teams to put on the European and American flags to fight for them. I paid a breach of contract fee of [-] that night and bought a plane ticket back to China.”

"I decided to leave this deep sea where I can't float up, and find another way out."

He scratched the edge of the glass of the coffee table unconsciously with his fingers, his expression changed with the story, the anger after being ridiculed by the killer, the distress at the situation in the team, the long confusion before returning to China alone, the despair of saying "I tried my best" And exhaustion... Many uncommon expressions appeared on the young man's face one by one, and then hibernated again, like an extremely resolute and tolerant beast. When the time is right, it will find another way to break through the water and bite off the throat of the old enemy.

Jing Muyu thought, so it is. The F**k in May 2016 should have been posted after being ridiculed by the killer, and the F**k at the end of the year was posted when he was arguing with the coach.He was noncommittal, rummaged through the plastic bag, found another duck neck, and listened to Chu Ci's speech while chewing.After taking a bite, he belatedly remembered that he should comfort the distressed young man who was telling his sad past, and found that his hands were full of oil, so he had no choice but to give him a consoling look, to see if Chu Ci could comprehend it by himself.

As a qualified tree god signal receiving tower, Chu Ci caught this look at the first time.He laughed, and the haze on his face was swept away: "Brother, don't worry, even when I am most depressed, as long as I watch your video from beginning to end, it will be cured. As I said before, you are my belief , and also my light."

Jing Muyu held the neck of the duck, bit it down, and paused, thinking that when the boy in front of him in a foreign country was under pressure from all directions, the first thing he did was look for the old images of the tree on his phone.He once again clearly realized that tree is indeed the belief of this 17-year-old genius sniper.

It was rare for him to feel embarrassed, and he looked away, not looking at the young man's fiery eyes.Chu Ci didn't mind, looked at Jing Muyu's profile and continued:

"At that time, PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds just became popular. Killer put down his CS and played live broadcasts all day long. I observed the enemy's situation and watched the opponent's operations, so I spent my free time watching live broadcast research. I saw Killer and some other well-known and powerful European and American professional players live broadcast. There are so many Chinese people in the room who are using 6, I feel really uncomfortable. Later I returned to China, and I also did live broadcasts, switching from CS to PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds. PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds has a better prospect in China than CS, and I want to achieve results in PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds. Completely defeat the killer."

"Then why don't you join the team?" Jing Muyu gnawed at the duck's neck, and inserted a question: "It feels like many teams want to recruit you."

A 17-year-old genius sniper with unlimited potential. Of course, he is very popular in domestic fps. You can tell by seeing the captains of several popular teams befriending him.

"Because..." Chu Ci was stuck because of it for a long time, and he spread his hands and smiled: "I'm scared by the things about the former team, maybe, how should I say it, there is no team that makes me feel right now, I don't want to rush into the team again If you get caught by that kind of lifeless team again, breaking the contract will be a small problem, but wasting my time is a big problem, and the peak period of an e-sports player is only a few years."

He lowered his head and said shyly: "Actually, I also had a little selfishness. At that time, I only wanted to go to the WTF club. Although you retired, I could hardly find any news about you when I searched the tree, but I always felt like I was in the club you were in before. It’s a little closer to you. Unfortunately, after I inquired, I found that WTF didn’t seem to have opened a branch of PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds, and I didn’t want to join other teams, so I just delayed.”

Jing Muyu also smiled, a bit bitterly, thinking, as expected, WTF has long since fallen, and the ace lol project of his own is too busy to take care of himself, how can he have time to toss about the new game PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

"Then before I said good night to you last night, I happened to see killer's push, which was made by domestic e-sports news. The uncomfortable emotion when I was mocking, I locked myself up and queued for a day today. I also want to achieve his achievements, and I want the people of the country to be proud, but there is always no improvement at present. The existing domestic teams I can't find a suitable teammate, and I don't have a teammate who is compatible with me. Although I can make money from live streaming, it is definitely not enough to raise my own team. There are other problems, so I am very impatient..."

Jing Muyu patted Chu Ci's shoulder, but said nothing.Chu Ci's emotions were mobilized, and he still said to himself: "After I heard that you retired abroad, I didn't know your movements very well. Brother, you also switched to PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds... If, I mean if , if I start a team by myself, or if WTF opens a PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds division...will you come back?”

He turned his head to look at the industry god in his eyes, with 12 hopes in his shining eyes.

Jing Muyu avoided his gaze and said, "There is one last duck neck, do you want it?"

He couldn't help but pinch the duck's neck and stuff it into Chu Ci's hands.Chu Ci was puzzled by the duck neck, and hurriedly said, "You..."

Jing Muyu pinched the tip, slowly took off the disposable gloves covered in red oil, and said with a smile: "I'm not an fps professional, let alone I'm already twenty, how come back..."

Chu Ci only read out full of perfunctory: "But you are obviously in good condition, and 20 years old is not too old! I don't believe you don't know it yourself. Most professional fps in China may not have your level. Jiang Wenyin doesn't It's also from moba to fps, you..."

Jing Muyu threw the gloves into the trash can, turned his head to look at him for a while, and sighed.

"Well," he said, "two reasons, the first is, three years ago, WTF something happened."

He didn't know why he chose to tell this 17-year-old boy tonight about this dusty matter.It may be because at the moment, they have also fought for China's e-sports, but they are also frustrated.