Sniper is a little milk dog

The commentator looked at the reminder that the WTF team was eliminated, and said regretfully: "The WTF round is over. However," he changed the subject: "The RTP that has been sluggish before, this game showed us a hand in the three-way melee. The brilliant operation of how to break out of the siege, regained the courage to break through the siege, and regained confidence! Next..."

And the RTP fans who had been suppressed in the barrage before began to stink:

[I am an RTP fan, why are the WTF brothers who mocked RTP before silent? 】

【Your father is still your father】

[Laughing to death, zero kill and reverse eating chicken?As far as this performance is concerned, this kind of cowardly team only dares to smoke and dare not rush. Even if it is a top-notch j8 team, it is worthy of being compared with your P father? 】

[Is it worth bragging to rely on the destiny circle to eat chicken?I think WTF is just drifting, this game is true]

[Fans, don’t output against the wind, okay, you WTF have already drank water off the court]

The barrage is mocking, and the atmosphere in the WTF team is not good.

The game ends early, and there is still a long time before the next game, so the interval between breaks is relatively long.

Even if you don't read the comments, the four members of WTF know how well they played in this round.Compared with their outstanding performances in the previous round, they played this round very uselessly. There was a problem with the selection of the point, and the wrong direction was shifted. At the beginning of the game, they were chased and ran around. Wherever they went, they were followed by guns. sound, and were finally wiped out on the bridge together by the regiment.

Zero kills out.

Compared with the previous game, it was tragic.

Lin Buyu didn't say a word, took off the earphones, pushed away the chair, got up and left.Following her thumping footsteps, the door slammed heavily, leaving the three of them staring at each other.

Jing Muyu slowly took off the earphones, and gently rubbed the whitened auricles with his fingertips.He blinked his dry eyes, turned his gaze to the slammed door, and slowly turned back to the computer screen.

He held the earphone in one hand, spread his palm, and stared at the black earphone for a while.At that moment, his eyes were blurred, as if many pictures flashed past; he blinked again and thought carefully, and it was blank again.

The tall and thin man sat quietly on the gaming chair, his broken hair grew long on his forehead and fell down, his eyelashes also drooped down, and he was holding an earphone that had not been hung back.

He just kept looking at the earphone like that, with no expression on his face, as if he was the same as usual.He was sitting, time was passing, and he hadn't spoken for a long time, didn't move, like a silent statue.

Because of communication problems within the team, what he was most worried about still happened.

He has never been a person who can speak well, and even normal communication sometimes finds it difficult.Not to mention that he is with the first team of WTF PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds who have only been working together for two or three months. Even when he was in the old team of LOL, he was not pushed to the extreme and rarely talked. What he will do next often depends on Teammates guess for themselves.

Due to his personality, he has always been lonely, he will do what he wants to do directly, he will do it as he thinks is good, even if he wants to be good to others, he will always do it in his own way.As long as he is good at communicating, he will not retire, nor will he have so many misunderstandings with Jiang Wenyin, Lan Liu, etc.

After meeting Chuci, his problem seems to be getting better. Under the guidance of Chuci intentionally or unintentionally, he is willing to say a few more words, and sometimes actively interacts; , He changed back to doing his own thing again, his actions were faster than his mouth, and it was only after the fight that he remembered that he needed to tell the team.

As a person, with this style of play, he relies too much on the cooperation and tacit understanding of his teammates and himself.Not to mention the tragic performance of this round, just take the last round as an example. If Chu Ci hadn’t made details on the balcony and inside the house in advance, he would first shoot out the thunderbolt outside to block the PK’s view of the outside of the house, and then do it in the second round. Walking up and down to attract the three people in the PK room to gather at the stairway, Jing Muyu Nabo recklessly went around by himself, perhaps it would not have achieved such a good result.

He himself knows that this is not good, and he has learned enough lessons, but he just can't change it.It is often that this time I think about changing it, and I will do it directly next time.If the operation is successful, of course there is no problem; if the operation fails, or fails at a critical moment, then his own communication problems will be exposed.

EZ was narrowly defeated in S3, the Spear of Revenge was defeated in S4, and it is now zero kill and eliminated.

After so many years of ups and downs in the professional arena, he has been criticized a lot, and he has been blown up a lot. Of course, Jing Muyu understands his own strengths and weaknesses better than anyone: his upper limit is high, and his lower limit is also frighteningly low.How he will play next is more determined by instinct rather than after thinking about what his teammates will do. This has resulted in a lot of highlight moments and blind B operations with only a thin line between them, all on his own bet.

His style is too solitary, maybe it is very entertaining in the live broadcast world, maybe he can kill the Quartet when there is no communication between the two sides in the high-scoring passers-by, but it is definitely not suitable for the professional arena.

He has been reluctant to accept Chuci's invitation to come back for a long time, and he also has considerations about his own character flaws.

It now appears that he was right to be worried; all these years, his problems have not changed; no, there is no sign of any change.

Jing Muyu looked at the black sound-proof earphone in his hand.Competition headphones not only mean glory, but also the responsibility of the same weight.But now, after three years, he seems...still unable to shoulder this responsibility.

He inhaled slowly, and then exhaled slowly, feeling endless sea waves all over his body, slowly surging up from the soles of his feet until he was submerged.

He felt suffocated.

A hand came over and snatched away the earphones in his hand.

At the same time that his hands felt empty, Jing Muyu's heart was suddenly empty.The gripped earphone was like a cork, and after being pulled out, all the anxiety gushed out, filling all his emotional regions.Jing Muyu looked up blankly, almost eager to get the earphones back, and reached out to grab it, but only caught the other hand.

With something solid in his hand, he calmed down again and stopped moving.

Chu Ci, who was grabbed by him, looked down at him, and without moving his left hand, he switched the earphones from his left hand to his right hand, and hung Jing Muyu's sound-proof earphones back on the hook with his right hand.Then he sat down, put his legs on the floor and pulled the chair closer to Jing Muyu.

The boy raised the hand that was caught, held it with his free hand, and wrapped Jing Muyu's hand that grabbed him with both hands.Jing Muyu's hands were held in the palms of both palms, his fingers curled up, and he didn't move again.

Chu Ci patiently waited for him to speak.

The young man accompanied him quietly, but his numb and cold hands were wrapped by two warm hands, and the warmth was transmitted continuously. Jing Muyu quietly raised his eyes to look at him, but happened to meet Chu Ci's eyes .

Chu Ci has been looking at him, looking at his face.The boy is 17 years old this year, but he has already begun to have the lines of an adult male, mixed with his youthful sense, and has a very delicate and handsome appearance.His eyes are usually big and bright, and they always have a lively smile. At this time, he looked down at Jing Muyu intently, but a strange calm settled down, and he held Jing Muyu's hand together. Together, convey a reliable temperament.

It is completely different from the frivolous image of the past, and it is hardly the same person.

"I……"

Jing Muyu turned his gaze to other corners and spoke slowly.

"I... I didn't want to throw the pot away."

"I know," Chu Ci patted the back of his hand: "I know."

"I really...really, I just don't know how to say it."

"Needless to say, I know, and the captain will know too," Chu Ci tried his best to put his tone very gently: "When the captain comes back, we will explain it to her properly, and the matter will be resolved, don't worry."

He knows more about Jing Muyu than Jing Muyu thinks.He knows how difficult it is to pry Jing Muyu's mouth open, and he also knows that talking less is a problem he has had since his debut. He also knows that Jing Muyu himself has a strong sense of responsibility. Once he makes a mistake, his mentality is easy to collapse. He is doing his best to cooperate with Jing Muyu, trying not to let his communication problems be exposed in the team.

Unexpectedly, something happened.

Of course Chu Ci would not blame Jing Muyu, but Jing Muyu could not easily forgive herself.

Chu Ci felt the fingertips in his hand convulse.The neatly manicured nails slid across his dry palm, Jing Muyu turned his gaze back to look at the boy's face, and then quickly wandered away to another place.

"I," Jing Muyu looked at the cracks in the floor, his eyes drifted between those horizontal and vertical.His voice was low and hoarse, sounded dry, and he had difficulty enunciating words: "I always do this."

He had to face his flaws very sadly, admit his flaws, admit that he was defeated by difficulties, just like three years ago.

Three years have passed and nothing has changed.

"In S3... I shouldn't have used Wei En to resist ez." He let go of Chu Ci's hand, but quickly grabbed it back again, lowered his head, and continued to self-examine: "In S4... , I shouldn’t be flashing. Most of them attack me because of my improper command, they don’t know... I actually have more problems, and there are many details, and I should be scolded.”

Chuci could not laugh or cry.Others are able to throw the blame as far as possible, but he still thinks that he doesn't have enough blame on him, and he is not strong enough to resist the pressure.

He felt funny and sad again.The man with an indifferent expression in front of him, who once occupied the altar, is sometimes so cute and heart-wrenchingly stupid.

"I... for the second one, I shouldn't lock the mouse in seconds, and I shouldn't start a group when the CD is flashing," the failures caused by the slightest mistakes were played back frame by frame like a slide show, Jing Muyu closed his eyes, I think the incandescent light is very dazzling: "I shouldn't have twisted the most deadly charm of the fox... I should go left. In the third game of S3, I shouldn't have ignored the signals of my teammates and forced to exchange blood with ez... The early rhythm was straight I sent a wave, and then it was snowballed by the management. S4, I still made the same mistake, I shouldn’t have flashed when the bloody prince was deducted... I shouldn’t be standing in the dragon pit when I’m in a group, and I shouldn’t force it After circling, it was shot down by the first focus fire."

How much unwillingness and despair are hidden in every sentence, only Jing Muyu knows.

After he said every sentence, he felt that the strength in his body was being drained little by little.

"Just now, I shouldn't..."

"Enough." Unexpectedly, Chu Ci who had been listening quietly interrupted him.

The young man looked at him with calm eyes, and his tone was persistent and determined: "There have been so many things that shouldn't have happened, but I still like you the most."