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

"Are you coming to the Penguin League tomorrow?" Jiang Fei found a small restaurant and asked expressionlessly.

Qi Yu nodded, propping his chin with one hand: "If I don't go, you may really think that you are invincible in the world."

Jiang Fei shook her head helplessly: "Conceited."

"Didn't I learn this from you, huh?" Qi Yu narrowed his eyes to look at him, and he licked his dry lips, "If we meet again on the field this time, don't blame me for being rude."

"Isn't it time for me to spy on you?" Jiang Fei said calmly after taking a sip of hot soup.

"Then it was a fucking mistake!" Qi Yu's lead wire was instantly ignited.

"Really." Jiang Fei sneered.

Qi Yu resisted the urge to slash someone, and put on a Mona Lisa smile: "Why are you so indebted? Isn't it time for me to fly and block bullets for you?"

Jiang Fei curled her lips: "Okay, I admit that you are still a little bit powerful." After speaking, she seemed afraid of Qi Yu's complacency, and stretched out her hand to gesture, "Just a little bit, for example, if I were the sun, you would be the candle. Have you ever seen a candle? It’s something with only a tiny bit of flame.”

Qi Yu's head hurts from anger.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

Ever since he met Jiang Fei, his emotions have been dragged away, and his emotions are out of control.Jiang Fei always has a way, just a few words can drive him crazy.

The most uncomfortable thing is that there is nothing he can do to change the status quo.

Jiang Fei and Qi Yu debated from which gun to use in the game to what the wonton wrappers look like.During the period, the two of them spit and spittle, and Jiang Fei's face was so stinky that Qi Yu wanted to take off his shoes and beat him.

The owner of the small shop sat silently not far away, trying to take back his eight yuan ceramic bowl countless times, and was forced to retreat by the deadly aura of the two people who were close to him countless times, so he nestled in the corner of the wall. Pitiful.

"Wonton, Jiang Fei, you know, right? Wonton." Qi Yu was dancing, his eyes were full of the stubbornness of "If I were on your side today, I would be your grandson".

He gestured with his hands, and said righteously: "Its skin is square, square!"

"Round." Jiang Fei said concisely, but her tone didn't have the slightest softness.

He is a person who usually has a straight face when he is not talking, and looks cold and unapproachable.But as soon as he opened his mouth, the fuck would immediately escalate into a hideous appearance, making people want to whip him with slippers.

Qi Yu was no exception. In fact, he had indeed planned it in his heart for a long time.After Jiang Fei No. 16 said that the wonton wrappers are round, he couldn't bear to take off his shoes.

But there are still some objective reasons that prevented this scene from happening-Jiang Fei's phone call.

Jiang Fei looked at the phone, then at Qi Yu who was about to explode, and reluctantly picked it up and said "Hello".

"Ever since that Jiang Fei came, I don't pay much attention to me anymore!!" In the training room of the first team, the bony platoon leader was lying beside Jiang Han, chattering.

The platoon leader is the observer of the first team. The reason why he is called the platoon leader is not because of his seniority and seniority, but because of his face that is more than twice his age.

It doesn't matter if he looks old, but the platoon leader is extraordinarily thin.Fu Xiaobo took a bath with him before, and after coming out, he became mentally disturbed, saying that he felt like he was showering with pork ribs in the vegetable market.

"Hey, take care of the empty-nest old man, the platoon leader has had a hard time living all these years!" Fu Xiaobo walked over and patted Jiang Han on the shoulder, sighing deeply.

"If I were the captain, I'm afraid I'd be scared to death by now." Maomao laughed, with a dignified face, as if he could stand at attention in front of you in the next second, salute and sing long live the motherland.

Mao Mao is the sniper of the first team, and he is calm and calm in any situation. Even if the "mangosteen" lands, he can calmly grab the mouse and shoot his head in the strong wind.

The reason why he is called Mao Mao is not only because of his overly righteous appearance, but also because of his abnormally developed sweat glands.

Autumn is here, Mao Mao is wearing woolen pants, summer is coming, and Mao Mao has not taken off yet.

After being criticized by fans a few times, Maomao insisted on wearing long-sleeved trousers for live broadcast no matter whether it is cold, hot, winter or summer.

"That's right, it's really scary to see such a face that is about to die here." Fu Xiaobo smiled, put his elbow on Jiang Han, and winked at him, "Captain, you can't talk about it." , don’t leave me here alone.”

Jiang Han pushed the platoon leader away: "I can't beat PCPI anymore."

After the words fell, the originally bustling training room fell silent.

Fu Xiaobo was still eating spicy sticks there, but now no matter how much he chewed them, it was tasteless. He frowned, took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth: "Can't even beat the warm-up match?"

"It hurts badly." Jiang Han didn't look at him, he lowered his head and rubbed his right wrist gently.

"If you don't fight, I'll leave the team too." Fu Xiaobo heaved a sigh of relief, "Anyway, the assaulters of the second team are quite strong and can completely replace me."

"Nonsense!" Hu Tao sternly stopped as soon as he entered the door.

When the four of them saw the coach coming, they corrected their posture a little.

"Jiang Han had to leave the team due to physical reasons." Hu Tao walked over angrily, and poked Fu Xiaobo hard with his finger, who was about to leave together just now, "You know what it looks like to have FB printed on the back The glory?! Do you know how many people are trying to put on the FB uniform?! If you say quit, you will quit, so dismissive, what do the people in the second team think? Their dream position is to be patted on the ass by others No more, what do you make them think??"

Fu Xiaobo remained silent.

"Fatty is just a flash of blood." Jiang Han smoothed things over, and then glanced at his teammates who had been with him for many years, "Based on the current situation, at most the first two days will last."

His tone was flat, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"At that time, Jiang Fei will be on top." Jiang Han took out a cigarette, looked up at Hu Tao, and lit it after getting tacit approval, "He will be in command, do you understand?"

There was still no sound in the training room, only Jiang Han's breath of smoke could be heard.

A generation of Jiang God, after all, can not match the time.

I don't know how Jiang Han's fans will react after learning about this incident.

"Jiang Han, come out." Hu Tao sounded a little angry, he clenched his fists, and led him to the place where the first team's replay was next door.

"PCPI, what are you playing with?" Hu Tao sat there, suppressing his anger.

"It's nothing serious." Jiang Han still had a calm face, looking straight into the distance as if nothing had happened, with the cigarette in his mouth, he didn't take a puff for a long time.

"A block shot?" Hu Tao's face was frosty.

"Yeah." Jiang Han nodded, shook the cigarette ash, and looked down at him.

Hu Tao almost crushed his fist, he gritted his teeth: "You can decide everything by yourself, anyway, you don't listen to what you say, there's no use!!!"

"I know." Jiang Han frowned slightly.

"It's up to you." Hu Tao sneered, "Abandoned by e-sports and FB, you can choose whatever you want. One is notorious, the other is enshrined in the altar, choose yourself."

"I choose..." Jiang Han deliberately paused for a few seconds, "Let's proceed according to the original plan." The corners of his mouth rarely rose.

"... Whatever you want, whatever you want." Hu Tao waved his hands, clenched his brows wearily, "Anyway, I can't control you."

"It's a pity that I can't participate in the Penguin League." After Jiang Fei hung up the phone, he looked at Qi Yu with a calm expression. After a while, he pouted, "20 yuan, congratulations."

"Tsk, you're so sure that I can win the championship?" Qi Yu laughed.

"Don't misinterpret what I mean." Jiang Fei shook her head, "You think, with me here, your chance of winning the championship is zero. Now it is greater than zero. This is a qualitative leap. Isn't it worthy of congratulations?"

Qi Yu sneered when he heard this: "Then do you think, who else has that strength besides me?"

"I believe in our FB." Jiang Fei vowed, with a sincere expression like a young pioneer who was awarded a red scarf for the first time.

Qi Yu nodded and smiled.

So much so that Jiang Fei frowned for a long time when he learned that Qi Yu had killed two members of their second team by himself.

Jiang Fei was ordered in danger, but she seemed neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, without any sense of urgency.

Now that Ma Zitong saw his calm and breezy appearance, he got angry, so he simply fiddled with a sunglasses and stuck it on his face, and pretended not to see Jiang Fei when he saw Jiang Fei.

In the entire FB, except for Jiang Han who would greet him and Hu Tao who couldn't stop scolding him when he saw him, everyone regarded Jiang Fei as air.

But Jiang Fei seemed to be used to it.

After all, from the first day he stepped into FB, he was isolated.He has always adhered to a belief: as long as he is strong enough, there is no need for friends to exist.

At three o'clock in the morning, the youth training room on the basement floor.

Jiang Fei squeezed the center of her eyebrows with a little tiredness, and sat on her gaming chair after turning on the light.

The thermos cup that was supposed to be filled with Australian Deyun whole milk powder was filled with coffee, which is rare, and placed within reach.

Jiang Fei smacked her lips, men, after all, they have to learn to grow up.

After all, we must get rid of milk powder and throw ourselves into the embrace of coffee.

Before the game started, he took a small sip, and almost at the same time, he frowned.

Tsk, it's really hard.This greasy old man's favorite drink is really not suitable for an active and healthy young man like me.He shook his head slightly and entered the game.

It's impossible not to be nervous, but according to Jiang Fei's pissing nature, even if the inner panic has turned into an emoji, the surface will still be as stable as Mount Tai.He thinks this is a matter of face, and the most important thing for a man is face.

Jiang Fei blinked hard, put on the earphones, and quickly entered the state.

The more frustrated he becomes, the more courageous he becomes. He lists this as his greatest strength and also the most attractive part of the opposite sex.Including good face, he is also included in the list of Jiang Fei's advantages, but there are too many other shining points, so this seems a bit worthless.

Jiang Fei played from three o'clock in the morning to 08:30 with a calm face, her buttocks were numb.He stood up and moved his body, and behind him were the youth players who came in for training one after another.

"Why are you going?" Ma Zitong stood in front of him on the left, looking straight ahead, so that Jiang Fei was dazed for a while before realizing that he was talking to herself.

"Replenish sleep." Jiang Fei's face was calm, not at all like someone who stayed up late and beat up for nearly six hours.

In fact, he is very sleepy, and now give him the kind of pillow that can lie on the ground and fall asleep immediately.

However, that sentence is still a matter of face.Jiang Fei would not allow herself to do this.

"You..." Ma Zitong had his sunglasses stuck, so he couldn't see the dark circles under Jiang Fei's eyes at all, he paused, and waved his hands, "Forget it, you go to sleep, anyway, today's Penguin League match has nothing to do with you .Take a good rest, PCPI is about to start."

"Yeah." Jiang Fei nodded, and was about to leave when Ma Zitong grabbed her arm.

He frowned, and flew over with a cold look.

"No..." Ma Zitong was inexplicably a little timid, "Then what, come here on time at 08:30 tomorrow, and Jiang Han will come to guide you in person."

"Heh." Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes, knocked off Ma Zitong's hand, and his face became more stern, "Look at all of you who have never seen the world." When John coached me, I’m afraid I didn’t even have FB.”