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

For internet-addicted teenagers, snatching five kills has always been like killing one's own mother, and a father-son solo game is inevitable.

If he couldn't afford to pay, Chu Ya would have smashed Wang's mouse and keyboard together.

After calming down for three seconds, he spotted the person's id, "Old Xie next door", and added him as a friend as soon as he left the game.

Lao Xie is also a sensible person, and he didn't even ask him if he wanted to be a solo. The first sentence he came up with was: [Whoever loses is called Dad? 】

Before Chuya answered, the other party added a message: [If you want to call, turn on the voice call, come to my YY channel, XXXXXX]

Chu Ya snorted coldly, and said: [Mandarin is not worthy of being called my father if I don’t have a second-level class A, and I don’t have a son like you who is stupid]

Lao Xie said: [Grandson dare not? 】

Chu Ya replied, "Fuck your mother, dare you be your father?" Then he turned on the YY voice input number without hesitation, and found the channel that Lao Xie mentioned.

What is the name of the channel Yangpu District Men's Club? Really gays would not use such a name. Chu Ya knew at a glance that it was an idiot straight man who thought it was fun, and sniffed in his heart, and went into the room where there were people in it.

Not to mention, there were quite a lot of people, and it seemed that they were all called by Lao Xie to watch.

One of the red vests spoke first: "Boss, is this the idiot you mentioned?"

Lao Xie answered unhurriedly: "He is the No. 2 master, so be careful when you speak Mandarin if you don't have a second-level A-level."

His voice was young but deep and magnetic, and Chuya could imagine that the other party might be that kind of social youth with tattoos on his head and a good fight.

And judging from the accent, the other party is undoubtedly from the north, and he is in Yangpu. He is probably taller and taller than most southern men. It is reasonable to be a so-called boss from an image point of view.

Lao Xie pretended to be generous, gave him a red vest, and asked, "Why solo? Bet on your own mother or bet on your own grandma?"

Out of the corner of Chuya's eyes, he glanced at the time in the lower right corner. It was 23:[-] in the evening, and there was an hour before his birthday. It was a nice surprise to recognize a son, and it was time to expand the family tree of only him.

"Your father and my parents are both dead—I count on you to feel the warmth of family affection today, son."

Old Xie paused for two seconds, then laughed: "Awesome, even sacrifice your own parents?"

Chu Ya was noncommittal, and said, "It seems that I took advantage of you by playing solo in the middle lane. What position are you best at?"

The other party didn't hesitate: "I'm good at everything, how about I become a loving father and you can choose whichever path you want?"

Normal solo rounds are usually played in the middle lane. Both sides are good at top lane or can choose top lane, but bottom lane is the only one. Due to the game mechanism, the 1st position is usually given to the advantage of development, and generally it is not used for solo.

But Chuya looked through Lao Xie's record and found that the opponent still mainly plays the No. 1 position, that is, he goes to the bottom lane more often.

Perhaps it was because he was a professional e-sports player, Chuya answered Lao Xie with a bit of disdain: "No. 1, go down the road."

At that moment, scattered laughter rang through the entire channel.

"Playing cards not according to common sense?" Lao Xie chuckled lowly, his heavy voice was extremely oppressive, "Don't regret it later, kid."

At that time, Chu Ya's voice was not yet fully mature, and the other party probably recognized his age, and suddenly felt a little playful like an adult looking at a child.

Chuya ignored him, and invited Lao Xie to join the game: "Don't worry about me, I won't regret it later, and take care of your mother's personal safety first."

In the last game, Lao Xie took a very late hero, and he was developing in the early stage. Chuya reached the opposite high ground in less than 20 minutes. Serving the top 1, the basic level will not threaten yourself.

The two entered the customization and chose the same No. 1 hero, but Lao Xie suddenly said: "LX, who is currently No. 6 on the ladder list, have you heard of it?"

L fork?Chu Ya hasn't played this game for too long. Apart from occasionally caring about version updates, she doesn't have much energy to care about the ladder rankings, so she is impatient: "Pro players? I haven't heard of it."

——The No. 1 position in the current version can hit the sixth place on the ladder, so he should be a ruthless character, and he must be a core member of some team.

"Not a professional player." Lao Xie smiled lowly, but the strong disdain in his tone was obviously not directed at him, "but he is the father of all professional players."

Chu Ya frowned suspiciously, and said, "What the hell are you doing, bb, do you want to hit me or not?"

Xia Ye was silent, and the other side replied: "Hit."

***

And the ending of that solo was also beyond Chuya's expectation.

Maybe it’s because of the lack of touch to replenish troops in the bottom lane, maybe it’s because they’re not familiar with long-range heroes, or maybe it’s because they don’t have the skills to level A in the carry position——Chuya always felt a little powerless in the process of mobilizing and harassing each other in the early stage.

Old Xie came up and pointed at him, but he wanted to fight back, but the opponent had already taken a step, and just retreated out of the output range; he wanted to make up troops, but the opponent's rhythm of killing his own minions continued for a moment, which kept consuming his economy; etc. He used skills to kill people directly, only to find that the essential difference between position 1 and the middle lane is that they don't completely rely on skill release like position 2.

Obviously, this position is more basic skills.

Chuya has not played for a long time, and this aspect itself is relatively weak.

The line of soldiers in front of him kept pushing him under the tower. He frowned and gripped the mouse harder.

"It's too late to regret it now." Lao Xie seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and said, "Knock three times on the table and it will be treated as three head-knocks for Dad. When you are free, Dad will use the tuba to take you to the top."

Chu Ya was concentrating on mending the tower, but was suddenly distracted by the other party's words.

He fixed his eyes: "Large size?"

Standing in the grass over there, he is probably going back to the city to replenish the second wave of equipment: "I am sixth in the big ladder, I have asked you if you recognize me? I have the same game id on both accounts, are you pretending?" Do you still sound like an idiot?"

Chuya was a little surprised, and then realized that LX was the abbreviation of Lao Xie, but his mentality was not affected at all.

He only pays attention to the immediate problem.

The two of them returned to the city with the same equipment in the first wave, and they can barely go back and forth online, but the development of Lao Xie at this stage is already slightly ahead of him. If this wave allows the other party to successfully return to the city, it is better to buy than him. equipment, the outcome will be difficult to change.

So now, Chuya must not let him go.

No matter how much the opponent's economy is higher than his, as long as they can't go back to the city to produce equipment, they are still on the same line.

So the moment Lao Xie finished speaking, Chuya opened his vision of the bushes, determined to decide the winner here, and used a subtle turn to move around, avoiding the opponent's key deceleration skills.

Late-stage No. 1 SOLO, the fatal thing is not the invisible damage skills, but the deceleration debuff.

There was silence in the dark sky above the map, Lao Xie probably thought that he didn't dare to make a move, and was caught off guard by him, and hit his side's deceleration, so he could only move to temporarily distance himself.

But handing over the displacement is even more fatal to the survival of a No. 1 position.

At that moment, through the headset, Chuya's snoring and anticipating victory and defeat spread to everyone's ears. He seemed to have heard the sound of Lao Xie's so-called "little brothers" gasping, so he immediately stepped forward and prepared to close. Get rid of this unworthy son.

However, three seconds later, the ending was beyond Chuya's expectation again.

The red damage numbers kept jumping out of the screen, but the special effects of the critical damage were even more eye-catching. Before Chuya could react, he was sanctioned by Lao Xie's two critical strikes on the spot, and the screen turned black and white.

There was a silence in the headset, and suddenly there was laughter. Chuya was stunned for two seconds, then dropped the headset, almost kicking a whole row of computer network cables.

what happened?

It stands to reason that their current equipment does not have any critical strike bonuses, and it is impossible for this to happen. Chu Ya frowned, and couldn't figure it out for a long time. Do you want to feel the warmth of family affection?Come on, call me daddy, I don’t require second-level Mandarin A, you have a good voice, if you can turn on a voice changer, I can guarantee that I will never tell this matter to the outside world]

Obviously, the other party deliberately humiliated: [I have lived for more than 20 years, and I have never experienced the feeling of being called a father by a girl. I always want to open a house, and I am too tired to pay for it. Of course, the main thing is that I can’t bear the money]

Even though Chuya didn't wear earphones, the laughter in the voice channel was still clearly audible.

He stared at the screen, and quickly looked away from the keyboard, completely ignoring this person.

About 1 minute later, the earphones started to yell, "Where is the person, want to renege on the debt?" "Do you admit it if you lose in SOLO? Your jb is gone." After waiting for half a minute, he closed his eyes and grabbed the earphone, and said, "Tell me first, where did your two critical strikes come from?"

"Finally here?" Lao Xie smiled, "I thought you ran away, I am only your son, do you know that the old father lost his only child very badly?"

Then, amidst Chu Ya's insults, Lao Xie answered his question calmly: "I'm gifted with critical strike, understand?"

Chu Ya, who was the 16th generation ancestor of Lao Xie, stopped his voice, wondering: "...Your talent uses crit?"

It stands to reason that no matter who is playing, the hero they choose is more suitable for attack power talents.

But Lao Xie replied to him: "Are you trying to say that other people play to increase attack power?"

Obviously, the other party saw through his doubts: "That's why I let you choose which way to go. You don't understand the No. 1 position at all, and you still want to follow me to the end-seriously play ranks to replenish troops and develop, of course choose to attack." strength, but now it’s a bot lane solo, the situation is different, I’m willing to bet, if you hit the right spot, you just need to hit a critical strike to win—this is because you didn’t choose the lane yourself, now it’s all right, you have to call me dad , what do you make your mother think?"

He seemed to light up his lighter and lit a cigarette, and laughed impatiently: "My mouth is so itchy that I can curse my parents to die for the sake of a solo game, a filial son? If you don't hang on to me, I can't stand it. Hurry up!" , You can get out after calling."

Chu Ya suddenly fell silent, neither calling for dad nor answering him.

Several younger brothers in the earphones chattered: "Are you dumb?"

"If you can't afford to lose, don't come to solo. If you have time, you might as well go back to the crematorium to see how familiar your mother is."

"Hey brother, you are boring, after you call the boss, you still want to lead us to the top—"

Chu Ya listened quietly, but refused to speak, but did not leave.

At this time, the network manager came over with a cart, probably noticing that his cigarette case was about to collapse, so he asked, "Do you want cigarettes, boss?"

Chu Ya raised her eyes, searched all over her pockets to find a piece of money, and handed it over, her tone was not very friendly: "No. You can renew the fee for another three days."

"Three days?" The other party looked familiar to him these days, so he was puzzled, "Boss, how long have you been up all night?"

As he said that, the network manager looked carefully at the pack of Futaba on Chuya's table, and suddenly his tone was a little mocking: "...have money to play games, but don't have money to eat and buy cigarettes?"

Chu Ya frowned. He was not a very friendly person. The dim light reflected in his bloodshot eyes made him look particularly frightening: "Why, you're just a fucking newcomer? I've never seen me so great and so loving. Players of e-sports games?"

The other party backed away half a step, and still dared to look at his face, and suddenly said: "Why do I think you look familiar, you can't be CS, that, that, that Ch—"

"I'm your fucking grandpa." Chu Ya interrupted him, almost kicking his cart over, "Get lost!"

The people in the surrounding circle cast unanimous glances, the voice of the boss of the network came from the front desk, "Xiaofeng, what's the matter?", the network manager no longer dared to speak, and hurriedly said "It's okay" perfunctorily, and pushed the cart away , Chu Ya retracted her legs that were about to become stiff, and out of the corner of her eyes, she caught a bag of instant noodles that fell on the ground.

The light was very dim, and no one probably saw anything left by the network administrator.

Chu Ya confronted it quietly, and when everyone else withdrew their gazes and turned to continue indulging in the game, he bent down to pick it up while no one was paying attention.

But the moment he touched the plastic packaging bag, Chuya couldn't help but take a breath and stopped.

Old Xie's voice came from the headset: "What's the matter, son, no money to eat? Do you want Dad to give you living expenses?"

Chu Ya straightened up, tapped the keyboard with her fingers, and said in a domineering voice, "...shut up..."

In a sense, he has already started to build up his mind—since he lost the SOLO father-son game, he didn't think about reneging on the debt, but a few seconds later, the other party hesitated and spoke before him: "Why... Are you crying for such a small thing?"

"No, brother, there's no need, I'm most afraid of others crying..."

"Hello? Are you still there? Son?"

Chu Ya clenched her palms, leaned against the back of the chair and closed her eyes, not wanting to speak anymore.

His eyes were dry, but before he passed out, he didn't even bother to ask why Lao Xie asked him if he was crying.

Still a long time later, Xie Ting told him that hearing your voice telling me to shut up sounded like I was crying.

***

After the solo game that day, Chuya woke up and Lao Xie was the only one left on the YY channel.

Hearing the sound of him fiddling with the headset, the other party asked him: "So you're not dead? If you don't move again, I'll fucking think I'm sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person."

Chu Ya slowly opened his eyes while pressing the headset. The bitter taste in his mouth made him feel more alive. After a few seconds, he rubbed his lips against the hem of his clothes and replied, "You Very noisy."

"An idiot who insults his teammates without listening to the explanation, saying that I am noisy?" Xie Ting sneered twice, but gradually lowered his voice, and said, "In that round... I paid more attention to the number 1 on the other side who survived to the end of the team battle than you. The last time he went back to buy speed shoes, only in terms of movement speed, they are faster than your shoes, plus your movement skills have already been handed in when killing people, and he didn’t hand it in. What’s the use of your other equipment no matter how good it is? It’s really not necessarily possible to catch up-so I originally wanted to help you slow down and keep him, but the fucking hand hit the floor and it automatically leveled A. I want to explain to you, who knew you cursed so fast, to me The greetings from the whole family are also so kind.”

Chu Ya woke up in a daze, and before he fully understood what Lao Xie meant, the other party said impatiently: "Oh, forget it, I'm really annoying, it's not because of your age that I can't be bothered to explain, you idiot."

young age……

Chuya thought drowsily, the age...the age should not be too young.

He looked at the time in the lower right corner, August 8, 12:2 am.

It took him a while to react, and then he couldn't help but start laughing.

"I can fall asleep on my birthday... Awesome..."

Forget it, it was not a must-have holiday.

He climbed up from the chair and went to the toilet and came back, only to find that the bag of instant noodles left on the ground by the network administrator had long disappeared—at that moment, he didn't know whether the emotion surging in his heart was regret or loathing himself, so he just Can sit down, shake the mouse to wake up the screen to divert attention.

The remaining time in the lower right corner shows that the fee has indeed been renewed, wasting a day’s money, and he was a little frustrated. At this time, Lao Xie asked him, "Yesterday was your birthday?", and he was naturally reprimanded: "It's none of your jb business."

He endured it for two seconds and said, "I've already explained it clearly to you, why don't you spray again?"

Chu Ya was confused, and replied: "What explanation?"

Lao Xie was silent for two seconds, and said, "Co-author, you didn't listen at all, did you?"

There was a sharp whine in Chuya's ears, and it took him a long time to calm down a bit, and he could hear what the person in the microphone was saying, and asked him, "So how old are you?"

"18 centimeters."

Chu Ya impatiently perfunctory Lao Xie.

Now his mind is full of thoughts that he might really die if he continues like this, so he clicked on some underground power leveling websites and Xianyutao.bao, which he has heard of long ago, to see if anyone needs power leveling.

If he goes to this line of work, it will be extremely easy for him to make money.

Ordinary game leveling can help the boss get diamonds, and most of the tasks will be completed, but he is different, even if the boss wants to hit the first place in the server, it is no problem.

But he didn't expect that when he slid down the mouse, he could actually see someone posting such a high demand:

The score of a certain shooting game is 2200+, so you can't directly get the boss's account, but you have to lead the boss to double row, as long as you succeed, the reward... 50W.

What is the name of the publisher, Ouhuang? The current level of his account is only a few hundred points, which is not as good as the plastic 5th rank. I still want someone to take him to the master rank of 2200 points in duos——Chu Ya is confused: Where is it? How much money does a stupid boss have? ……fishing?

Look again, thousands of master kings, hundreds of gold and platinum, all kinds of needs, as long as he is willing to find a person in charge to join the leveling, he can earn enough money, even facing those masters who need a good voice For the younger brother's female bodhisattva, his reward might be doubled.

But after clicking on the QQ interface for temporary contact with the person in charge, he watched the other party's enthusiastic opening remarks and couldn't reply a word.

To put it bluntly, the power leveling business is to use certain methods to hit game accounts that do not belong to high ranks, which essentially destroys the balance of the game. That's enough, but in the professional circle, the word "power leveling" seriously violates professionalism, ranging from a fine to a ban.

For example, in South Korea, the United States, where the professionalization of e-sports was earlier, there was a history of world champions being dug out for power leveling, but they still couldn’t escape punishment, resulting in damage to the team’s reputation and eventually being forced to retire early.

As for the reason for doing power leveling, no matter what it is, it cannot override the rules.

Chuya propped her forehead, her mind was in chaos.

He is no longer a professional player, and has no plans to go back at all, but the so-called leading by example to maintain the fairness of the game environment, the so-called professionalism and accomplishment, still stumbles him.

For the first time, he was so upset after choosing to leave the team.

Obviously those who abandoned him were ruthless to him, but he was still enthusiastic, and with luck, he couldn't change it even if he wanted to.

I still miss the small but lively training room, I still like the audience who kept teasing him when he was talking about techniques live, and I still miss the arena that makes him sleepless nights and nights.

Even if he left the team, he would finish a very important cup match before leaving.

Even when he was leaving, all the teammates finally sent away the God of Plague with a look on his face: dead gay finally left, orphan.

ChuY may indeed have a life-threatening conflict with e-sports. What's even more ridiculous is that ChuY actually doesn't know his complete birth date, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to ask a fortune teller for a divination.

"Damn..." He closed the power leveling page, and a voice suddenly came from his ear: "I'm going to form a team with the boss I know, come son? You play the 2nd position, I think you can try your record."

The other party seems to be very confident that teenagers with Internet addiction must be looking forward to playing professionally: "Don't stay on the Internet all night, how about being a professional player with dad? The game is very popular, and the bonus is also high."

It was only then that Chuya remembered that the idiot with his solo father and son was still in the earphones. He hissed, rubbed his stiff and painful limbs, and said, "...you fucking HIV got into your brain?"

In an instant, Chuya exploded: "Who is a professional player? Your whole family is a professional player! Fuck you!"

His voice was so loud that people in the front and rear rows of the net all looked sideways at him, but he still kicked the main box, directly breaking the power cord.

***

After that, he didn't click on the rust-red game icon, but started playing a new shooting game.

The boss who asked for 50W seems to be asking for 2200 points in this game.

Chuya has no intention of leveling, but the game has been a smash hit since it was released, and he also wants to follow suit to see where its magic power comes from.

Anyway, being idle is idle, and it’s always good to find something for yourself. If it weren’t for the battery of his broken mobile phone that can’t carry the glory of the king, he might be able to sleep and play games on a cool chair in the park, saving even the Internet fee up.

Clicking on the list icon, Chuya saw such a shooting game for the first time.

In a round of multiplayer melee, the most important thing is that the default is to open the microphone and not type, and you can fucking kill your teammates.

Such a noble e-sports spirit is worthy of promotion by all games.

Soon, Chuya was immersed in it.

During the day, he began to try to go out to meet people, and occasionally he would deliver food to a nearby store. At night, he would go back to the Internet and put on headphones to forget the real world.

Originally, this was one of the most simple functions of his electronic opium.

Whether it's outputting 360-degree three-dimensional surround mouth odor with teammates, or shooting and throwing mines to kill each other, ChuY has never been at a disadvantage.

He thought, anyway, this game doesn't rely too much on his teammates, and when he really lets go, he can go to the 50W boss and take the opponent to score 2200 points, which can be regarded as blood earning.

He didn't know how long such days would last, until one day, he saw the familiar id suffix again in the list of teammates——LX.

...not such a coincidence.

Chu Ya had already recollected what was going on with the "head grabbing" at that time, but he was not interested in having a different relationship with that old Xie, so Quan assumed that this ID was easy to have the same name, and asked, "Where is the jump in this round?"

Unexpectedly, LX's deep voice raised two degrees because of surprise: "Is it you?"

……grass.From the bottom of his heart, Chuya called Landong's family and said, "What's the matter, son, do you still remember dad?"

"Damn, yes." Lao Xie replied, "I carefully compared the voice of the previous live broadcast, and I seem to know who you are."

Chu Ya's heart skipped a beat. Although she didn't know the truth of what he said, she interrupted him quickly: "If you don't want to die, shut up the fuck."

"Hehe, I'm not closed." Lao Xie followed him and pulled his parachute to jump to the city in the center of the map, calling out to his teammates, "This round is just a shot. Our CS god thief is filial, so we can win casually."

Chuya gritted his teeth, at least now he is sure, the other party may be familiar with the CS professional circle, and he has not been away from the team for a long time, and the other party is already guessing who he is.

Sure enough, Lao Xie gave a smirk, he was a little uncertain, and he asked tentatively, "Are you him?"

"Shut your mouth shut, I don't know what you're calling, don't let me take the head with five cents." Chu Ya picked up an AK and almost swept away the enemies on the roof—his three kills when he landed, Lao Xie saw this, It seems to be a little more confirmed: "Your mouth is worse than Lao Tzu, don't you admit it? You are too bad to go home and tell Dad?"

As he said that, Lao Xie thought about it again: "It's just that the birthday doesn't match. Could it be... your birthday is different from the public? I'm sorry, I seem to be a bit remiss as a father."

Chuya gritted her teeth and found the direction of Lao Xie on the small picture, and walked over with her hands in her hands. Lei said, "Come here, Dad will show you something big and thick."

Lao Xie knew that he was going to kill himself—ChuY was famous for his control over throwing objects, so Lao Xie immediately said: "Throwing mines is disgraceful. If you have the ability, kill me with AK or start a spy."

Seeing him like that, Chuya is not at the top level in the field of shooting games, but he came here for entertainment because of the explosive popularity of the game—so Chuya hesitated for two seconds, and said: "Okay, then as long as I kill you within three shots, We just write it off?"

"A write-off?" Lao Xie's deep and hoarse voice was full of teasing, obviously intentional, "You mean the father-son game lost to dad?"

"I said your mother b was fucked to death by me." Chu Ya slapped the mouse again, "Wait."

"Be civilized, they are all people who have received quality education." Bargaining with him over there, "You are the number one master in China's CS world. A layman like you who killed your father with three shots is too filial. How about writing it off with one shot? I happen to know Take a look at your divine sniper, open your eyes, the Xie family is considered to have a future."

Chu Yala saw that he only had a second-level head armor, and he didn't bother to tell him too much: "Okay, wait for death."

It's not difficult to kill with a single shot, it's nothing more than a headshot.Chu Ya quickly found a 98k sniper rifle and planned to kill the grandson.

But when he quickly zoomed in and aimed at LX's flooded head with an [-]x lens, he suddenly discovered that the opponent's head armor had been changed to level three at some point.

Only the big sniper AWM can kill people with a headshot through the third-level armor, and the 98K in Chuya's hand can't do it.

So the opponent stood on the crosshairs of his sight, waiting for him to make a move, which was a natural mockery.

"..." Chu Ya almost gritted his teeth, the big sniper AWM can only be obtained with a probability in the airdrop, not to mention the trouble, it may not be available in the airdrop.

"You lost again." Lao Xie smiled lowly, looking like he was going to declare victory, but at this moment Chu Ya licked his lips, stabilized the 98K, shot him in the head, and shot him to death, saying: " You lost."

There was the sound of alternating electric currents in the headset, and Lao Xie was probably looking at his kneeling figure, and his voice was full of confusion: "Isn't it a shot?"

Chuya imitated him and said, "That's right, it's just one shot."

Then he unhurriedly retracted his gun and asked the two teammates present: "How many shots did I just fire?"

The teammates obviously hesitated for two seconds, but suddenly said in unison: "...a shot."

As soon as the two finished speaking, Lao Xie's breathing fluctuated, and Chu Ya snorted: "Do you understand, son? If you understand, lie down. Daddy will take your two brothers to the finals and eat chicken later." It counts for you too."

At the end, Chuya asked his teammates: "Have you added friends after playing? I am online every night."

Teammate No. 3 was pleasantly surprised: "Gagaga, thank you Dad!"

Teammate No. 4 Pidianpidian ran over: "As long as my girlfriend doesn't gank, I will be online every night. Do you want a 15x lens, Dad?"

"Yes." So Chuya picked up the equipment given by his teammates, stepped on LX's body and passed, "Keep your eyes open, waste."

***

After the game was over, Chu Ya closed the Daji Dali chicken dinner interface, and went out to add No. 3 and No. 4 just now. Unexpectedly, LX also came to him to apply for a friend.

But this time, Chuya did not refuse.

Now that he has already won, it is not a loss to accept a son to spread the branches and leaves, and it is all boring to pass the time.

The other party asked him to play together, and he agreed.

It's just that as soon as he enters the game, he kills his teammates. The id LX has never lived for more than 3 minutes.

Every time, the other party asked him in the headset with a hoarse and low voice that was not suitable for swearing: "Are you fucking sick?"

Chu Ya didn't care: "Didn't you invite me to play together?"

Old Xie took a sip of his cigarette, endured the humiliation, and said, "Are you coming back to play professionally? If you are really him, we will form a team—to be honest, MOBA games are also your old profession."

But Chu Ya completely ignored him, except for killing people, he just replied: "I am your long-lost biological father."

Lao Xie didn't seem to understand his refusal, and said to himself: "...Why did you quit the team? Now the forums say that you may have conflicts with the management, but you just quit the e-sports circle like this. Group of brothers?"

It is well known in the circle that Chuya has a good relationship with his teammates, especially his roommates. During this period of time, there are different opinions in the forum, but no one knows whether he struggled when his teammates covered him with a quilt.

Ironically, he heard the phrase why he left the team the most from his opponents in the circle.

For example, Ning Xiyuan, the defeated general, came to care about why he left several times.

But Chu Ya was also covered in thorns, and she also had a high self-esteem, except for silence or avoidance, and there was no half meaning to explain.

***

When he got out of the net that day, he made an exception and bought a can of Tsingtao, and walked on the road alone in a dull manner, preparing to go to the bridge to drink some wine and make up for his birthday.

In the past, although he didn't tell his teammates directly on his birthday, he would deliberately say that it was his turn to treat him to supper on that day-just like this, he could secretly satisfy him, and thought it was his privilege as a minor. Can go on like this forever.

Only this year, everything has changed.

Perhaps, he shouldn't have overestimated the acceptance of gay men by straight men.

Others would rather not have grades or bonuses than to touch a virus like him. The word brotherhood also depends on who is right - he has been an outlier that shouldn't have existed since he was a child.

But that day, when he walked under the electric pole at the corner of the alley, a woman with a ditch almost to the waist called out to him, with a charming voice: "Boss, do you want to play?"

Chuya couldn't help but stop, looking at the other party's heavy makeup and brown curly hair.

It can be seen that her facial features are not very good, but her small eyes can also reveal a charming charm, and her figure is also good.

That’s what’s so good about the bustling Shanghai. No matter how many glamorous high-rise buildings there are, old alleys can still hide surprises.

Chu Ya was silent for a while, then suddenly pulled the tab of the beer can with one hand, took a sip, and said with deep eyes, "What price?"

The other party approached a young man with a handsome face like him, and it could be said that he went to the doctor in a hurry. Hearing that there was a joke, he was surprised that he had made a profit, and hurriedly said: "Two hundred and one nights, boss, if you want to be straightforward, I will take medicine. No extra money."

Chu Ya looked deep into her well-shaped collarbone and gully, and smiled: "Two hundred? The price in Shanghai, you are the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva."

The other party consciously came up and hugged his arm, saying: "Boss, don't say that, the Bodhisattva will be upset."

"Is it clean?" Chu Ya hugged her with one arm, raised the beer can with the other, and fed her a sip. The inferior lipstick left a circle of red marks on the mouth of the can. The other party rubbed his arm with his flesh and replied, "I There is a medical report in the bag, the boss can rest assured that the child has to pay tuition fees when school starts, otherwise I won’t come out on such a hot day.”

As she said that, she did not forget to add for the sake of business: "The child is already asleep, sleeping soundly, just go to my house, and the boss doesn't need to pay extra for the room."

Chu Ya was silent for a few seconds, hugged her tighter, and said, "It's okay, it's fine if there are children at home, I'll pay the room fee, after all, I still like louder voices."

The other party was slightly taken aback, then smiled shyly and lowered his head, followed him into an old hotel nearby.

***

On the walls around the room, there are many water marks left by the resurgence season.

Chuya entered the room, turned on the dark yellow air conditioner that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in 10 years, and said, "Go take a shower first."

The other party took off the thin black silk and high-heeled shoes, nodded and went in holding the bath towel, while Chu Ya sat under the humming air conditioner, looked out the window at the night sky illuminated by neon lights, and secretly made up his mind.

During the physical contact just now, he didn't have much resistance anymore, so he thought, this time is different from the previous time when he could only passively avoid when drinking and eating in KTV, maybe it will work.

It's just that the cost of 200 yuan plus 80 room fees is a bit high, and it can be exchanged for two meals of crayfish.

Then there was the sound of water in the bathroom, and he still couldn't help being nervous, and began to unconsciously rub his teeth against his short nails while recalling when he had his last meal.

After all, there is no problem with the hardware configuration. If you can't keep up with your strength for a while, it will be too fucking nonsense.

About 10 minutes later, the woman came out, and Chu Ya was taken aback by the scene.

The other party pulled his clothes, quietly sat down at the end of the bed, and said, "Boss, it's fine."

Chu Ya stood in front of her, her ears turned red suddenly, and she forgot to move for a moment.

The other party looked up at him for a while, as if he had misunderstood what he meant, and immediately stretched out his hand skillfully to him: "Then boss, you'd better stop standing...you sit, I'll just kneel, it's the same."

Chu Ya trembled all over, pressed her wrist like a conditioned reflex, blushed and said, "First, don't this first..."

The other party stopped with some doubts, and quickly said, "Well, it's all up to the boss."

Chuya let out a long breath, reached out to touch her face, and sat down beside her.

The surrounding lights were dim, and there was an awkward silence between the two of them for a few seconds. Out of professionalism, the woman quickly wanted to speak up, but Chu Ya interrupted her at that moment, pushed her down, and inserted her left hand. into her hair.

***

As the night at the end of summer passed by, Chuya forgot how jerky his movements were, and how deep and vulgar his voice was. He only knew that when he whispered, the woman turned her face and tried to talk to him. When kissing, he was completely stunned, and a biting cold immediately climbed up his back, and immediately pushed the other party away.

Cold sweat