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

The audience in the live broadcast room almost never stopped boiling.

[I rely on it! !There is a tacit understanding! ! 】

[I fucking can't help but want to start CP! !Stop me now! ! 】

[I'm crazy, that little brother with a really nice voice, come out soon, I'm going to climb the wall! ! ! 】

[Be sober! ! ! 】

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The two fought all the way to P City.

Fortunately, the final round was held at a school not far from P City.

Jiang Fei glanced at the remaining number of people, filled himself with medicine, then jumped out of the car and shot wildly at the car body.Many of the bullets hit Qi Yu's body, knocking out half of his blood.

"The road to success is always lonely." Jiang Fei said blankly, and after finishing speaking, she felt that Qi Yu might not understand what she said, and added, "In short, I am more suitable for solo queuing."

In fact, he was still brooding over the fact that Qi Yu wanted to kill him in the last round.

Now that he has finally caught an opportunity to take revenge, will he let it go?

"FUCK!!!" Qi Yu couldn't help cursing, then hurriedly speeded up.

Can this person still communicate?Brainless?How could it be so easy to turn your back on someone? !Forgot who blocked the bullet in front of him?Forget who helped him up at the risk of being shot in the head? !

It is more suitable for single row, is this the reason why the muzzle is aimed hard at oneself? ? ?

After a long silence, Jiang Fei suddenly said, "Are you scolding me in your heart?"

"Ah?" Qi Yu didn't expect him to ask such a question, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, even the frequency of blinking was a bit guilty, "No, you think too much."

There was an instant burst of laughter in the live broadcast room, which was mixed with the screams of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" from a group of fans who were critically hit by Qi Yu's wink.

"I still feel that you are scolding me." Jiang Fei curled her lips, her voice was lukewarm and very balanced.

Qi Yu couldn't help smiling, and suddenly felt that Jiang Fei was a little cute.

"Shouldn't you be grateful to Zaide?" Jiang Fei put away the gun and ran away. "It's easier for me to kill you than to crush an ant, but I still choose to let you live. After all, I am still very kind."

Qi Yu's smile froze on his face.

He really thought Jiang Fei was cute after being kicked in the head by a donkey. How could this kind of person who is so defiant and so bad-tempered be hooked on the word cute?

After several shots fired one after another, there were only three people left in the audience.

Qi Yu hid in a room and sprayed medicine: "Speak out, I know you're still there."

This situation is very unfavorable to him. In terms of long-range sniping, he is no match for Jiang Fei, but he can't force Jiang Fei out, so he can only hide in the poisonous area and fight for medicine.

"It's pretty good that you've survived until now." Jiang Fei said flatly, nestling in a corner of the wall and stuck in the angle of view, "Let's make a quick decision. After all, there is still one person waiting for me to solve it."

Whoever moves first will die.

Qi Yu gritted his teeth, checked the remaining potions in the backpack, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, who is the third person?What a cunt, how the hell can last this long.

After a while, the third person will be boiled to death, and he will be able to eat chicken.

Another 30 seconds passed, Qi Yu used up the last bandage, and there were still three people left on the field.

He gritted his teeth, watched his blood drop rapidly, took out a grenade, and pulled the fuse.

I can only be reckless.

As a result, as soon as he got up and was about to throw it out, a deafening gunshot exploded in his ears.

【Good luck, have chicken tonight】

Jiang Fei let out a breath, looked at the eight big characters on the screen with satisfaction, and stretched her waist.

He turned off the computer, took the thermos cup, and went to the training room of the first team on the third floor without rushing.

"Coming?" Jiang Han just finished the broadcast, and was sitting there flexing his wrists, when he heard footsteps, he greeted without raising his head.

"En." Jiang Fei nodded, sat on the side, raised Erlang's legs, and looked at him calmly.

Fu Xiaobo was still broadcasting live there.

Ma Zitong has been working hard to keep the camera far away so as not to capture Fu Xiaobo's full face. After a while, he finds it troublesome, so he put his hands on his hips and scolded him: "Can you lose weight?! Look at others Jiang Han, do you need me to work so hard?! I heard Jiang Han said that you were wearing slippers to play in the Golden League yesterday. Where did you have the courage?! You..."

Jiang Han seemed to have heard such words too much. He leaned on the gaming chair and picked his ears, with a familiar expression: "It's like this all day long, it's really lively."

Jiang Fei curled her lips: "It's almost time to retire? We should also give our younger generations some opportunities to develop."

Jiang Han smiled when he heard the words: "Are you so impatient?"

"I can't wait for you to abdicate." Jiang Fei nodded.

"It's so late, go to bed." Jiang Han didn't answer him directly, but politely avoided the topic.

The two of them suddenly fell into silence, and even the air around them became oppressed.

Jiang Fei stood up fiercely and looked down at him: "Forget about the pain, don't take your wrist!" Then he turned and left, even the sound of footsteps was a little angry.

Jiang Han looked at his back, froze for two seconds, then smiled.

How do you think people can be so entangled?If you are concerned, just speak out, if you are worried, greet you, and you have to be fierce to care about people.Can you die if you speak well?

"Captain." Fu Xiaobo turned off the live broadcast, put away his laughing face, and turned his chair to Jiang Han, "The PCPI warm-up competition is about to start in half a month, can you last until then? "

"Even if you can't, can you bear Jiang Fei's temper?" Jiang Han laughed, skillfully took out a cigarette from his pocket, and was forced back by Ma Zitong's murderous eyes just as he was about to light it.

"Okay, stop smoking." Jiang Han sighed, and played with the filter in his hand, "Jiang Fei's character can't be changed in ten days and half a month. I'm retiring at this juncture, what should FB do? Jiang Fei is now even There are no gimmicks or exposure, what if the sponsors withdraw their funds? What does the club rely on?"

Ma Zitong pursed her lips and remained silent.

This scene was the last thing he wanted to see. If the sponsors knew about Jiang Han's wrist injury, they would definitely withdraw their funds.

What about the club?If no one takes over, will FB completely disband and find their own home?

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Qi Yu stretched himself in front of the camera, rubbed his messy little curly hair, and began to say good night to the audience in the live broadcast room, ready to start the broadcast.

[I want to ask Yushen how he feels when he was matched with brother Lengyan twice today~]

A barrage flew by, just in time to be caught by Qi Yu.

He bowed his head and chuckled: "Perhaps, he is a pretty good partner."

After speaking, the live broadcast room boiled again.

Qi Yu said good night a few more times and turned off the live broadcast.

"Downloaded?" Ji Rutang yawned and patted him on the shoulder, "I wanted to join you, but it's too late now, so go to bed."

"Hey, you should be more diligent in the future, don't stop broadcasting all the time." Qi Yu was lying on the gaming chair, smiling happily, "Be more diligent, or you may live in a double row with me in the future."

"Oh, let's talk again." Ji Rutang perfunctory, turned around and closed the door.

Immediately, the slightly sleepy expression on his face disappeared, and Ji Rutang held the doorknob and leaned against the wall.It's not that he doesn't want to start the broadcast, but that there is no one to support him.

The hottest time in the live broadcast room was the days when he and Qi Yu double rowed for CP.Not everyone can succeed in live broadcasting, and he is an example of failure.

Ji Rutang shook his head slightly, sighed softly, and went back to the rented house next door.

Qi Yu looked down at the time, it was two o'clock in the morning.

He is a typical night owl, the more energetic the later the night.

The autumn evening wind had already brought a little coolness. He had just opened the window to get some air, but a gust of cold wind pulled his neck back, shivering and then went to wrap his coat.

Qi Yu wrapped himself up thickly, and almost put on his winter clothes. He looked left and right in the mirror, and then went out to look for food in satisfaction.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and the cool wind carried the fallen leaves and drifted past him, adding a hint of desolation.

His mood also became desolate.

Thinking about it, I have lived for 20 years no matter what, and in the end I even got along with someone who can be my companion.

The shops along the street have long been closed, and only a few small shops with few customers are still open.The dim light is no different from a guiding lighthouse for night hunters in this dark night.

Qi Yu let out a long breath, and trotted all the way into the familiar wonton shop.

"Hey, are you here?" The proprietress is a kind-hearted old woman, she lost her eyes when she saw him coming, "Still the same?"

"That's right." Qi Yu smiled and sat on the side rubbing his hands.

Suddenly, the person sitting at the table in front of him attracted all his attention.Qi Yu's movements of rubbing his hands became slower and slower. He opened his eyes wide open, trying to make up the man's face through his back view.

"Miss Boss, it's so late, why are there still people?" Qi Yu asked softly.

"Ah, he is also a regular customer." The proprietress smiled and wrapped wontons for him, "It's just that he comes here at four o'clock in the morning every time, so you haven't met before. I don't know why today is earlier."

"Oh, that's it." Qi Yu nodded, and after thinking for a while, he still held the night's hot soup in both hands and came across to that person. He raised his chin and greeted with a smile, "Brother, are you alone?"

Jiang Fei was very annoying.

You can meet chatterboxes like mobile bait every time you eat.

Doesn't it count as being harassed in the game?How can you be haunted by chatterboxes when you come to eat a bowl of supper in the middle of the night?

He looked up at the yellow curly hair in front of him, resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and hummed.

"Why do you still eat this stuffing? I recommended it to them and they all said it was unpalatable!" Qi Yu glanced at his bowl, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Jiang Fei stopped answering.

Throw it away, throw it away now, and never eat this stuffed wonton again.

"Why don't you talk?" Qi Yu curled his lips, lying on the table in frustration, "Okay, I'll shut up."

"I've been playing games all day, so I don't want to talk." Jiang Fei took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth twice, making a rare step down for others.

"Thank you." Qi Yu took the wonton and smiled at the proprietress.

Jiang Fei looked at him quietly, and found that this man was like an angel when he didn't speak, and he could easily shatter other people's illusions about him when he spoke.

You said, can't you talk less because you are so good-looking?Baba all day, for fear that others will not know that I have a mouth.

"What are you looking at?" Qi Yu couldn't help asking, embarrassed by being stared at.

"Look at you." Jiang Fei was expressionless.

"This...how embarrassing." Qi Yu's young man's heart swayed for a moment, and he couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising, "You are not bad."

"Don't get me wrong." Jiang Fei picked up the bowl, ready to drink some hot soup, "I said the same to the stray dogs outside."

Qi Yu shook his hand and almost dropped the bowl to the ground.He was about to slap the table to get up and reason with him, but he just stood up and left.

Qi Yu looked at his back, about 184 tall, tall and tall, with his hands in his pockets, he disappeared from his field of vision bit by bit.

I don't know why, but suddenly there is a sense of sadness.

Qi Yu withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and silently ate a bowl of wontons, bid farewell to the proprietress, and left.

On the way home, I passed an Internet cafe.Even though it was late at night, the Internet cafe was still brightly lit and bustling.

When he got closer, he saw a man standing in front of the Internet cafe, a man.

A black coat, a handsome face, and a mouth without a hint of a smile—the person I just met at dinner.

"Playing games?" Jiang Fei turned to look at him.

"If you want, you can accompany me." Qi Yu raised his head with a smile on his lips.