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

"What to eat?" Qi Yu opened the refrigerator door and picked out a carrot, feeling a little distressed, "Is it too time-consuming to fry shredded carrots in the morning?"

Jiang Feiduan sat there, chewing and eating the bread slowly: "Whatever you want, I'm full."

Qi Yu sneered, and closed the refrigerator with a "bang": "I'm not asking you, just talk to yourself to understand."

Jiang Fei curled her lips, took a sip of hot milk, picked up the car keys: "I'll go to the base first."

Almost from the moment they opened their eyes, the atmosphere between the two became tense.

It's bound to be an extraordinary day.

Today, FB will select the best member of the team.

To say this is the best, apart from herself, Jiang Fei really can't think of a suitable candidate.

Qi Yu, too irritable, and easily impulsive during competitions, is not suitable.

The platoon leader, looking old, the best, the best, appearance must also be a factor.

Ji Rutang... Taicai.

Looking back at myself, in terms of game technology, PGI ranks first in China in terms of personal kills, and also led FB to win the FPP championship; in terms of appearance, let alone, two words, good-looking; in terms of personality, For so many years, when did the character set that I have been carefully maintaining collapse?Approachable, lively and cheerful.

Although he thought that this award was too naive, but in summary, there was really no suitable candidate except himself.

The title of FB's best player is no one else.

Qi Yu on the other side hadn't set off yet, he stuffed a few dorayaki into his mouth and hurried out the door.

The title of FB's best player is bound to be won.

The two met each other on the first floor, rolled their eyes at each other to show respect, and then walked side by side habitually.

"Isn't pointless competition very childish?" Qi Yu glared at him.

Jiang Fei looked at him from the corner of his eye: "You also feel that you are not capable of taking on this title?"

Qi Yu sneered: "Heh, if I'm not the winner, could it be you? You have such a bad personality, if the whole team didn't let you go, you would have been bullied to the point where you've already been bullied."

Jiang Fei put her hands in her pockets, her face livid: "I don't want to argue with you."

Outside the youth training room, the two men were arguing louder and faster, and their footsteps were getting faster and faster. It seemed that there would be a winner in such a trivial matter as who arrived first.

In the training room, two people were whispering.

"Arguing again?"

"Aren't you used to it yet?"

"Bang!" The two doors of the training room of the first team were pushed open almost at the same time, a strong cold wind rushed into the room instantly, and Ma Zitong was instantly numb.

He stood where he was, with a stack of documents in his hand, staring blankly at the two men blocking the door in front of him.

Jiang Fei loosened the scarf, with a stern face: "Fortunately, I am still number one."

Qi Yu sneered: "Obviously I opened the door first."

Ji Rutang and the platoon leader, who had arrived early, swallowed, and wisely kept silent.

Ma Zitong coughed twice: "Just come, close the door quickly, and I will tell you about the selection of the best players this time."

As soon as the words fell, the two immediately slammed the door, pulled the chairs and sat down, and even the movements of rolling their eyes were highly synchronized.

"About the best players, we mainly select from two aspects." Ma Zitong sat on the side, scanning everyone's faces one by one, "The first is the level of the game."

Jiang Fei smiled secretly, thinking exactly the same as herself.

Ma Zitong continued: "Secondly, there is the issue of appearance. It is best to attract sponsorship for our team. It is best to attract fans at that stop and increase their purchasing power."

Jiang Fei was expressionless, but her mouth was already grinning happily to the back of her head.

This, this, this... Isn't this an award tailor-made for him?

"After the coaching staff's discussion, of course, I also participated." Ma Zitong coughed dryly, "Ji Rutang, I'll make a video later to record my mental journey over the past few years."

Ji Rutang who was suddenly caught by the cue was stunned for two seconds, then his eyes widened: "Is it me?"

Ma Zitong frowned, and closed the file: "It's you, why, are you not happy?"

"Oh, no, no." Ji Rutang waved his hands again and again, and then went to shoot the video in a hurry.

Ma Zitong's tone was too ordinary, which made it seem that two people were making too much fuss.

"Aren't you hot?" The platoon leader glanced at Jiang Fei and asked, "Why are you still wearing a down jacket when the air conditioner is turned on at 27 degrees?"

With a cold face, Jiang Fei squeezed out two words between her teeth: "I'm cold."

Only Qi Yu knew that this dude was wearing a formal suit, and even prepared his acceptance speech for the award.

But he is not in the mood to ridicule now, because he himself put on some perfume on purpose this morning.

Now, the two men have their own secrets, and without saying much, they reserved the last pair of underwear for each other.

This battle, after all, is still a draw.

"Do you know that Nanyan is back?" Ma Zitong raised his head suddenly, "Although I hate him very much, you, Team Jiang, are still in his hands after all."

"Get to the point." Jiang Fei had a cold face, his palms covering the mouse were already sweating slightly, he was almost dying of heat.

"There is a party tonight, to celebrate FB's championship." Ma Zitong said succinctly, "Nanyan hosted it, and the battle was very big. 24 teams were invited to attend, including several famous anchors."

Jiang Fei pursed her lips.

South Rock hosts for FB?

Thinking about it in another way, I am afraid that only 48 reverse eating chicken would buy a salute to celebrate.

It is definitely not that simple for a weasel to give a New Year greeting to a chicken.

As soon as the training match ended, several people hurried over according to the address Nan Yan gave.

It's at a bar, and Boss Nan has reserved it.

As soon as he entered the door, he could see Nan Yan swaying happily among a group of people with a wine glass, and Jiang Han sitting alone in the corner. Ma Zitong strode up, nervously checking whether he was missing an arm or a leg.

"Captain Jiang! Why haven't you heard from me at all? I thought he sold you out!" The platoon leader sat down and leaned on him for a while.

"Cough——" Nan Yan was already drunk, he stood on the table, holding his wine glass, "My wife—"

"Shut up." Jiang Han sat on the sofa and said coldly.

"Okay." Nan Yan pursed his lips, paused for a while, then raised his glass again, "To tell you the truth, I and your team Jiang—"

"Nan Yan!" Jiang Han raised his head and glared at him, "Enough is enough!"

"Okay, I won't talk anymore." Nan Yan slumped his shoulders again and got off the table, looking a little hurt. After a long while, he put one leg on the sofa again, "Let me tell you, I'm leaving now—"

Jiang Han quickly stood up and covered his mouth.

Nan Yan was hit so that his center of gravity was unstable, and the two of them staggered on the sofa.

Jiang Han wanted to get up, but was dragged back.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiang Han really couldn't wipe his face away. After struggling a few times, he was about to stand up, but was pushed back by a stronger force.

When he wanted to continue to resist, Nan Yan seemed to be finally angry, and shouted at him: "What's wrong! I can't even hug you?!"

Jiang Fei was so angry that she wished she could slap Nan Yan a few times to wake him up.

"How should I put it, the two of us have had skin-to-skin relationships, my mother... After living for so many years, this is the first time I have sex..." Nan Yan put his arms around Jiang Han, his head sank into the soft sofa, and said In the end, I couldn't tell whether it was sleep talking or talking to myself, "It's really comfortable."

Ma Zitong froze with a smile, his team's Chinese cabbage was about to be poached by pigs, but there was nothing he could do.

Jiang Han tried to get up several times, but failed, so he simply covered his face with his clothes and pretended to be dead.

"That's great." 48's manager came over with a meaningful expression on his face, "It seems that our team's coaching staff will soon have another free labor force."

The manager of the POP team also came over and patted him on the shoulder: "I can see why I have been undergoing personnel changes all the time. No one can stand being shown affection like this all day long."

The manager of IYU put the beer under his nose pretending to be profound and sniffed it: "Ah——it's the smell of love, your team and the platoon leader are fine, but Ji Rutang is still straight, what the fuck!"

Ma Zitong just stood there, accepting congratulations from various teams from all directions, with a Mona Lisa smile on his face.

Is this fucking here for the engagement ceremony? ? ?

"Yo, I haven't seen you for a few days and you've scored in PGI?" On the other side, several entertainment anchors on the same platform were reminiscing about the past, "Okay, Xiao Yu, you're awesome!" shoulders.

In the far corner where no one was paying attention, a cold look suddenly flew over.

For Pingyu on the ivory platform, Jiang Fei took a look at the anchor's profile, and followed her on a trumpet account that she didn't even have a license plate.

"There should be a lot of CP fans now, right?" Another anchor laughed haha, "After all, when the CP was fired in the live broadcast, the whole live broadcast room was forcing us to get a license!"

The blue bird of Bayu TV, Jiang Fei, remained calm on the surface, but in fact, he almost smashed the phone screen.

"If I had known that you would enter a professional team in the future, I would have duoed with you a few more times, and I would have gotten more fans if I saved it." He said, leaning his head on Qi Yu's shoulder.

Cockfight live broadcast...

Jiang Fei couldn't stand it anymore, these combined words looked like garbled characters in his eyes.

Can you bear it?

Jiang Fei felt that a green grassland was about to grow on his head.

He squeezed over, pushed away the anchor who was leaning on Qi Yu's shoulder, and pulled his wrist to leave.

After Qi Yu drank some wine, he felt a little flustered, shook off Jiang Fei's hand, and sat back again, with an impatient tone: "Old friend, what do you want to do?"

Jiang Fei looked around for a few times, and felt that it was time to declare his sovereignty: "From the perspective of human nature, we are already husband and wife. You will be my person in life and my box in death."

Ma Zitong stood there smiling, ready to welcome the congratulations from the teams again.

Maybe it was because they were having so much fun that when a few people found their names appearing on the trending search the next day, they were all in a dazed state.

The matter fermented fiercely, and several Weibo big Vs went down with rhythm, deliberately smearing FB.

Then click in to see, it was dinner yesterday, I don’t know who uploaded the video.