Please stop the behavior of the king of vinegar [e-sports]

After being sent down the steps by the head coach, Chu Ya followed assistant coach Ning Xiyuan to the players' aisle.

The spectators on the seats on both sides of the aisle first realized that this was not an ordinary intermission. Gradually, a large number of eyes came to this side. Chu Ya had no choice but to shake his head to indicate that they were all right, and then said to Ning Xiyuan: "...I'm sorry, Brother Yuan , I didn’t pay attention, I thought it would have been fixed by itself long ago.”

Ning Xiyuan put his arms around his shoulders and replied, "Don't, it's our negligence for not taking care of the players. Doctor Meng is waiting for us backstage, let him take a look first."

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the front court, the backstage of the venue is a bit quiet at the moment.

They found a room where they can watch the game, and there is a big screen next to the sofa. The team doctor laughed at him during the inspection: "Is there still time to care about their games, boy? I really wonder if your stomach is caused by Xiao Yan." .”

Chu Ya sat on the edge of the sofa and looked at the screen, and slanted the corners of her mouth: "That is, who made my brother, my husband, and my son all be on the field."

Ning Xiyuan looked nervous: "Damn, don't let Young Master Zhan hear your words, I'm afraid that one day your body will be destroyed by him."

Chuya shrugged and laughed lightly, but she no longer had much energy to speak. Dr. Meng went back and forth to find some medicine, and said, "It's not a big problem. I'll prescribe some medicine for you and rest for a night, and you should be fine. But you still pay attention If you have a bad stomach, eat more vegetarian food and recite Buddha’s name, and don’t touch too irritating food.”

Chu Ya nodded, but was a little embarrassed: "I'm allergic to some medicine—"

He said all the ingredients he couldn't touch from memory, and the more Dr. Meng heard the expression on his face, the more surprised he was: "...won't you say it sooner? Do you want to touch Ciben's genius doctor?"

The drug allergy is serious enough that it may be life-threatening. Dr. Meng thought about it: "Your situation is really troublesome. There are some medicines you can take, but I didn't bring them here, so I had to let the team leader drive away." It's been a trip."

Hearing this, Chu Ya clenched the medicine bottle that Cui Xuezhi had just given to her hand like a reflex, and then quickly let go: "...Is this it?"

Dr. Meng looked down and couldn't help wondering: "Why don't you take the medicine you brought yourself?"

Chu Ya put down the bottle and was silent for a while, only to laugh: "The enemy sniper gave it to me. He wants to poison me. Can I be fooled?"

***

This is of course false. While waiting for the team leader and the driver to buy the medicine back, Chuya lay motionless on the sofa watching his teammates play—like a dead fish, who just struggled to find the water source, but found that the scorching sun could not not stopped.

The touch of the bottle in his hand was cold and hard, and suddenly he recalled how many bone-chilling nights he had experienced when he was more than 10 years old.

***

It has been more than 70 days since Chuya paid her own money to terminate the contract and left the team when she was young.

The night in August couldn't get colder than a few degrees, and the air conditioner in the black net was lingering. Chu Ya looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, and it was his birthday in two hours.

If the bustling Shanghai has a bright night sky, then this net is a rotting planet full of parasites, spinning alone in the dark.

Chuya couldn't remember how many times he hadn't eaten. He only had cigarettes at hand at the moment. It was conservatively estimated that this was the third pack tonight.

The screen in front of him flashed a pale light, and he was gnawing his short nails and pondering over the words, how to write this email to the former team without letting them see who wrote it.

He didn't use file attachments to transmit, but directly entered tactical opinions into the text of the email with a blank expression. However, when the mouse moved to the "Send" button, a moment of grievance still surged in his chest.

But in just a second, this fleeting loss turned into explosive anxiety.

So after repeatedly closing the sending interface more than a dozen times, he clicked the left mouse button and went to the toilet to smoke and vomit again.

It was his 78th day of being homeless again, or rather, the 78th day of waking up and realizing once again that the team wasn't home.

As for the wins and losses of those glamorous games, the feelings of the audience, and the dream of e-sports, they are all fucking, and have nothing to do with him as a social moth.

Chu Ya closed the webpage, dropped the mouse and planned to lie down for a while to sleep, but the web boss started to sell his new promotion: if you get five kills in a certain game, you can buy a pack of soft supreme for [-]% off.

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, Chu Ya knew that the so-called Soft Supreme must be fake cigarettes, but he looked at the Futaba that cost two yuan a pack next to his elbow, after a little thought, he stepped on the sandals again, and accurately listed them in the list. I found the game that the net boss said.

Rust red LOGO, an old game known to everyone in the e-sports circle, the three-way tower pushing mode created by it is also enduring in MOBA games.

Chu Ya was idle during this time, and she had played a lot, and her score had already reached a relatively high position. It is indeed more useful to kill time than shooting games.

Pentakill?He thought for a while, and chose a No. 2 role that didn't need much development—the so-called "middle lane SOLO", and it was a physical output. If he didn't rely on the cooperation of his teammates, it would undoubtedly be better than No. 1, who needed a lot of development time. The carry position is better for creating raid kills.

His strength itself does not match the current division, so as soon as he enters the game, he quickly controls the rhythm of the audience. The opponent's middle lane is retreating steadily, and he is pressed to the high ground in 30 minutes. As long as his ult is improved, If the enemy shows up, he will be killed twice and killed three times.

But four kills and five kills require a team battle after all. Chu Ya waited for the opportunity for a long time before finally retaining five people after a wave of encirclement and suppression was interrupted. , thank you guys, we'll go whoring together when we have time]

He thought that this round was a waste of resources and made Buff and his teammates very polite - he thought that there would be no problem with quadruple kills in the team battle, but the last one was hanged. Fortunately, none of the teammates refused - when he shot to cut off the enemy's retreat, He also subconsciously thought that no one would be too stingy with a teammate who had solo killed the opponent five or six times in the mid lane.

But the ending was beyond his expectation.

Everyone knows how terrifying a mid laner with overwhelming physical output can be in a team battle.

With his set of skills, even the front row tank with the thickest blood can't withstand his armor penetration, and the blood bar melts directly-the triple kill prompt pops up on the screen immediately, he only needs to do the last wave of output, and then Can complete this pentakill.

Harvesting the battlefield is the absolute strength of the physical mid laner, and the other teammates all stopped when they saw this, and when he sent the opponent's dough to kill him, but when he said "thank you" and chased the last survivor of the opponent with confidence, he heard Suddenly, there is an English prompt on the side - your teammate has killed the enemy.

He is the No. 1 carry position in the team.

After all, the long-distance, the output distance is longer than him, it seems to be very deliberate and simple to grab this head.

In an instant, the team channel was dead silent, Chu Ya almost slapped the keycap off, and immediately revealed her true nature, with a pleasant and pleasant tone: [Why didn't the idiot talk just now, why are you fucking cheap?Lack of money to cremate your whole family? 】

At that time, the other party also responded to him in the same way: [Lao, Zi, Gao, Xing]

The author has something to say: just now I don’t know why the last sentence was not copied, I was dizzy

Xie Ting and Chuya are actually not that kind of relationship at all (

感谢在2019-12-3000:19:24~2019-12-3023:59:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 Bai Chengzhou;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Bai Chengzhou; 2706752410 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!