You are messing around again [e-sports]

Shen Yanming was taken aback by the question, and then immediately laughed again: "Didn't I say it, it's so troublesome to go to the tmm base, it will delay my going to Tsinghua University and Peking University...ah."

In the middle of his speech, a prompt popped up on the top of the screen, saying that his online time was not enough and he was about to shut down.

Shen Yanming didn't watch the audience laughing at him routinely in the bullet screen, but clicked on the private chat window of [Don't Mess Up], and typed "What's your big id" in the dialog box.

After typing, it has not been sent yet.

The reason why he hesitated was because he felt that there was something weird about this nanny's trumpet that he couldn't describe.

At first, he thought that the other party was his fan, so he chose this very conspicuous id to come out solo out of the crowd—yes, the funny anchor also has fans.

But after being slipped by the opponent for a whole round, Shen Yanming felt that it was against harmony again.This nanny's level must be at the professional level. The question is, how can a professional player be so idle? !Not only came to squat his live broadcast, but also registered a trumpet like this to attract his attention?

outrageous.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

But such a bold, careful and violent nanny is not common, and Shen Yanming really wanted to fight passionately with her again.

The 20-second countdown to power off began to flash, and Shen Yanming pressed the send button after hesitation.It's a pity that the screen went black before waiting for a reply.

Without even saying hello to the audience in the live broadcast room, I was forced to download it...

Shen Yanming took off his earphones, scratched his limp hair, and walked out of the cramped private room.

It was not yet dusk when he ran out, but now the sky has been soaked in ink.

Although he fell asleep in class, was punished to stand, and skipped class to go to a black Internet cafe, he knew that he was a good student and he had to rush back to study by himself in the evening.

Shen Yanming skillfully walked towards an uninhabited wall, and he climbed over the wall handsomely and neatly in one go. When he reached the campus, he heard a roar full of anger as soon as he landed.

"Which class?!"

Shen Yanming had been playing all afternoon, and at this moment, he felt tired, but when he heard this voice, he felt like he was plunged into a big bowl of coffee, sober.

He took a closer look and saw that it was the prefect of their grade.

Shen Yanming glanced left and right and understood that the prefect was catching puppies boys and girls in a hidden corner of the campus, and a classmate Shen fell from the sky, interspersed between the puppy lovers and the prefect.

Shen Yanming: "..." I was careless, I should use a flashlight to shine on the bottom before climbing over the wall.

"May I ask which class you are in?"

Shen Yanming was still carrying a lunch box, which was small octopus balls brought back from school to share with his classmates. This is a good thing that the school cafeteria does not have.

"I deliver food," he said in a desperate struggle, "Meituan takes food, it's faster to go over the wall."

……

Shen Yanming has never missed the seemingly ordinary but incomparably precious evening self-study like he does now.Although what he can do most of the time in evening study is to count how many times the clock on the wall has turned, but it is still very different from sitting in the student's office and counting the number of squares in the long plaid shirt.

Not long after, Shen Yanming's mother, Lin Qingyue, came to Shen Yanming on slender high heels, holding his ear: "In the first week of school, you climbed over the wall and went to the Internet cafe?! Are you promising? Are you an adult? You? Are you going to the Internet cafe?"

Shen Yanming wailed: "It hurts, it hurts... I will be eighteen next month, next month!"

Lin Qingyue raised her eyebrows and said angrily, "Then you won't go again next month!"

The teacher present: "..."

The prefect and the class teacher took turns telling Lin Qingyue how dangerous and bad Shen Yanming's move was, and also said that he was in the third year of high school, and the child's future might be in danger if he didn't study hard.Lin Qingyue said yes again and again, turning her head from time to time, and gave Shen Yanming a few slaps at Shen Yanming, whose eyebrows were drooping.

Going out over the wall without permission would result in suspension from class. After Shen Yanming finished writing the self-criticism and was punished, Lin Qingyue took him home after another toss.

Sitting in the car, only their mother and son were alone, Lin Qingyue didn't talk about those nonsense anymore.She sighed: "What do you think? You said you didn't like reading and we didn't force you to read it. You said you went to the youth training camp of some team, and now you don't want to go?"

Shen Yanming fiddled with the seat belt: "...not going."

"why are you not going?"

"I was just impulsive," Shen Yanming paused. He stared at his fingernails. The light in the car was not good, so he didn't know what he was looking at. "Later, I thought about it carefully. Youth training team, how many can enter the home team and have the opportunity to play games? Even if they can play, how many can enter the World Championship? Even if they really win the championship, why don’t they open an online store to sell meat muffins after retiring? ? Not interesting, I might as well sell meat muffins now."

Lin Qingyue glared at him, he shrugged his shoulders, and said: "... I don't think it's reliable to be a professional. It's better to study. Even if I go to a technical school, I can repair a car or something in the future." .”

Lin Qingyue stretched out a hand, and put the back of her hand on Shen Yanming's forehead: "Yan Yan, have you been stimulated by something?"

Shen Yanming was stunned for a moment.He was indeed stimulated. In his last life, he devoted himself to the e-sports career he loved, but in the end, everything was like fishing for moons in the water. He just fell into a dirty pool and got stinky all over. ...Even his parents received a lot of greetings from a group of inexplicable "righteous people" at that time.

He is now engaged in competitive ptsd.

He couldn't tell the real reason anyway, even if he really told him, he wouldn't believe it.

What reincarnation, Lin Qingyue heard that she would definitely send him to the mental hospital without saying a word.

In the end, Shen Yanming simply put on an impatient look: "Oh no, I'm only 3 minutes hot. Playing professionally is too hard. I practice from morning to night every day. I'm lazy and don't want to practice. It's fine."

Lin Qingyue started the car: "Since you don't want to play those games, then your teacher is right, what school can you get into with your bad grades..."

I don't know if it was too stuffy in the car, Shen Yanming felt a little breathless.But he still looked like a normal person on the face, he smiled and said rascally: "I can learn, I can learn - I have such a good brain, just learn it casually, those top students in the class will have no way to survive, okay, Don't worry about it."

Shen Yanming's determination to study is real.

He returned home, packed up and went into the room, and flipped through two textbooks.You can't miss your homework even if the class is suspended, you still have to watch it.

After reading two lines, all the characters in the book turned into buzzing bugs.

He thought to himself, learning this kind of thing does not happen overnight, before you officially devote yourself to learning, it is better to have a grand farewell ceremony for your game career - and then play the ranking.

So he closed the book, stuffed it into his schoolbag, rushed to the computer, turned it on and sat down.

When I went online, I saw the mysterious nurse I met in the afternoon replied to his words.

[Don't mess around]: My big ID is tmm_kong

If you don't want to say it, let it go.Shen Yanming rolled his eyes and started typing.

[I'm messing around again]: Got it, got it, my nightmare is going to turn against you today, come to a solo?

——As we all know, tmm's Kong and Nightmare are like a pair of partners holding a death scythe, and there is no grass in the crossing.

The nanny insisted on saying that she was Kong, and Shen Yanming also cooperated with her to cosplay Nightmare.

Shen Yanming arranged a few sets by himself, and at around eleven o'clock in the evening, the nanny finally came online again.

[Don't mess around]: ... Believe it or not, it's up to you.

[Don't mess around]: No solo, but they can line up together.

[I'm messing around again]: Wow.

[Don't mess around]: Wait a minute, I'll change my name.

[I'm messing around again]:?

[Don't mess around]: The names are so similar, I can't even tell them apart.

After a while, the other party changed his name and came back.

[My milk is not moving]: Here we come.

[I'm messing around again]: ...Wow.

[I'm messing around again]: Do you really want to be my wife? !I didn't beat you this afternoon

[My breasts can't move]: You can win if you don't hold back.

Shen Yanming wasn't very surprised when he saw this sentence. This nanny is quite high-level, so it's normal for him to pretend to be a dish on purpose.

[I can't move my breasts]: I'm exhausted?

[I'm messing around again]: Arrange.

[My breasts can’t move]: You don’t need to put it away when you’re beating later, just let it go.If you are afraid that others will recognize you, just say that you have borrowed someone else to play.

[I'm messing around again] :=. =

He said in his heart that both of them had low numbers, and the level of players they could get was about the same as that of AI, so it didn't make any difference whether they let go or not.

But Nai Fudo's proposal really moved him.Ever since Shen Yanming registered this account, he hasn't played a normal game.In the past, he had an eighth-rank account, and his ladder ranking was among the top ten among ordinary players—if he used his professional level for several years to seriously manage this account, the last top three probably wouldn’t be a big problem .

It's just that the number was sold when he came back.

Let go of the fight... let go of the abuse of vegetables sounds funny, Shen Yanming lowered his head, the corners of his mouth curled up.

[I'm messing around again]: OK~

At first Shen Yanming was worried that someone would recognize him, saying how his skills had improved by leaps and bounds, but later he realized that he was thinking too much.They lined up several times, and indeed one or two people recognized him as the funny anchor, but most of these low-level players didn't even have basic operational awareness, and they could only play blindly, let alone how to judge him by watching strategy and hand speed. And so on to judge whether a person is powerful or not.

The teammates who got in line only knew that their team had won, but they were also at a loss as to how they won.It doesn't feel too much to lose that side.For this type of players, winning or losing a competitive game is no different from boxing guessing, it is a random event.

Shen Yanming also had no scruples at all, just as Nai Fudo said, he let go of the beating.

It's really not a challenge, but it's rare for Shen Yanming to feel comfortable all over being able to surf to his heart's content.And even though it is abusing vegetables, there are differences between abuse and abuse.Shen Yanming played too comfortably these few games. To use an inappropriate metaphor, when Nai Fudo and him soloed, he was like a wolf dog staring at him, but when he was his teammate, he was like a loyal family dog.

The obstacles on his way are undoubtedly cleared away, his vision is bright and open, he doesn't need to make his own request, Naifufu can predict what he will do as if he can read his mind, and the target he wants to kill in advance Abducting to the front, controlling him so tightly that he can only let Shen Yanming stand on his face as if punished...

It is true that there are also reasons why the opponent is too good, but such a comfortable output environment is rarely enjoyed by Shen Yanming.

When he played professionally in his last life, he stayed in a team called ctg. At that time, the nanny who was bound to him was not bad, but it was too duty-bound. Basically, he followed him and cooperated with him to do some basic work.

After winning a few games in a row, Lin Qingyue entered Shen Yanming's room with a night snack. Shen Yanming was playing with headphones on, and didn't notice anyone entering the door at all.When he saw the reflection on the screen, Shen Yanming let out an "ah", both startled and terrified: "Mom, why didn't you knock when you came in?"

"I've been knocking for ten years!" Shen Yanming still couldn't compare to Lin Qingyue in terms of voice, "Why are you still playing? Didn't you just say that you will study hard in the future?"

Shen Yanming didn't stop his hands, and said guiltyly while operating: "The last one, the last one."

Lin Qingyue put the supper on the table, looked around at the posters of various games and events that Shen Yanming had pasted on the wall, and sighed silently.

"It's late, eat quickly, brush your teeth and go to bed after eating!" Lin Qingyue stood behind Shen Yanming, Shen Yanming only heard her fierce voice, but couldn't see the expression on her face.

After speaking, Lin Qingyue opened the door and went out.

At the end of this round, Shen Yanming rejected Nai Fudo's application to play him again, and sent him a private chat.

[I'm messing around again]: Stop playing, my mother cooked wontons for me.

[My milk is not moving]: OK.

The wontons were still very hot, Shen Yanming picked up one and blew on it, picked up the phone that was thrown aside with the other hand, and took a picture of the historical record on the computer screen.

A whole row of green winning streaks, very pretty.

He opened Weibo and posted the record.

I'm messing around again: My wife takes me to fly! [picture]

Anyone who watched his live broadcast in the afternoon knew the stalk of his wild wife.

Not long after posting on Weibo, someone posted a hot comment: I feel so pitiful after seeing it. I was so happy after being led to win a few times in a fish pond in a row. It’s a mess, and my mother loves you. [/流泪]

Shen Yanming liked the comment, and then returned to the game interface. Seeing that Niu Fudo hadn't logged out yet, he tapped on the keyboard with one hand and chatted with others.

[I'm messing around again]: Actually, you are a professional, right?

[I can't move my milk]: Yes.

[I'm messing around again]: Which team?Is it convenient to say?

[My breasts can't move]: Didn't you say it at the beginning?

[I'm messing around again]: Huh?

[I'm messing around again]: You can't be really sweet, can you?

[I can't move my milk]: Uh... I didn't lie to you.

Shen Yanming didn't pay attention, and almost choked on the wonton in his mouth. He coughed for a while, and managed to recover.

He suddenly understood.

Milk Fudo should belong to the second team of tmm. After all, when the god of Kong is in high spirits, the players of their second team can only play in the secondary league, and the amount of training must not be as great as that of the first team.

And why the style of play is so kong-like also makes sense, after all, it's hard to imagine why he's been influenced by it every day.

This tmm is too good, even the second team's players are so good, if they are poached to other teams, they must be trained as the main players.

Shen Yanming took a sip of the soup and searched for some memories in his mind.He doesn't know much about the members of the second team at this stage of tmm, but he still vaguely remembers...

The support of the second team is really a fat guy who smiles all day long?