E-sports god's black powder

What the Crown team knew, the IU team naturally heard of it.

It's just that the LTG team is good at fanfare. Whether it's true this time, to be honest, remains to be seen.

So the IU team is still training from top to bottom, without taking this matter to heart at all.

Only Habitat is not in the training room, and is receiving treatment from the physical therapist at this time.

"Actually, I don't recommend you to participate in high-intensity competitions anymore." The physical therapist is a Chinese medicine professional and usually works in the hospital. When the IU team needs him, he will come quickly. Looking young and not taking good care of it?"

Habitat's hands were clean and slender, with shiny silver needles inserted into the back of the hand and the tiger's mouth.

He felt that the joints of his hands were tingling, and he couldn't help but want to shake his hands to move the joints.

But Habitat didn't change his face, from his face, no one could see the itching he was enduring.

"The only option is surgery?" Habitat asked calmly.

The physical therapist took a moxa stick and lighted it, and lightly baked it on the silver needle. He didn't lift his head when he heard that, "I really don't understand you youngsters, is the game or the hand important? I want to delay it until after the game." Surgery, but your hand can play now?"

Habitat could hear the therapist's concern as he looked down at the sparks on the moxa stick.

His eyes were gentle, but he replied unquestionably: "The game is important."

After finishing the physical therapy, Habitat walked quietly on the way back to the dormitory alone.

Now all the players in the club are training. In the corridor, you can only see the team leader hurrying past, and occasionally you can see the cleaning staff.

Habitat greeted everyone with a smile, with a polite and thoughtful attitude, which made people feel that he was gentle and friendly.

After closing the door of the dormitory, Habitat turned on the live broadcast with his mobile phone, wanting to see what the little anchor who was able to tie with him when his hand injury was not serious was doing.

What is the little anchor doing?

The little anchor is playing with the gopher.

Gu Qingyao stretched his head to the sky, looking a little listless, he didn't even watch the usual fan activities of watching bullet screens.

Although the fans in the live broadcast room wondered why Qingyao became a boring gourd, if he didn't get slapped a few times, he would feel bad all over, even chatting and spanking in the live broadcast room didn't seem to be good.

——This time Qing Yao broadcasted live for half an hour, without saying a word

——probably lost in love

——I guess it’s because of today’s transfer news from GEN that made Qing Yao’s happy voice cry out

Even though the fans deliberately posted some words to attract Qing Yao in the live broadcast room, Qing Yao's mood did seem to be in a bad mood tonight.

In the game of smashing gophers, the more you play, the faster the gophers will come out, and there is a time limit. Not only gophers appear in the holes on the ground, but also mines and clocks.

With a total countdown of 30 seconds, Qing Yao played the game for 30 minutes by virtue of her hand speed.

At this time, the speed at which the gophers appeared was almost blurred, and even the frequency of landmines began to increase, but Qing Yao was still able to accurately hit the clock in them.

Time hovered on the red line of the last second every time, but Qing Yao's hand speed remained the same, silently hitting one gopher after another.

——Qing Yao typed this with a program, right?

—maybe testing a new hanger

——Didn't we watch a 30-minute hanging game?

——reported!

This group of fans, like menstruation posts every day, will report him every time they live broadcast.

Just like this, Gu Qingyao swayed his mastery, the new clock was not dropped, and the time was instantly reset, GAME OVER.

In the live broadcast room, some fans who were not chatting and holding their breath to watch Qing Yao smash the hamster, sighed regretfully when they saw this, they have hit this level, and they died?

——I want to take a screenshot of this high score, and when I go out, I will tell others that I made it.

——The highest score in history!

——Just a little bit, maybe the points bar won’t fit

——I also want to see how the score bar will be displayed after it explodes

Even though the fans felt regretful at this moment, when they saw Qing Yao planning to start another round, they immediately turned pale with fright.

——Hey, hey, even though we want to see the score bar explode, we don’t want to watch you play for half an hour.

——Is the uncle here?

——Maybe it’s because you’ve encountered a hurdle in your life

Qing Yao didn't press the mouse on the "Start Again" button for a long time, and the fans breathed a sigh of relief.

Why didn't you click on it?

Seeing the barrage posted by fans, Qing Yao was upset!

If you are unhappy, you will threaten, "Try talking again, I will download it immediately!"

So Qing Yao's fans moved to the small group.

[Fan 1] Qingyao's energy is not right today, I think there is something wrong

[Fan 2] It's outrageous. If I didn't get out of get off work habitually to watch the broadcast, I wouldn't have realized that I wasted half an hour today!

[Fan 3] Hey, let's all calm down, after all, the anchor also has menopause!

[Fan 4] I was relieved to see that Qingyao didn't click "Let's play again", this made me sick!

[Fan 5] Is the little white rabbit there?Hurry up and find out what happened to the anchor [Little White Rabbit] It was probably affected by the news of GEN’s transfer today [Conan-style thinking.jpg]

But to say that she was affected, Qing Yao's reaction was also wrong.

After all, as a fan of the IU team, if you really hear the news of GEN's transfer, shouldn't you be as happy as in the New Year?

Then there is only one last reason left, and the little white rabbit tells the truth.

[Little White Rabbit] As a fan of the IU team, Qing Yao was slipped into kidney deficiency by the LTG team! [Funny dog ​​head.jpg]

In the live broadcast room, there was not a single message on the barrage.

Unusually clean.

It was at this time that a new account suddenly sent the most expensive gift to the live broadcast room - snail shells.

The gift special effects instantly filled the entire live broadcast screen, and a slow snail crawled from one end of the screen to the other with its shell on its back.

——Fucking hero, it’s time to tip a reward! !

——I respect you for being a man

——Qing Yao is forcing us to recall our youth, 7832156, you actually gave him a gift!

Because a reward broke the silence of the live broadcast room, the fans who were staring at Qing Yao immediately became happy again.

The trumpet 7832156 seems to be a trap, and everyone is quite satisfied to see new fans joining the big family at this time.

So Qing Yao looked at the obedient fans, left herself and ran towards the embrace of pure numbers.

——7832156, you can apply to change your nickname

——I think it’s called the boss

——Let me tell you a secret, you must have a strong heart to watch the broadcast in this live broadcast room!

——Get used to Qing Yao being a demon!

——Don't be afraid that Qing Yao will hate us!

——Qingyao didn't sign the contract, and Snail.com didn't give Qingyao a lot of gifts. It's a cheating Snail.com!

At this time, the secretary who was watching the boss's live broadcast while huddled in the live broadcast room saw these barrages, and sneered, revealing a contemptuous smile that everyone is drunk and I am alone.

Now the entire Snail.com has the shares of the bosses, and the reward money from you, after deducting the profits, will be distributed to the bosses, which is much more than any contracted anchor!

However, the secretary didn't dare to talk too much at this time. When Chunshou was still not confused, he took a rather shameful online name, called [Qingyao Niupi Chunshou Get Out].

As a result, Chun is confused now, and if he shows up with such an ID again, he will be like a brainless gangster.

When everyone was teaching pure numbers how to change their screen names, pure numbers typed on the fair after rewarding gifts.

— Play a game?

Now the fans in the live broadcast room are not calm, they feel that this little fan is too floating.

Everyone knows that Qing Yao doesn't bring fans. How many tippers who didn't watch the live broadcast are all staring at her?

It's not easy to match Qing Yao to a round, maybe you will be matched all day long, and you can't even see a single hair of Qing Yao!

This little fan just tipped a snail shell and wanted to get in the car?

No such good thing!

Sure enough, Qing Yao ignored this person, and the fans gritted their teeth when they saw this.

——A total of 10 yuan, Qing Yao came out to pick up the guests!

——The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, thinking that the snail shells I rewarded back then were all water in my brain.

So several snails slowly crawled across the screen with Baker on their backs.

Until this time, Qing Yao finally spoke slowly.

"Stop tipping, I just want to tell you guys today that I will never broadcast live games again in the future!"

Qing Yao's words were too categorical, but with Qing Yao's previous character, fans thought Qing Yao was talking big, so they ridiculed her.

——Okay, whoever plays games in the live broadcast room will automatically dress up as a woman!

——Women's clothing is fine, it seems that Qing Yao was too stimulated today

——What stimulated you?

——What do you do when you don’t play games, sing or dance?Or do you want to be a gourmet eater?

——These are all showing their faces, right?

——Damn it, I was suddenly so excited when you said that!

Pure Numbers sent out several barrages at this time, but none of them were rushed away by the dense barrage army.

In desperation, he had no choice but to reward another snail shell, and wrote the barrage he had posted many times in the gift message.

[Why don't you play games anymore? ]

The effect brought by the special effects of the gift was particularly eye-catching, Qing Yao saw it, and slowly read this line of words.

"No reason," Qing Yao replied, "I just don't want to fight."

The team I like is going to lose, and my friend's invitation is rejected, it's like IU team can't go to the OPL World Championship this time because of him.

Gu Qingyao knew that this was his own illusion, as if he could win the championship as long as he went.

Intuit shameless.

But in fact, his game level may be just average.

But this lingering sense of guilt made him not want to play RHT games for a short time.

Especially the screams of the hostages on the loading page were particularly horrific, when he listened to them, he felt like a thief...

Thinking of this, Qing Yao seemed to convince herself, and confirmed again, "No more games!"

The fans in the live broadcast room gradually realized that what Qing Yao said was true, but...

What the hell!

Qing Yao stopped playing games?Shocking news!

——I just said that something is wrong with Qing Yao today!

——Everyone, don’t worry, there are always thirty days a month, and I don’t want to go to work

——At the beginning, I paid attention to you because of your good skills. If you don’t play the game, you will cancel it!

——Suddenly there is a desolate feeling that the show is about to end

— tears

- a little uncomfortable

"I want to go to a place without RHT..." Qing Yao said.

——Hey, where there is no RHT, there are only desert islands that have not been developed by humans, right?

——Holy shit, you are still upstairs, you don’t even have a signal on the deserted island, right?

——Satellite global communication is possible

——The tariffs are crazy

Qing Yao looked at the word "desert island" that was frequently skipped in the bullet screen, tilted her head, hooked the corner of her mouth, and laughed.

"Is it a desert island?"