Sniper is a little milk dog

He fell into a drowsy sleep for an unknown amount of time, and when he woke up, he saw that it was already dark.The headlights in the room were not turned on, and there was a small dim lamp on the table. Chu Ci sat on his chair with his legs bent and stepped on the beam between the two chair legs. The air conditioner was on in the room, and he was wrapped in a team uniform. .

In summer, when Chu Ci went out in the morning, he didn't wear a coat at all, but Jing Muyu put the coat on the back of his chair.You don't even need to think about it, you know it was Chu Ci who put it on.

Jing Muyu leaned against the head of the bed to wake up and dozed off. Seeing such a scene in a daze, she said helplessly, "Put on my clothes again."

Chu Ci heard the words, turned his head and sniffed the collar of the team uniform on his shoulder, and suddenly realized: "Yes, it is indeed Brother Tree's."

"Don't you look at the ID on the back when you wear clothes?"

"I'm cold, it's easy." Chu Ci was not guilty and confident, pinching the sides of the jacket and wrapping it inside, sincerely expressing that he was cold.

Is it cold at the end of May?

Jing Muyu had nothing to do with him, so he got up and went to see what he was doing: "You use my laptop to watch cartoons?"

On the screen, a blue cat ran after a brown mouse.A roar of "Jerry!" came faintly from the earphones.

Chu Ci continued to look at his cat and mouse with relish: "The game is exhausting, I'll watch something easy to decompress."

Jing Muyu stood behind him speechless for a while, and said: "Sure enough, he is underage."

"Hey, don't look down on me, Seventeen," Chu Ci said with one heart and two minds, "I've watched you fight for several years... Well, I've thought about any posture, you are my first teacher, Looking at your face, I can teach myself without a teacher, apply what I have learned, draw inferences from one instance..."

He still wanted to continue his idiom show, but he realized that the air pressure was wrong. Just as he was about to turn around, Jing Muyu slapped the back of his computer screen, the notebook was closed, and the childlike cat and mouse were brutally interrupted.

"Hey," Chu Ci felt pain when he heard the "snap" when the screen and the keyboard came into close contact, and hurriedly said: "Take it easy, brother, this is your computer."

"I know," Jing Muyu said with a dark face, "but do you know it's my computer that still uses it to watch cartoons?"

This is not the point that obviously makes him angry. The innocent cat and mouse have been angered.Chu Ci knew what Jing Muyu was embarrassing, but forgive him for being so brave that he didn't dare to point it out at this time, so he could only apologize again and again: "Brother, I was wrong, I will... no, I dare not gone."

Chu Ci's cooperation made Jing Muyu's anger subside temporarily.Chu Ci heaved a sigh of relief feeling that there was a slight sign of warming up there.Now he has almost figured out Jing Muyu—a paper tiger, everything will be fine with a little smoothness.When he was laughing in his heart, Jing Muyu suddenly said:

"Then you go ahead and play it, I allow you to use it."

He put on a benevolent attitude and forgave Chu Ci's crime of "automating his computer privately", commanded Chu Ci condescendingly, and followed the cat and mouse with the back of his chair.Chu Ci waited for 5 minutes, while Jing Muyu still stared at the screen intently, and came to the conclusion: In fact, Tree himself also wanted to watch it.

He felt even more funny in his heart, poked Jing Muyu's arm propped on the back of the chair, and thoughtfully suggested: "Brother, I'll put the computer on the bed and watch it together while lying down."

Jing Muyu's attention was still on the plot, and he was poked two or three times before returning to his senses.As if waking up from a dream, he immediately turned around and walked away to stand by the window to play with his mobile phone without raising his head: "You can watch it, I won't."

Chu Ci sat on the bed with the computer in his arms, resting the computer on his lap.After a while, Jing Muyu came over and sat down by the bed and began to play with his mobile phone absent-mindedly; after a while, Jing Muyu put down his mobile phone and started looking at the laptop screen.

Chu Ci was sure of winning, and he smiled secretly in his heart, and turned the screen slightly towards him so that he could see it more conveniently.The two watched an episode head to head, and Chu Ci even found a bucket of potato chips in his bag, and the two shared the meal.

The room was dim, and the computer screen was clear. The two of them were leaning against each other, with one earphone on the other.

The peaceful atmosphere did not last long.

When the next episode was buffered, Chu Ci took a bite of the potato chips with a "click" and suddenly remembered something, and said, "Damn it, those trolls on the Internet say that Baitang is the back leg of the team, how can you replace that substitute?" Is it more in the way than white sugar?"

As soon as he mentioned it, the aggrieved feeling that Jing Muyu experienced in the finals came back.Because of his energy after a good night's sleep, he now recalls the feeling at that time very clearly, and it has become doubly depressed.

"I always feel that he hides supplies," Jing Muyu said, "He always asks me for bullets. He picks up guns of whatever caliber I use, and he runs out of bullets all the way."

"Yes, yes, yes, I remember," Chu Ci slapped his thigh: "I was thinking at the time, that Bibi didn't hold a big pineapple m249 with a hundred shots, how could he live like a bottomless pit, always asking people Bullets? Didn’t he tell you there was no bullets in one round? I saw that he received a lot of bullets in the future..."

"That's why I suspect him," Jing Muyu picked his nails unconsciously: "He didn't report the correct number of bullets at all."

"Don't tell the outside world," he thought for a while, and then added: "It's not easy to talk nonsense about things without evidence. The e-sports circle is chaotic. If you don't pay attention, there will be another wave of rhythm. It's not good for the players or the club." good."

"Of course I don't talk nonsense. It's hard to talk about things that have no shadow." Chu Ci changed the subject and said angrily: "But, isn't it a bit too much for him to shoot at me every time? To protect his opponent? Or are we collectively delusional?"

When he is shooting, Tao Guang, who is rushing forward, can always give him a "surprise"—just appearing in his scope when he is about to shoot, mixing with the enemy and giving him sufficient obstacles , Playing an eyesore.Fortunately, with the first lesson, he didn't immediately shoot according to his muscle reaction, but adjusted the appropriate angle again.

However, the familiar muscle response was forced to re-adapt due to human accidents that always occurred, and it was temporarily adjusted in the middle of the game. This process was very uncomfortable. Habitually hesitate to see if there is Tao Guang, and if you hesitate, the opportunity is fleeting, and many people are let go.

It's like splitting a brick with your hand. If you break it, the force will be released and your hand will be fine; if you don't break it, the force of hitting the brick will bounce back and your hand will be injured.Tao Guang artificially played the role of making the bricks stronger, allowing Chuci to bounce back all the force that Chu Ci could have broken, and he was very aggrieved.

"Let's run in a few more times." Jing Muyu was also very annoyed, but he could only bear it, and had to persuade Chuci: "In case someone misunderstood, maybe the team style is not suitable for the newcomer. Play fake matches This crime is too big, don't be in a hurry. Let's talk about it in private."

"How many more times?" Chu Ci yelled exaggeratedly, and fell on the bed with a painful expression on his face: "I don't want to fight him once. He is really going to beat me into autism, if he is acting on purpose or It doesn’t match my horoscope, so I can’t force it.”

"Come on," Jing Muyu was amused by his acting skills: "If it wasn't for Bai Tang's unexpected situation, it wouldn't be his turn. There should be very few opportunities to fight with him in the future. He is still in the second team most of the time. Not to us."

"That's right," Chu Ci yawned.After a night of sleep, his energy bar came back up, and he began to say some flirty things: "I haven't played in a few months, and the professional arena is still cool. There are back and forth, and it's boring to play passers-by. What's so good about bloody crushing?" .”

Passerby kings and professional players are two completely different concepts. Ascending to a professional game often requires more than just skill.

Jing Muyu teased him: "The live broadcast room is full of magic for you, and the audience loves to watch these."

Chuci felt a big headache: "Don't, what they call it just sounds funny, and it's over with a smile. The effect of the live broadcast, everyone is for life, and it's not easy to eat. Why don't so many anchors make a small show?" There are dozens of kills in fish roe rounds. Isn’t the international highest record more than 40 kills in one round? The positioning of entertainment anchors and professional players is different. How can this situation happen in regular professional games? After seeing four people in the professional game, the game is likely to be over. If I were still an entertainment anchor, I would certainly be happy to hear these words; but I am playing professionally now, and the audience can’t believe anything before the results come out. , One by one, it’s not good for the audience to inflate me, if I believe it, I will be inflated because of it, and I feel that I am invincible, and I am the biggest idiot.”

Jing Muyu lowered his eyes and smiled, and teased him with his words: "I am also an anchor who changed careers, so I didn't embarrass you, Cishen?"

"No, no, no, you can't say that," Chu Ci hurriedly waved his hands, "That's different bro, you're talented. People without talent can become gods in the eyes of ordinary people after practicing, but they can't become professional players. Hey, I It’s not easy to say what is talent, but sometimes you will make some instinctive actions. No one has done this before to give you experience and tips. very successful……"

He really didn't know how to describe that mysterious feeling, so he had to give specific examples: "I don't know if you have seen foreign cs players' Conferred God Battle or operations recorded in the history of e-sports. Surrounded by two people, he immediately dropped his sniper to attract the attention of the person on the left below, and at the same time turned to the right to kill the person on the right first. At that time, it seemed to the commentator that it was a dead end, and he could only choose to force 1v2 and then violently In the end, he used the method of throwing the gun to take advantage of human instinct to regain a chance of life... Hey, I can only say that he was really awesome at that moment, and his life and death for a second depended entirely on his own spiritual thinking. The operation of throwing guns came out. This operation may seem commonplace now, but that was several years ago. We now think that the routine operations are pioneered by these gods in history."

"I understand," Jing Muyu concluded: "Look more at the operations of foreign CSGO players and study hard."

Chu Ci was stunned.

God Tree's focus is still so unique, he thought.