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

***

When Lu Feng heard about it when he came back, he of course agreed: "That's good, but forced training may delay the game."

Chu Ya signaled, wanting to take the bowl in his hand: "It's for my sake, didn't the road team say that life is over?"

All the eyes of the surroundings gathered in an instant, making Lu Feng secretly lower his voice: "God Chu, can you let me go?"

Seeing the two young men fighting quietly, the coaching staff also gave a few wise words and left the room one after another. However, after a round of dinner, Chu Ya received a strange text message: [Is it still alive today? 】

The familiar tail number made Chu Ya directly lock the phone, Lu Yan noticed something: "...Xie Ting?"

"The water in his mind hasn't been drained." Chu Ya squeezed Lu Feng's hand a little nervously, this time, Lu Feng's eyes were much calmer, and he just said: "...Don't worry, I won't be jealous about this anymore. "

On the contrary, Lu Yan has learned to tell Chuya his thoughts more bluntly: "I just occasionally think...why did you fall out because of it?"

Back then, there were all kinds of rumors, but there was never a conclusion. Lu Yan was most impressed by one of the guesses: "... Is there really someone in the team who gambled?"

At this point, Chuya is not going to hide anything anymore: "Yes... it is indeed because of this."

Lu Feng wasn't surprised, he seemed to be mentally prepared: "It's him?"

Chu Ya also planned to explain everything clearly to Lu Feng, so her eyes were calm: "Of course it is him. Otherwise, a refined and civilized person like me would not be able to smash the keyboard and fuck his whole family face to face in the world finals—" —”

***

That was the story before Chuya joined the KN team.

At that time, he was just a boy in his teens, and he entered two teams with his enthusiasm, which were not popular e-sports events, so like most e-sports players, he only stayed in the two teams. Down the wreckage of a dream.

Standing in the spotlight and receiving fanatical pursuit and praise, in fact, it has always been a small number of people.

More players just spent the past few years of youth to realize a dream. After most of them retired, they still chose to return to school to continue their studies or return to normal life.

——In every game, players who like to watch games can call out the IDs of dozens of players, but in fact, there may be far more people engaged in this industry than a hundred times a thousand times.

At that time, ChuY quit two teams, and like many seniors, he returned to his own network. His biggest pastime now is exchanging cordial greetings with each other on LX's YY channel on time.

The two got acquainted because of a misunderstanding about a five-kill game in qualifying. As soon as they came and went, Chu Ya became familiar with that YY channel account and Lao Xie’s voice. The other party would say every day, come to our team, daddy promises you good food and spicy food .

"Are you fucking sick?" Right now, the five-row Chuya is assisting him. Hearing that he is there again, he just hangs up and doesn't play. "First of all, I am not ChuY. Secondly, if I am really ChuY, I will really join your team. kill you."

He clattered on the keyboard, his motionless eyes seemed to be mocking himself, and he added harshly, "What the hell do you like about ChuY? Should he help you scold people or need him to help you dismantle the team?"

Not to be outdone, Lao Xie said, "What else, of course, is the enthusiasm that comes with it. Could it be the fucking game technology?"

"In my opinion, he only has an aggressive style and occasionally can blind jb show operations to deceive laymen. In terms of technical skills, he is not as good as my father."

"You—" Chu Ya was afraid that she couldn't help it, she gritted her teeth and patted the keyboard, then got up to relieve her growing addiction, "I'll smoke a cigarette, you're awesome, you hit 1 and 5."

The late summer nights have begun to cool, and the net is filled with the smell of fried rice and tobacco.

Chuya went to the window to breathe for a while, smoked the last cigarette, and then thought carefully, making the only decision to fill the space in her stomach in the past two days.

——He asked for a box of fried rice with eggs, and he leaned against the window before returning to his seat. At this time, the game had already entered the most critical mid-term team battle. As soon as he put on the headset, he was scolded for several rounds in the channel up.

After all, he is in the fifth row. His score is very high, which undoubtedly drives the team's score implicitly. As a result, the average level of the matched opponents is not bad, but he himself hangs up and does not fight. Sure.

The buddies on the road had obviously disliked him for a long time: "You idiot pretending to be a mother, we hit us, why do you have to drag him along every time?"

The person who snatched Chuya Middle Road was impatient: "Busy hanging up the phone to sacrifice to my mother—fuck, why don't you guys make up your vision??"

The last person in the team walked out of the river and encountered an ambush on the opposite side. Before he could press his skills, he was instantly killed. It seemed that he didn't want to play anymore: "I'll beat your mother...! I'm back, I don't want to play with the orphan."

As the orphan who hung up, Chu Ya had led them to win all day, if Xie Ting hadn't provoked him, such a thing would not have happened.

So he didn't feel sorry for them at all. Instead, he was in such a good mood that he wanted to play a good day to have fun with the people. While listening to their constant internal strife, he hung up his headphones and found a few sleep-helping songs. rest for a bit.

No one in Maili noticed that he was back, but at the moment when Chuya almost fell asleep, he heard Lao Xie giving orders: "Can you be more careful when you scold people?"

There was a cheap electric sound in the headset, and Chuya was stunned for a moment. All his senses were gradually weakening, but at this moment, he found that his hearing was still sensitive.

Lao Xie's voice came through the earphones: "This dude seems to have no father or mother, some words are rarely used bb, please pay attention to me next time, otherwise don't blame me for turning my back on my brother."

These words made Chu Ya feel sleepy all at once, and she couldn't help but clenched her palms tightly, and everyone else in Maili was complaining: "Is there a mistake, don't prepare a few more mothers to play competitive games?"

"That's right, if you don't scold your teammates as orphans, how can you say that you are messing around in this game?"

"Boss, what's the matter with you, just for your team, to help outsiders speak?"

Lao Xie also looked very annoyed: "You think I want to? Didn't I see him cry last time? He's so young—"

"..." Chuya gritted her teeth, couldn't hold back when she heard this, and said, "I didn't fucking cry, thank you idiot."

As soon as he spoke, there was a dead silence in Mai Li, and Lao Xie clicked his tongue, as if trying to remedy something: "It's best if the son doesn't cry, I just want to recruit you into the team to stir up popularity, don't get me wrong because I'm afraid you will cry."

"...I think you are like orphans." Chu Ya changed the subject when he heard the word team, flipped through the panel data of this round, and deliberately mocked Lao Xie, "You can't beat 4 vs 5 with only one less support, you How did you bring the carry bit? Will there be a waste unloading game?"

Maili quarreled, and there was another confrontation. Lao Xie took the lead to help his brothers vent their anger and fought with him for at least two rounds of double betting. In the end, Chu Ya won all 1 vs. N. Since then, the relationship between him and Lao Xie has just eased. At one o'clock, he hit the bar again.

Although Lao Xie also slipped through the net of quality education just like him, but in terms of lip service, he is somewhat worse than him, so he can only pretend not to care: "Forget it, dad doesn't care about you, just remember dad's name, Xie Ting—— After all, I have so many sons and you are the only one who is filial, willing to come to YY channel every day to practice ancestral skills in the e-sports circle with my father."

This is the first time in so many days that Chuya has learned the name of the other party, and he is not convinced: "Don't forget, isn't your name chosen by your father?"

Another half an hour of passionate exchanges, Chu Ya was tired, and regardless of throwing away the earphones, he went offline and slept on the sofa on the Internet. When he went online again, Xie Ting's brother had chased him through YY private chats and left at least 100 messages. It sounds ugly, but Chuya didn't mind teaching them with her own keyboard.

It was obvious that the other party's group were all surfing the Internet at the same place. Xie Ting probably saw these chat records. As the leader of the gang, he was obliged to stand up for his brothers.

Probably because of this reason, Chuya didn't wait for Xie Ting to invite him to play for the next whole week.

***

Starting ranking alone again, Chuya is much cleaner.

Only occasionally, he would click on the friend list with few people.

The system prompt light showing that LX is online is always on. He recalled what Xie Ting said for himself in the headset, but he still couldn’t see the light in his depressed eyes—so when he planned to right-click to invite LX to form a team game, Chu Ya still He lowered his hand.

In the afternoon, Chuya bought a can of beer. It stands to reason that he has the talent of staying drunk for a thousand glasses. Today, for some reason, his temples were swollen, and he vomited in the Internet toilet for a while before he came back and clicked on the shooting game—— In a sense, he didn't know what he was expecting either.

It wasn't until the system's random team formation interface unfolded in the middle of the night that he was slightly taken aback, and saw the id of LX again.

At present, both of them have high scores. LX probably plays too many long-range carry positions in other games. The operation is delicate, and the sniper is good. They also have more than 2000 points.

Xie Ting must have seen him too, but he chose to ignore it, and only had ordinary tactical exchanges in his mouth: "Where to jump in this round?"

Chu Ya also didn't know each other: "Jump to the school to clean up the heads."

The scores of the two were high enough, and the other two teammates had no objections. The four-person team landed in a densely populated place like the school, and quickly relied on firepower to fight their way out of the school with 8 heads. Sweeping the opponent all the way, entered the penultimate lap.

They occupied the tower area in the center of the circle to shoot, and this round seemed to have a good chance of winning.

The whole team relaxed, and Xie Ting seemed to be still thinking about the system swiping prompt just now, and smacked his lips: "...that's ok, son, I've learned how to do it. Lei San killed."

Chu Ya finally heard his familiar tone again—but when she realized that she had been waiting for Xie Ting to come to her, Chu Ya immediately frowned, raised her hand, and threw Lei upstairs: "Fuck you, Dad knows you?"

Familiar with the cordial care from his teammates, Xie Ting was suddenly scolded, looking a little confused: "What the hell are you doing? I haven't sprayed your skin for three days, is it itchy?"

Chu Ya clenched his lips tightly, and wanted to go upstairs to kill his teammates without saying a word. Xie Ting originally occupied the second floor of the tower with a sniper rifle, but also changed to a submachine gun and jumped down: "It's okay, I'm not going to kill you just now!" .”

In front of an all-around player like Chu Ya, Xie Ting can be said to have no advantage in close combat. As soon as the sound of landing footsteps sounds, the ending can be predicted-Chu Ya is still polite to him, not when he jumps off the building and cannot control the route. He shot him directly in the first second, and waited for him to find a cover before the two sides began to fight each other for firepower and marksmanship.

Xie Ting said: "Father's kindness and son's filial piety are traditional virtues. Do you want me to let you, son?"

As soon as Chuya heard his voice, there was a suffocation in his chest: "Did you get your fucking dick in your fucking brain? I don't have time to talk to you."

There is no one around the center of the circle for the time being, and you can actually save your teammates by knocking them down. They already accounted for more than half of the team's total head count. The two teammates trembled when they saw them scolding vigorously, and dared not intervene. This wave of killing each other It's hard to avoid.

Chu Ya's AK was pressed firmly, and Xie Ting was directly bled with one shot. To put it bluntly, he hit Xie Ting just like a father hitting his son, but when he planned to shoot Xie Ting again, Xie Ting knelt down. Suddenly, the light in the net dimmed—by the time he realized that it wasn't the light that was dimming, but his own vision, it was too late.

It was dark for a while, Chuya took a breath, and instinctively grabbed the armrest, the pain like tearing stomach suddenly surged up like a flood, making him fall on the table and began to gasp for breath.

The game screen stopped, and he could only see a phantom. LX seemed to come out from behind the cover, but he didn't shoot anyone.

"Son, where's the person?" The other party looked puzzled, "Again? I just said a few words to you and you fucked up again? Your glass heart is a rare quality—"

Chu Ya clutched her aching abdomen, not listening to what Xie Ting was scolding, she only knew that not only did she not buy medicine, but also that she could not take ordinary medicine, so she could only rest her forehead on the edge of the table, and wait for it to relieve itself.

He originally thought that Xie Ting would knock him down with a shot while he was not there, but in the half-wisp of vision he had left, Xie Ting's figure stood in front of him, and even guarded him when someone came over , not letting anyone approach him, let alone letting anyone have any idea about his head.

Chu Ya was slightly stunned, as if the empty place in her heart had been stabbed.

The pain of abdominal cramping is still as he expected, and it will go through more and more serious stages at the beginning - fine beads of sweat climb up his temples, and he has no intention of looking at the screen anymore, the pain gradually occupies all his senses, so that he His elbow accidentally touched the keyboard, and the yellow hair in the seat next to him frowned, pushed the keyboard back, and cursed, "What are you doing?"

Chuya gritted her teeth, and could barely hear what the other party was saying, only feeling her shoulders being pushed.

"Fuck you, get out of the way, don't delay me from going wild."

Those who can get into the dark web in a city like Shanghai are usually not good at it.

Chu Ya's keyboard just crossed the line of the table, and didn't touch the opponent at all. Of course, it couldn't affect the wilderness, but the opponent obviously didn't win much in one night, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. He found an excuse and pushed him.

Chu Ya had noticed that the screen of the person sitting next to him was always black and white, but now he was pushed heavily by the other party. Of course, he couldn't give up. This time, he really pushed the keyboard hard, interfering with the other party's operation.

"F*ck your mother b." The other party's voice rose instantly, Chu Ya stared back, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "Cai forced to take Beng Sanlu and stop playing."

Junglers are notoriously hot-tempered, and this one in front of him seems to be no exception. He immediately lifted his keyboard and stood up straight away: "Are you fucking sick?"

Chu Ya sneered and said, "Your mother didn't infect me."

There was a tightening feeling in the collar instantly, and Chu Ya knew that the other party was holding him, and he was sweating all over. At this time, he could hardly exert any strength, and he must suffer from a fight, but if he swallowed this breath, he was not ChuY.

At this time, Xie Ting's voice came from the headset: "What's wrong?"

Chu Ya's palms were sweating from the pain, and he had no time to answer Xie Ting. He just clenched his fists in a daze, forgetting whether he had done anything, and also forgot when the noisy voices on the Internet began to become more chaotic. .

***

That was the first time Chuya met Xie Ting offline.

There were yellow-haired curses in his ears, and the voices of network administrators trying to persuade them to fight—the situation was almost subsided as he leaned towards the sofa, but at this moment, there was a noise at the door, and soon someone came over to the two of them. before.

The visitor's voice was deep and magnetic, it sounded familiar, yet a little strange.

The man first scolded: "Fuck, ChuY, it's really fucking you."

——Chu Ya immediately recognized that it was Xie Ting.

Chuya wanted to stand up but couldn't stand up, only heard the other party raised his voice, who was asking: "Did you touch my son?"

Huang Mao replied: "Your son? What happened to Daddy? What the hell are you—"

But Xie Ting didn't intend to listen to him at all. He punched him directly on the bridge of the nose. The surrounding tables and sofas were knocked out of place, and the net was completely messed up. Everyone had to cast their eyes over him. Xie Ting continued: : "You still dare to ask what's wrong? Today I go to the police station, you go to the funeral parlor if you don't go to the hospital, fuck off bb."

Huang Mao shouted and wanted to fight back, but under the dark light, Xie Ting grabbed his collar and dragged him directly to the back door of the net.

***

It took Chuya a long time to slow down her breathing.

He knew that as long as his own person was not dead, other people on the network would not care about him, so he turned over and sat up, and bought a bottle of drink from the network administrator on his back to renew his life, but the discussion gradually subsided, and Xie Ting also came back from the back door .

Probably his appearance and tattoos were scary enough, no one around dared to speak, they all quickly lowered their heads and continued to play their own games, Chu Ya closed his eyes, only Xie Ting's impatient voice could be heard.

"what's wrong with you?"

Chu Ya didn't have the strength to answer, so he lifted his arm covering his stomach conveniently: "You trash, did you have a stomachache or were you beaten?"

Chuya withdrew her hand forcefully and said, "None of your business."

The air at the end of summer was a little restless, Xie Ting asked, "You haven't showered or washed your hair for how many days?"

Chu Ya didn't remember how many days it was, but the same sentence: "... none of your business."

"I already recognize you as my son, so it's none of my business?" He was so sloppy that Xie Ting couldn't stand it, so he grabbed him and dragged him away, "Get out of my way."

Chu Ya repeatedly fucked your mother, but it didn't stop Xie Ting from still pulling him and throwing him into a dilapidated clinic nearby.

The doctor at the clinic had a simple conclusion at the beginning: "I have stomach problems, and I guess I don't eat regularly. I can get better after taking some medicine for two or three days. I will pay attention to it in the future."

Xie Ting asked, "Is there any trauma?"

The doctor looked at it and replied: "Fortunately, the bruise from the bump will be fine after applying some medicine."

Although Chu Ya's head was full of confusion, she still didn't want to die, so she tried her best to answer: "I... am allergic to some medicines."

This aroused the doctor's vigilance, and when he finished talking about the allergens, the other party was really embarrassed: "This is a bit troublesome, many medicines can't be used-but your pain is a bit serious, I can only find you pain relievers."

Of course, Xie Ting's fierce appearance and eyes were even fearful to the doctor. To avoid arguing afterwards, the doctor greeted him first: "...We happen to have a kind of medicine here, but it is a bit expensive. It costs more than 400 for two boxes of treatment. I will give it to you. Erase the zeros."

After speaking, as if to protect himself, he added: "This, if you go to a regular hospital to get this medicine, it may be more expensive, I didn't lie to you."

Xie Ting sat on the side, shaking Erlang's legs, his pair of blank eyes looked even more scary under the light: "Why, you still want to charge me money?"

The doctor was taken aback, opened his mouth and didn't dare to answer—Xie Ting sneered when he saw this, took out four 100 red bills and slapped them on the table, and said, "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously, I dare not offend the doctor if I offend anyone. , my son still depends on you to save him."

The other party licked his lips and nodded, and went to get the medicine. Chu Ya was leaning on the chair with his head bowed and his lips tightly closed, but Xie Ting lifted his collar and threw him on the narrow bed beside him, saying, "Lie down, son. "

Chuya is like a dying fish on the shore, only her lips can move: "I really haven't bathed for a few days..."

"Are you afraid of dirtying his place?" Xie Ting smiled, "This crappy clinic is just as good as psoriasis stickers on telephone poles. What are you afraid of?"

Chu Ya didn't want to trouble the doctor, but she couldn't get up, so she reluctantly stayed still. After getting the medicine, the doctor instructed the dosage and continued: "You'd better take a few bottles of medicine, so you can recover quickly."

"Summer is a period of high incidence of various gastrointestinal diseases, and your body temperature is also rising. If you don't control it now, it will be more troublesome."

Without waiting for Chuya to refuse, Xie Ting first agreed: "Yes, the miracle doctor is still alive, and it depends on you, the doctor."

"How much is the infusion?"

The doctor seemed to be reluctant to believe that he didn't really want to make a fuss, and replied: "The average bottle is about 30 yuan, for three consecutive days, plus a fever-reducing injection, it's 600 yuan for you."

Xie Ting took out some more money from his pocket: "Okay, then I'll come back to you tomorrow."

"Do whatever you want, don't panic, I'll take you to funeral for him after he's put to death."

The doctor nodded and went to prepare things. After Chuya took the medicine, he felt a needle pierce the back of his hand soon. He leaned against the bed, supported his consciousness and thought about it. It's not a small amount in itself, not to mention that they are strangers at all.

So regaining some consciousness, Chuya said: "In two days... I will pay you back the money."

While smoking a cigarette, Xie Ting replied: "You are fucking nonsense, my son is already this old, how can I still give you money for nothing?"

Chu Ya frowned and didn't answer the words.

His vision was not clear, so he didn't know if there were any other patients in the clinic, so he said, "...don't fuck... smoke here."

After hearing this, Xie Ting purposely sat a little closer, and blew all the cigarettes on his face: "Is my smoking bothering you?"

Chu Ya frowned: "I don't care, but this is a clinic."

Xie Ting looked around and said, "Oh, there is no one else, can you stop BB?"

It seemed that Xie Ting wouldn't listen either. Chuya didn't speak any more, but just raised his hand and adjusted the speed of the infusion tube to the maximum, wanting to finish the infusion quickly.

"Are you crazy?" Xie Ting lowered the speed and said, "You're not looking for death like that."

Chu Ya retorted: "Since it is within the adjustable range, there will be no problem."

"I want you to educate me?" Xie Ting didn't let him increase the infusion speed, and put out the cigarette casually. The clinic was too quiet late at night, maybe because of boredom, Xie Ting changed the subject, "Come on, son, how about the two of us?" Do you want to chat about family matters?—Dad wants to know, where do you live now?"

Chu Ya didn't want to talk about it, but couldn't swallow the breath: "Wang, occasionally find a five-star hotel nearby to sleep for two days."

Xie Ting snorted and said, "Five-star hotel? I think it's a shabby hotel?"

His sarcasm was beyond words: "How did our master ChuY get to this point? No money?"

Chu Ya let out a heavy breath and didn't want to say more, just replied: "...my money is used for other things."

Xie Ting took out his phone, and it seemed that he started a mobile game: "Do you want me to help you? Come to our team, and the new season will start in a few months, and you will be able to play regular games again."

It seems that he understands the twists and turns of the e-sports circle: "Did you offend someone who couldn't afford to offend you in the first team? Don't be fooled, we form our own team and we will definitely not appear again. This kind of thing."

"Otherwise, are you really going to give up like this?"

"You're only in your teens and you didn't even go to high school. Why would you go there? I'm afraid you'll get a stomach attack on the way and make it into the social news."

Xie Ting's mobile phone sounded the three-kill notification tone, and the clinic's light was pale. When the female voice of the system was added to pentakill, there was no excitement in his voice, only a touch of calm.

He said: "Let's start from scratch, what's the big deal."

Start over.

Looking at the mottled ceiling, Chuya couldn't help laughing for a moment, but said nothing.

After a while, Xie Ting stood up and poured him a glass of water without forcing him: "Come on son, drink more hot water."

Chu Ya took the water and reluctantly thanked her, but as she sipped her cup, she gradually realized something was wrong: "...how do you know which network I am on?"

The other party lowered his head and was killing special kills, and replied absent-mindedly: "Your Internet-breaking boss really thinks that he is driving a palace, and he plays XXX network recharge specials, five kills and rewards at every turn. I'm tired of hearing it, massage and bathing city None of it can."

"...I came here by car. The name of the net is quite special. I have brothers who know where it is."

The website Chuya went to is at the junction of Yangpu and Baoshan. Looking at the name of Xie Ting's YY channel, he should be in Yangpu, and it is indeed very close.

"My son still has a car?" Chu Ya taunted, Xie Ting replied: "A motorcycle is also called a car, and I spent [-] to modify it."

Anyway, this can barely be regarded as a meeting of netizens, and Xie Ting also helped Chu Ya, so Chu Ya continued to ask: "Okay, then what did you do to that yellow hair?"

Xie Ting was so focused on the game that he didn't even raise his head: "Don't tell me, he went to the hospital, and I went to the police station. The police should come to me tomorrow morning after checking the surveillance - it seems that this place is still in the Yangpu area. I'm an old friend, and I should be able to come out in a week."

His voice didn't care: "Oh, of course, the premise is that the yellow hair dares to call the police after hearing my words."

"However, I didn't go too far. I just tore off my son's hand if he did it. It should be a little trauma and a broken finger. I'll be fine if I don't play games for two days."

After speaking, Xie Ting asked: "What are you doing with Daddy when you're still awake?"

Chu Ya's lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end she only showed an expression of being too lazy to pay attention to him, closed her eyes and fell asleep quickly.

***

In Chuya's dream that day, there were always brilliant lights on the field, loud audience shouts, buzzing headset current, scattered multi-language commentary, and the moon hanging in the sky in the small county town of his hometown.

It is his pleasure, but also his loneliness.

Even though a stranger was by his side, he remembered the time and time again of parting. For others, it was just an ordinary gathering, but for him, it took away his light every time and made him return to the abyss. .

But he is not that good at expressing, he can't open his mouth, and he can't keep it.

As the night gradually deepened, he could feel himself crying, and someone scolded fiercely: "Damn...you are crying for your mother, don't I fucking beat you back?"

Chu Ya didn't fully wake up, but only remembered that someone came over to change his medicine several times in a daze, and the person sitting beside him kept his head down, as if he had been playing games all night.

***

When she woke up in the morning, Xie Ting was gone. Chuya saw two bills beside the pillow, and the doctor came over and said, "You stay in my clinic for two days, and you can take a shower upstairs."

Chuya took the money and wanted to hand it over, but the other party replied: "No, he has already given it."

This made Chuya puzzled: "Then this money..."

The doctor gave him a bowl of porridge that he was also eating, and said, "Your brother said to leave it to you, and you can look at the flowers yourself."

"..." Chu Ya almost choked to death, "That idiot is not my brother...!"

The doctor said "Oh" and said, "Then what's the relationship between you two?"

Chuya drank the porridge and said, "Netizen, I don't know."

It's not a lie to say that he doesn't know each other. Last night, his consciousness was slack throughout. It can be said that he didn't understand what Xie Ting looked like. He only remembered that there were large tattoos on the other's arms and neck.

The clinic is very small, no one comes in during the daytime, and the doctor is probably free, so he sat on the bench next to him and started asking: "Then he will pay for you?"

Chuya looked at the small medicine bottle in her hand repeatedly, vaguely recalling the price quoted by the doctor last night, suddenly recalled it, and looked up at the other party: "... two boxes of this medicine cost 400 for a course of treatment?"

Xie Ting didn't know the price, but Chuya knew it. After all, it's not like he never bought it before.

The "doctor" in front of him almost choked and said, "Did you... hear that?"

Chu Ya frowned, her expression was actually quite scary: "Walk in wealth and wealth?"

The other party coughed a few times and quickly put down the bowl: "...I'll refund you the difference."

Chuya looked at the glass medicine bottle in the trash can: "Return together."

The other party hesitated and nodded quickly, so Chuya stayed here for three days, not only didn't spend a penny, but also took hundreds of dollars. The first thing to do was to go back to the Internet and prepare to recharge the Internet fee for a week.

However, when the Internet boss saw him, his expression was different from before, and he took the initiative to hand over a bottle of drink: "You can find any machine to surf the Internet, free of charge, and the drink will be given to you."

Chu Ya looked at the drink worth 8 yuan in his hand, and was a little confused. The boss said, "You said earlier that you knew Xie Ting, and I won't charge you from the beginning."

Chu Ya frowned: "... Boss, when did you know him again?"

The other party coughed and replied, "Just yesterday."

"..." Chu Ya was speechless for a moment, put down his drink and didn't intend to accept this "kindness", but every black net he could find within a few kilometers around had the same meaning.

It seems that Xie Ting showed his photos to all the online front desks, telling them not to charge money.

Chu Ya's mentality exploded. Originally, black nets were very rare in Shanghai, and it would be troublesome to get familiar with it in another area. So in the end, he could only find a random one to sit down and click on Xie Ting's YY channel directly.

It was still early, and Xie Ting was alone in the channel. The other party said, "Hey, it's finally here? I thought quack doctors put you to death."

Chu Ya asked him: "What the hell did you say to the people on the Internet?"

Xie Ting was absent-minded, and replied: "I have added friends and told them not to charge you money, I will give it to you, don't worry."

"Don't make me look like a gangster, I'm a serious professional e-sports player now, okay?"

Chuya gritted her teeth and said, "I don't need it."

Xie Ting sneered: "I don't care if you need it or not? I just need you to join the team."

"How about it, have you been touched by the warmth of father's love?"

Chuya was so angry that she wanted to kill: "Where are you now, grandson?"

Now that he has come into contact with online sparring and offline, he feels that it is very necessary for him to fight with Xie Ting face to face.

Xie Ting clicked his tongue in the headset and said, "Son, turn around, Dad is about two rows behind you."

Chu Ya was taken aback, turned around and saw Xie Ting tilting his head from behind the screen, showing a fierce face, and whistled at him.

This was the first time that Chu Ya saw the other person's appearance clearly - Xie Ting's cropped hair, a letter hidden on the side, raised eyebrows, dull eyes, tattoos and pierced ears, according to very common secular standards, this is Very typical appearance of bad youth.

Chu Ya stood up awkwardly, walked over and said, "Fight?"

The other party looked up at him and replied, "No, I have always been a loving father."

Chu Ya couldn't help kicking his chair: "What the hell do you want?"

The other party saw that there was no one around, sighed and looked sincere: "Why do you insist on making things difficult for money? I just want you to join the team—ChuY, if you really don't want to continue playing games, at the beginning Just delete the game friends, Shanghai is so big, can I really find you?"

Chu Ya was slightly stunned and fell silent.

Seeing this, Xie Ting handed over a cigarette, and continued: "Just let me try, okay? If not, it won't hinder you."

Chu Ya suppressed the corner of his mouth, unable to refute. Then, he took Xie Ting's cigarette and sat down next to him, and said, "...What are you playing in this round? Take you to the top of the game, just treat it as my repayment." .”

Xie Ting looked at him for two seconds, with a face full of humiliation: "Your power leveling fee is a bit expensive, God Chu?"

The two of them clicked on the rust red game logo, chose the middle lane and the carry position as usual, and they were fighting for the head all over the game——now it's all right, from online to offline, the whole Internet is full of them cursing, comparing to playing The sound of the people playing the dance troupe typing on the keyboard is still loud.

***

The two of them hang out in the net like this for many days, and no one dares to mess with them within a radius of [-] li.

On a certain late night when autumn was approaching, Xie Ting had already witnessed Chu Ya's stomach attack three times, and gradually changed from irritable to helpless.

"Did we have dinner last night?"

"Fuck, I forgot."

The environment on the Internet is dark and dark, and the schedules of bad boys are also upside down day and night. When the game is opened in full screen, they often fail to notice the time. Chu Ya himself also forgot whether he ate or not last night. The whole person is lying on the table and cannot move. Xie Ting He could only take out his mobile phone, with a look of indifference: "Forget it, I'll set an alarm clock and I'll convince you."

"If it weren't for the expensive medicine, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

Later, Xie Ting took out the medicine that Chu Ya didn't bring with him, and threw it in front of him: "Take it quickly."

Chuya asked, "Where's the water?"

"You fucking——" Xie Ting was almost troubled by him, "won't you just eat it?"

Chuya shook her head as a matter of course: "No. It's too bitter, so I don't like to take medicine."

"...Do you have no spare money to buy medicine or are you afraid of suffering?" Xie Ting kicked his chair away and went to the front desk to buy a bottle of water and a pack of plum sugar. "Why is I like my mother taking a three-year-old child?"

Chuya looked at the mineral water bottle in his hand and continued, "I want hot water."

Xie Ting raised all the muscles on his face, and replied, "Are you fucking looking for a beating?"

Chu Ya was also polite: "Fuck your mother, how do you drink cold water?"

Under the dim light, Xie Ting looked at his sweaty forehead, so he had no choice but to get up and go to the front desk, and returned with a cup of hot water in a disposable water cup.

"Isn't it just a stomach problem? If you drink cold water, you won't fucking die."

Chu