Don't point the gun at me [e-sports]

Qi Yu ran back to lie on the sofa with bare feet, and started sending messages to Jiang Fei:

Brother, do you miss me?

Jiang Fei's news came two seconds later:

fart.

Really concise two words.Qi Yu was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, shaking and shaking, the corners of his mouth raised into a disdainful arc.

Miss me?The fuck wants to send me [-] wechat messages a day. Is this called missing me?

Zhen Nima is awkward, and she wants to save face and suffer.

The two spat at each other for a while as soon as you came and I went back, and then they hit it off and went to the Internet cafe where they often hang out.

"I thought you were dead." Jiang Fei glanced at him calmly, staring at him for a longer time this time, but turned his gaze to the computer in time.

"I advise you to accumulate some virtue." Qi Yu glared at him, then flipped the phone over and stuck it on the table, rubbing his hands, "This time the PCPI was played well, keep up the good work."

"Is it the first day you know that I'm good?" Jiang Fei sneered, and turned on LOL, "E-sports, food is the original sin." After that, she explained, afraid that Qi Yu would not understand, "For example, If you were the one standing in that position today, you might not be able to get such a result."

The corner of Qi Yu's mouth twitched when he heard this: "How the hell did you explain it so clearly?"

Jiang Fei pouted: "I'm afraid you don't understand."

"I don't understand your mother's ass." Qi Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Not long after the game started, Jiang Fei was repeatedly called by Ma Zitong.He frowned, and after picking it up, he held the phone away from his ears with two fingers.

"Urging you to go back?" Qi Yu glanced at him, and instantly figured out what happened.

"Yeah." Jiang Fei pinched the center of her eyebrows, guessing that the training might be over there, so she picked it up lazily, "What's wrong?"

The anger that Ma Zitong had just suppressed was forced up again by his calmness and lightness. He stood outside the training room with his hips akimbo and lost his temper: "You still ask?! You still have the face to ask?!! You fucking say it again , Okay, we're back! You fucking sleep until four or five in the afternoon, okay, I didn't want to call you! But, it's fucking training time, where are you? Where are you??"

"In an Internet cafe." Jiang Fei said truthfully.

Qi Yu let go of the mouse, and looked at him with his chin resting on his chin in a nonchalant manner, with a smile on his face that he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"Are you in... an internet cafe???" Ma Zitong felt as if he was about to suffocate. He held onto the railing tightly, fearing that he would accidentally slip down from it. "Do you think our base's Internet speed is slow or the computer is poor?"

"In the base..."

Without Qi Yu.

Jiang Fei couldn't say the second half of the sentence, but unnaturally glanced at Qi Yu who was beside him with wide-eyed eyes, and then quickly looked away.

How does this make him say?Qi Yu was sitting beside him, so he couldn't laugh at himself to death if he said it?

What a shame.

"What's the matter in the base?" Ma Zitong's voice raised a few more decibels, "You eat less and drink less? You've only been famous for a long time, isn't it a little early to start despising the base? You forgot that you were still in the youth When training the team, who picked shit..."

"Stop talking!" Jiang Fei frowned, her voice rarely sullen, "I'll go back now."

"...Okay." Ma Zitong was startled by his sudden voice, and shrank to the side like a frightened groundhog. It was only after several "beeps" on the other end of the phone that he realized it later. put down the phone.

What's wrong with Jiang Fei?You can't even make fun of him?Is it possible to touch the thunder point?But there's nothing wrong with that, right?Or did you say that you lost your game after two rounds of major tournaments?

Ma Zitong, who is as sensitive as a little girl, is destined to be unable to calm down.

Qi Yu thought he was angry, so he hurriedly put away his optimistic attitude and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay, who hasn't been trained yet, don't be angry, ah?"

Jiang Fei didn't speak, just stared at him.

Qi Yu felt hairy when he was looked at, so he couldn't help but push him, and smiled, "Can you fucking stop looking at me like that? I'm panicking."

"Can you still comfort people?" Jiang Fei turned his head away and moved his wrist, "I always thought you were the kind of person who couldn't spit ivory out of a dog's mouth."

Qi Yu sneered: "I beg you, don't introduce yourself, and go back to the training match safely."

Jiang Fei stood up, moved her body, her eyes fell on Qi Yu, and she took it back after a long time: "Then I'll go first. You...you look at WeChat."

"I know!" Qi Yu pushed him with a smile.

As soon as Jiang Fei stepped into the base, he saw Ma Zitong waiting for him against the wall in the cold wind. His eyes were red, and those who didn't know it thought he had just cried.

In fact, he was so wronged that he was about to cry.

"What do you mean?" Ma Zitong said straight to the point.

"I just want you to stop talking nonsense sooner." Jiang Fei looked at him calmly, lying without changing expression or heartbeat.

As for the real reason, Jiang Fei couldn't tell the second person because of the problem of face.

Ma Zitong was stunned by such a happy answer.

Then he covered his face, pretended to cry, and howled dryly: "Then just say it, why are you so cruel? Do you know that he is really uncomfortable? He almost wanted to jump off the third floor!"

Jiang Fei gave him a disgusted look, as if he was afraid of needles in his eyes, and walked towards the training room while rubbing the goose bumps on his arms.

He felt that Ma Zitong had been wronged by being a manager. If he made a good film, he might be able to catch up with this year's Oscar winner.

Under the guidance of Jiang Han, the three started a training match.

"Where's Fu Xiaobo?" Looking at the vacant commando position, Jiang Fei couldn't help asking Ma Zitong, who was standing behind him as a supervisor.

"...You train, don't worry about other things." Ma Zitong hesitated to speak, exchanged glances with Jiang Han before giving up completely, "Anyway, it won't affect the PCPI finals."

Jiang Fei naturally didn't believe his nonsense, but seeing that he really didn't intend to say anything, he nodded his head and let it go.

But it's hard to not have a commando in the team, and there is no one who can take up the free position in FB, so a few people have to hang around in the house and bully others.

The passerby game is okay, Jiang Fei can fight for the top three alone, but if it is placed in the PCPI finals...

Jiang Fei pursed her lips and let go of the mouse: "Without Fu Xiaobo, I can't fight. Where is the assaulter? There are less than half a month before the final, and we are always three?"

Ma Zitong scratched his scalp, wishing to let his hair fall out 20 years earlier.With both hands behind his back, he turned back and forth in a circle, and the remaining three people were bigger than the other.

"Can you stop turning?" The platoon leader supported his head, "I am dizzy." He pointed to the darkened computer screen and said angrily, "Look, look, it's all because of you! It's all because of you !"

"Oh, that's fine, don't talk about it!" Ma Zitong stopped, as if he had finally found an outlet for his emotions, and yelled at several people, "Aren't I annoying?! The big deal is to transfer someone from the second team to make up for it! Fatty, he The PCPI finals start, well, don’t talk about PCPI, the fat man may not come back after the fucking PGI starts!!!”

"What's the matter?" Mao Mao frowned, and simply hung up the phone. He turned his chair and looked at Ma Zitong, as serious as a frontier soldier.

Jiang Han leaned against the wall and smoked without speaking.

According to the past, Jiang Han would never smoke in the training room, especially in front of Jiang Fei.But now it is obvious that he is not in the mood to take care of these.

When everyone was silent and the atmosphere was stalemate, Hu Tao came in, still carrying the damp and cold air outside.

"What's wrong?" He rubbed his hands, still not recovering from the cold.

"Hey, it's still about the fat man." Ma Zitong leaned over and lowered his voice, "They don't know about it, so let's not tell them yet."

"Oh..." Hu Tao's face darkened instantly, he glanced away uncomfortably, and then his eyes fell on Jiang Fei, "It's nothing, the second team will recruit people today, and it won't delay you normal training."

"No matter how good the assaulter of the second team is, how can there be a fat man?" The platoon leader also turned to look at Ma Zitong, and he glanced at his bony fist, "Don't look at the fat man's small fist, which is so fleshy. It's still not easy to mess with, just hit FPP thief!"

"That's a pity." Hu Tao scratched his hair, "You may not see him for a while."

Jiang Fei silently looked at Jiang Han, who was also silent, and fell into deep thought.

The assaulter of the second team arrived soon. He was a cute little boy. After more than two hours of the training match, his palms were sweating crazily from nervousness.

Seeing this, Ma Zitong sighed softly and waved his hands to let them go back to rest.

Jiang Fei dawdled to the end, and after everyone was gone, she grabbed Jiang Han's wrist, and then it bounced away like an electric shock, and then supported his arm and shook it: "What's wrong with Fu Xiaobo. "

Jiang Han was amused by his behavior: "As for it, it's not that hypocritical."

"What did Fu Xiaobo do? Is there anything more important than the PCPI finals?" Jiang Fei asked unwillingly.

"Something happened at home." Jiang Han suppressed his smile and said flatly, "Do you know why you hurried back from Shanghai?"

Jiang Fei looked at him, and instantly understood that FB came back overnight, not because of the simple reason that she wanted to come back.

"Fu Xiaobo may be retiring." Jiang Han sighed, and lit another cigarette while speaking, "He is an old member of FB, and he worked hard together. He has suffered a lot from sitting and playing professionally all the year round."

Jiang Fei frowned, aware of the seriousness of the matter.

"His mother was recently relapsed and hospitalized, and Fu Xiaobo went to take care of her." Jiang Han couldn't help looking up at the moon, "After her mother is discharged from the hospital, they will go back to their hometown together and won't stay here anymore."

"Then what about the assaulters of our team?" Jiang Fei asked suddenly.

"Let the second team fill the gap first." Jiang Han smoked, "At worst, I will play a free position. In short, I will not let FB stop at PCPI."

Jiang Fei was silent for a while, and then her calm eyes suddenly lit up: "Perhaps, I can recommend someone to you, the assault position, who plays very well."

"Really?" Jiang Han chuckled, "I thought someone as proud as you would have no opponent in his eyes."

"Adversary?" Jiang Fei sneered, "Is he worthy too?"

Two seconds later, Jiang Fei sighed resignedly. He was afraid that he would not give Qi Yu a chance if he said that to Jiang Han, so he changed his words: "Well, he is indeed very powerful."

But afraid that Jiang Han might misunderstand something, he added: "Of course, that's not as good as me."

Jiang Han finally laughed out loud.