Sniper is a little milk dog

Lin Buyu looked at the screen and raised his eyebrows, then turned to see his brother looking at him carefully.She typed back:

He was originally a substitute, but this time Baitang couldn't go because of visa issues, so he was brought up.

Brother Lin rubbed his chin and considered his tone: No wonder, it seems like I haven't heard you mention it before.

Lin Buyu felt annoyed at the thought of Tao Guang, and had no reason to vent it, so he felt baffled.She wanted to quickly expose this stubble, and said concisely: I don't want to mention it.

Brother Lin found out that this person didn't seem to hold much weight in his sister's heart, so he pondered for a moment.Lin Buyu waited for his brother's news for a while, and then saw the phone screen light up again: Hmm...Student Xiao Lin, I don't feel very good about this person.I think you'd better not use him all the time.Of course, this is just my personal opinion, and it may be biased.If you think it's good, just pretend I didn't say it, and don't have any opinions on others because of it.

Lin Buyu had been suffocated for a long time because of Tao Guang's affairs, and couldn't find a vent or an ally. He didn't expect his brother to stand on the same front with her as soon as he came up.After the ecstasy of finding her teammates, she felt curious again, why did her brother see something wrong as soon as he came up?

: How many times have I said that I have graduated, don’t keep calling me classmate

: ...Well, you also think he is not very good?How did you see it?He didn't seem to do anything to you, he sat down after saying a few words, it felt quite normal, can you tell?

: A bunch of people said he was good, I suspected that I had a problem before, so angry.

As soon as Brother Lin turned his head, he saw his younger sister's eyes suddenly became bright.He laughed in his heart: he is still a child.

Brother: I can see it.

Lin Buyu puffed up his cheeks: Brother, you are playing tricks again!

Brother: I'm not wrong, you can indeed see it, depending on your temperament.Let me put it this way, the first time I saw him, I felt different. I don’t know if you can understand me... There are impurities in his eyes, not as pure and impure as the previous two children, just that kind of Feel.I think his goals are much more than yours, and he will consider a lot more things than you. He is not like your peers. When I look at him, I feel that he has that calculating feeling.

Brother: A person’s heart can always be seen on his face.You'll understand when you grow up.

Lin Buyu thought for a while and replied: You mean he thinks about many other things besides winning the championship?

She stared at her brother, anxiously waiting for an affirmative answer.Brother Lin smiled, shook his head, typed a few words, turned off the phone and leaned back to his seat, closed his eyes and rested, not revealing any more secrets.

Lin Buyu took a look, "You think it is? That is." It was this kind of ambiguous answer again.The more she looked at the smile on the corner of her brother's mouth, the more distasteful it became. She felt very unfathomable. She was so angry that her teeth itched, and she gritted her back molars.

Whenever she talks to her brother, she always feels suppressed by her IQ, which is the most annoying.

It was already afternoon when the plane landed in Seoul.There was no training on the first day, and the players took half a day off to rest in the hotel by themselves.When entering the door to swipe the room card, Jing Muyu quietly hooked Chu Ci's finger.

The young man turned his head back with a smile, his fair face was covered with a faint golden soft light by the light in the corridor of the room, he tilted his head, and expressed doubts with his eyes: "...?"

He smiled too prettily, Jing Muyu's gaze shifted away from his face uncomfortably, and slid to the shiny zircon earring: "...Don't you have anything to say?"

"?" Chu Ci was stopped by this sudden question, thought for a while, saw Jing Muyu's empty right earlobe, and suddenly realized: "Actually, I bought a pair at that time, because I didn't split it for sale. I always carry the other One, I didn’t say anything because I was afraid that I wouldn’t get used to it.” His tired look disappeared, and he grabbed Jing Muyu’s wrist with great interest and pulled him in, rummaged through the backpack, and when he reached out again, , with another shiny zircon earring spread out in the palm of her hand.

It is a very simple style, without any patterns or decorations, only a silver setting with zircons inlaid.

What Jing Muyu actually wanted to ask was not this, but seeing how active Chu Ci was, he couldn't bear to interrupt him to say anything else.He sat in front of the desk, obediently turned his head, Chu Ci pinched the earlobe to make the hole more obvious, and pressed the silver needle into a little gap.After Jing Muyu had his ears pierced, he hadn't worn ear studs for a long time, and the piercing was about to heal. When the silver needle went through, he let out a soft "hiss".

Chu Ci immediately said: "Did you hurt brother? I'm sorry."

Jing Muyu shook his head, and added: "No." Chu Ci smiled and bent down to appreciate his works attentively. Jing Muyu turned his head slightly, and saw himself in the mirror, with black hair burying his upper half The auricle, a little earlobe below, refracts the clear light.

"It's pretty," he tried to smile, and the person in the mirror smiled too, his muscles seemed a little stiff, so he smiled again, trying to smile more naturally: "It's very bright."

Chu Ci hugged him from behind, crossed his arms around his side neck and crossed his body in front of him, pressed his chin on the top of his hair, and held him in his arms: "Go back and pick out a pair of nice rings together?"

He asked naturally, and the atmosphere was natural, and Jing Muyu could also answer him naturally: "Okay." He touched Chu Ci's chin with his forehead, and suddenly said: "That's not what I want to ask."

Chu Ci pinched his earlobe, playing with the shiny zircon, and said absently, "What is that?"

The flesh and blood slightly torn by the silver needle was squeezed by Chu Ci's warm fingers, making it itchy and painful, Jing Muyu slapped Chu Ci's hand away: "Have you read the list of the twenty participating teams? "

"Looked."

"Have you read the starting list?"

"Huh? I saw it."

"You don't know that Killer is back?"

Chu Ci suppressed his smile.

The number one sniper in North America has retired from CSGO and is preparing to make a comeback in the PUBG professional arena, of course he knows.If there are no accidents, this Korean Invitational Tournament is the first show of the retired veteran PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. There is a lot of publicity on the Internet. Chu Ci Twitter has been following his movements. The first time I saw the picture of the Korean ticket he posted on Twitter .

The number of messages is increasing rapidly, the first one is: YouareGOD

Yes, he is indeed a god, and Chu Ci is his background board.The young genius debuted with great vigor and vigor, but was cut off by the gods and died an unsightly death.He defeated Chu Ci, almost broke up Chu Ci's club, beat Chu Ci back to the country, and turned a promising genius into a backdrop for everyone's entertainment.

How could Chu Ci not know that he was back, of course he knew.

"I know."

Jing Muyu looked at him with a worried expression.

Under his gaze, Chu Ci slowly opened the corners of his mouth and smiled.Dark and deep flames burned silently in his eyes, his hand resting on the back of the chair was clenched tightly, and the veins stretched out from the back of his white hand.

For a moment, Jing Muyu was overwhelmed by the stubborn and vicious will he displayed.Different from the sunny side on his face, looking at the bright side, it seems that there is a bottomless darkness buried underneath, all of which are accumulated in the deepest place year after year, brewing into the most determined will to revenge.

"Of course I know. During the five months and 23 days when I was defeated, I was always reviewing how to turn the round, how to adjust the angle and position, I read his marksmanship and judgment, and I studied his habits and moves. Direction. I know his dpi is 400. I calculated that the highest frequency packing point of his bandit is A. The police often go to TRUCK, CUBBY, QUAD, and the position of jumping cigarettes at the beginning of the game. The opportunity was shot in seconds, but the back flash was not delivered in time. Later, I practiced for a month to grasp the back flash reaction. I used my whole body, mind and spirit to study and ponder him. As a result, five months and 23 days later, he announced his retirement .You know what that means to me, not only that five months and 23 days of hard work was wasted, but also that I will never be able to wash away the shame of that battle, never get him out of God After being spotted on the altar, professional players after retirement live in people's nostalgia and impressions, and will only be beautified to become taller and taller."

Chu Ci took a deep breath.

"Now that he's back, that's good." He bit his words and said slowly: "He's back. That means I'm lucky. My time has come. Now that he's back, I'll hit him back again. "

"This time it wasn't him who sent me back to China, it was me who sent him out of the game."

He clenched his fists, grinned the corners of his mouth, and smiled wildly, without any shadow, fear, and depression that a loser should have.

Jing Muyu looked at Chu Ci in the mirror, and then looked up at his real face.He felt that this young man was very, very strange for a moment, not the strangeness of a stranger, but the usual appearance, and suddenly one day there was something fresh and dignified.

His gaze stayed on Chu Ci's face, and slid over the eyelashes, nose bridge, lips one by one... Finally, he stayed on the chin, without looking at Chu Ci's eyes.

"I am not the same person as you," Jing Muyu said softly after a long time, "I will be afraid."

He envied Chu Ci, envied the tenacity that could not be defeated, and envied the courage to make a comeback with nothing.After five years, when he dreamed back to S4, or every minute, every second, when that person, the face of the big devil Joy suddenly ran out of memory, his palms were still cold, and the cold seemed to come from his limbs. It seeped out; even in midsummer, his hands would still tremble uncontrollably.

A cannon that can't be repaired, an incarnation of wind that can't be recovered.A vengeful spear whose revenge failed, a shattered dream.

He is neither vegetation nor stone, he is afraid, he loses.

Jing Muyu closed his eyes, his eyes were pitch black.His hands started to feel cold again, and the cold air spread from his fingertips.A warm hand reached out, and it was carefully inserted into the gap between his five fingers, wrapping it tightly.

Jing Muyu opened his eyes slightly, and looked up blankly.

"Don't be afraid," the boy put away his public expression, stared at him intently, and repeated: "Don't be afraid."

"I am here."

Jing Muyu held him back, and replied:

"it is good."