Sniper is a little milk dog

What Lin Buyu said was right, it wasn't the replacement of the main force of the first team, the impact of leaving two second team members was actually not as great as imagined.After a short vacation, the training is still going on in an orderly manner, because the next major event of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds is coming again-this time has a different meaning from any previous game, and it is an official event, PCPI1.

Almost all the chicken eating teams in the country are making great efforts to prepare for PCPI.This is the first official PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds competition, which is equivalent to the domestic trials of League of Legends' S-series competitions. If you top the score list, you will be able to enter the global stage and compete with global elite teams.The undercurrent among the teams is turbulent, and the number of training matches has increased significantly. The closer the match time is, the busier WTF team one is - often it is less than an hour after the start of the broadcast, and it has to be rushed to the training match.

Jing Muyu planned to wait until the game was over before making up time for the live broadcast, so he slept a little longer in the morning.When he opened the door sleepily chewing mints, he saw that Chu Ci was already sitting on the stool and started the live broadcast.Chu Ci was in high spirits, the whole training room was filled with the sound of mechanical keyboards and mice, and while swinging the gun, he could take time to glance at the bullet screen and interact with the audience. Waking up ignorantly, it should have been up for a while.

"How to throw a sniper? Watch and learn..."

"Joke, there is still a gun that I can't suppress? The official design of the gun that I can't suppress has not yet been designed..."

"How do you use the red dot? Just use it four times. If you can't see it, it's your eyesight problem..."

"That's right, don't fucking ask, how many times have I told you that Tree and I are couple earrings...Fart, what kind of collision with our respective girlfriends, it's me and his...Are you guys with bad memories or stupid? batch?"

He said the truth in such a joking manner, which of course had the opposite effect, and no one believed it at all.Chu Ci made some jokes again, 98k fired the last shot to end the game, and turned around to see that the seat next to him was already occupied.

Jing Muyu is waiting for a match.He originally thought that he woke up early enough after nine o'clock, but every time he found that Chu Ci came earlier than him.Seeing that Chu Ci finished the game and took off one earphone to talk to him, Jing Muyu frowned and said, "I didn't sleep until after three o'clock last night, are you sleepy?"

"It's okay," Chu Ci rubbed his eyebrows, leaned back on the chair, and said with a smile, "Good morning, brother."

"What time did you wake up?"

"It's past seven, I can't fall asleep, I woke up anyway, I don't remember."

Jing Muyu knew that since he lost the last round, he also had a lot of energy in his heart.But Jing Muyu didn't agree with this kind of military training method. He thought about it, and persuaded him tactfully: "Keep in good shape and perform well. Don't overdraw."

"Don't worry bro, I know it myself," Chu Ci found himself in the queue, shifted his gaze back to the screen, and hurriedly said: "I can't fall asleep anyway, so why don't you get up and take the time to line up alone to find the feeling, and wait for the captain. When they get up, they're going to play scrims again."

"There was no training match at ten o'clock last night. How long have you been queuing by yourself? In the end, you even started an hour of custom practice."

Chu Ci couldn't help laughing: "Brother, didn't you also row when I was in the solo row? Didn't you hit a few times? Don't laugh at the fifty steps." The game character waited for the countdown in the training square, and he himself leaned on the back of the chair Leaning on, he rubbed his hand that was a little cramped from the last round of shaking the mouse: "I'm fine, really, I'm full of energy, why don't you come to my room tonight and let's practice pressing the gun?"

He successfully blocked Jing Muyu's mouth, Jing Muyu "..." for a while, silently looked away, and stopped talking.He hinted a little obviously, the barrage was full within a second or two? ? ?With all kinds of booing, Jing Muyu was wearing noise-canceling headphones and could still hear the interaction between Chu Ci and the barrage next to him:

"You guys think too much, I'm underage, ouch, my thoughts are really dirty..."

"It's literally shooting guns. For us professional players, we move the host back to the room to practice shooting guns at night... Is it important to sleep together at night?"

"What, don't visit his studio, he's very shy..."

Jing Muyu couldn't bear it anymore, cut out of the game interface and turned the volume bar to the maximum, covering up the sound next to him.He landed on the U-shaped building and turned around a few times, and saw a familiar afro wearing a familiar kilt floating outside the window.

Jing Muyu picked up the M4 in the corridor and killed it.There was other footsteps next door. He was too lazy to control it. He only had the heavily explosive head in his eyes, and he successfully stole his back in the stairwell. He didn't hesitate to order.

As soon as Chu Ci turned around, the screen turned gray. From a slowly drifting perspective, he saw a man in a black windbreaker standing on his box, stomping on it ruthlessly.

"..." Chu Ci sneered, "I was wrong brother."

Jing Muyu ignored him, quit the game on his own, and followed Chuci to the next row.In the morning, there were not many people queuing up for the high division, and they both started queuing at the same time, so they kept crashing.After five or six hits, Jing Muyu chased and killed Chu Ci as soon as he found him, he didn't care at all about exposing his position, anyway, he retreated after killing Chu Ci.

In the last blow, Chu Ci had already run away from the crowd and jumped to the farm, but Jing Muyu stared at his screen and jumped to the farm too.Chuci didn't pull the umbrella properly, and the supplies in the house didn't clean up the gun, so he landed with bare hands, and Jing Muyu pinched the pistol to block him in the corner of the fence.

He turned on the mic of a nearby person to try to communicate: "Brother, brother, I was wrong, brother, shake me."

Jing Muyu stood outside the fence separated by a wall, holding a gun, did not speak, and had a very cold attitude.

Chu Ci squatted and huddled in the corner of the fence to prevent being hit: "Brother, I was really wrong, let me out, I really have no game experience at all."

"..."

"Brother, brother, the training match is coming soon, shake me, love me again, I won't dare in the future."

Jing Muyu jumped over the wall and shot him several times.

This unexpected incident was too programmatic, and the barrage was full of hahaha.

[The child with weak governance broke his leg again, it was true and made the big fire laugh out loud]

[Are you gay all the time, do you think you look like an iron burger, if you can't beat others, you still have to go up?Killing you is not like killing a pig]

[Cute and shy little tree sauce?He is a killer without emotion. You are a weak ruler. I hope you will recognize your IQ.]

Chu Ci cheekily continued to interact: "This is love, people like you who have never been in love will not understand. Do you know why he can accurately judge where I jump? Do you know why he can kill me so easily? This is all love, I tell you, because he understands my habits, how do you say that, a person's greatest weakness is often the closer the people around him know the clearer..."

Before he finished speaking, the leg of his gaming chair was kicked, his whole body was shocked, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Chu Ci sneaked a glance at Tree God who was expressionless and turned to him, not daring to continue flirting.However, Jing Muyu temporarily stopped chasing after killing the last time on the farm, and instead of quitting the game in seconds to queue with him, he continued to play his own game, letting Chu Ci go.

However, the two of them didn't queue solo for long, and soon after eleven o'clock, Lin Buyu and Bai Tang also came to the training room one after another, entering the room on time for the training match.After the training match, analyst Song Yu stayed to write data on the small blackboard, and the others dismissed and went to the dining room for dinner.

Eating is the only relatively relaxing time in the hard training from opening eyes to closing eyes.While Jing Muyu was grilling the rice, he felt empty, and there seemed to be a stretched string in his mind that was slowly unwinding. After eating, the blood rushed from his stomach to his brain, and he unconsciously dozed off little by little while sitting on the seat.When his head was about to hit the edge of the table, Chu Ci used his palm to cover it quickly.

"Go back to your room and lie down for a while if you're sleepy, brother."

After the training match, Jing Muyu was so lazy that he couldn't lift his head up and shook it against Chu Ci's palm.

"I'll take a break," he squinted, half asleep, "I won't be able to wake up once I fall asleep."

Chu Ci looked at the time, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon: "That's right, I'm going to sleep at night and I won't be able to sleep until dawn." Jing Muyu had regained some energy during the short rest, raised his head and left Chu Ci's palm, and smoothly I took a piece of pineapple cake from the glass fruit plate on the table, tore open the package, and slowly gnawed a couple of mouthfuls. I found that there were scum everywhere, so I swallowed it in one gulp, and then patted the crumbs between my fingers.

Chu Ci also ate a piece with him, and both of them had the sweet and greasy taste of pineapple stuffing in their mouths.He leaned against Jing Muyu and played with his mobile phone with one hand. Jing Muyu glanced over, chewed the puff pastry, and asked vaguely: "How long has it been since (the last match)?"

"It's been more than two months," Chu Ci smiled, and locked the phone screen: "Don't look at it."

"It's okay," Jing Muyu said: "It's better, not so fragile. It's been so long for them, and they still have something to hold on to the invitational tournament."

"It's true that we didn't play well. If we lose, we will stand at attention and be beaten. It's natural to be ridiculed. The audience's memory has his stubbornness. How did RTP be ridiculed when we won? When we lost, the RTP fans who were ridiculed came to mock us. , a cycle," Chu Ci shrugged: "Just call back next time."

Jing Muyu yawned: "Gonglou was really messed up by a string of four, I admit it. It would be funny if they played 4399."

"He's acting well, so what can we do?" Chu Ci said indifferently: "He signed a contract with KW, and some time ago, during the KW live broadcast, we were angry with our team, saying that there was a problem with our contract and there were shady inside the team to prevent him from playing. It's as if I've been wronged. It's not right to be a good person, but to be a hermaphrodite."

"Strength speaks." Jing Muyu rubbed his eyes: "Go, go to training, and clean him up next time."