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Yan Shu had something to do in the afternoon, so the two separated first, and Zhong Xincheng went straight back to the dormitory. When he opened the door, he found Da'an was concentrating on watching the game video.

"Xincheng? You came back quite early." Da'an turned his head when the door opened, and greeted him symbolically.

"A match coming soon?" Zhong Xincheng replied.

The college league kicked off three days ago, and the preliminaries of University A were tonight. Da'an lost the mid laner selection match last time, so he couldn't make the starting round. He probably won't have a chance to play tonight.

"Tonight, I'm looking at our new jungler." Da'an explained to Zhong Xincheng with great interest: "Our starting jungler has something to do and can't play, so we borrowed a new jungler from elsewhere. It's a great thief."

How powerful is the thief?

In this world where wild kings walk everywhere, only people like Yan Wusheng can make Zhong Xincheng look more often.Since this person was in A University, Zhong Xincheng walked over with the slim hope that he would laugh at him.

After watching it for a few minutes, Zhong Xincheng had to admit that the new jungler of Big A is a bit strong: conscious, manipulative, and cooperative.

"It is said that he is a great god with a score of 1700 in Hanbok, and he came down to help the poor." Da'an shook his chair, saw Zhong Xincheng staring at the screen thoughtfully, and used his mouse to drag the progress bar back and forth.His brows were tightly furrowed, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was serious.

"Do you know his background?" Zhong Xincheng asked.

Hanbok 1700 points, interesting.

"It's very mysterious. Xu Wenshuo recommended it. It is said that he is also a junior senior brother."

Junior, is junior.

If Yan Wusheng's age information is true enough, then the cheating anchor is likely to be a junior or senior.

Zhong Xincheng clenched his fists, and some subtle inspirations disappeared in his mind in an instant. He couldn't grasp those cloud-like light spots, and he was at a loss when he thought deeply.

"Send me the video, this jungle practice match." Zhong Xincheng said.

"Why, you're going to switch lanes and become a jungler, so you're going to steal the master first?" Da'an said in shock.

"Wrong." Zhong Xincheng said flatly, "I'm going to steal a house."

……

People's playing style and personal style in the game are not as strong as in reality, whether they are ordinary players or professional players.But there is always someone who is the brightest star among the dazzling stars. Even if the light is the same color, it can still attract the attention of others with its intensity. Yan Wusheng is this kind of person.

And his distinguishing marks are more than ordinary players: specific hero pools and rare combos.

Zhong Xincheng watched the legendary new jungler's game over and over several times, and finally came to a conclusion: it was definitely a wolf.

Feeling dizzy after watching the video, Zhong Xincheng went out hunting with his mobile phone, when he passed by the Fresh Taro Immortal Store at the corner of the street, he paused and turned in.

Zhong Xincheng likes sweets, so he ordered taro balls and sat by the window, with red beans in the spoon, and the empty sky as soon as he looked around.

The city skyline is disturbed by high-rise buildings of all sizes, like a bloody sun lingering on the horizon, and the street lights in late autumn elongate the shadows of pedestrians.He stirred the soup boredly, while the girls behind him were chatting.

"Don't mention it, my boyfriend doesn't care where I go, his mind is full of games and games, why don't we just marry You and go home?"

"Hey, your boyfriend is not bad. Other people's family will send flowers and check in, and my family will always be busy and have no time to say it later."

"It's not like I said, now the attractive ones are flirtatious, and the unsightly ones are ordinary and confident. I'm really convinced."

Boyfriend?

Zhong Xincheng let out a sigh of relief, his face was cold and no emotion could be seen, but the movement of scooping taro balls slowed down.

How can Yan Shu accept herself?

How much more effort does he need?

The night in the city came quickly, as if the night fell when the birds flapped their wings. It took him a long time to finish the taro balls. When he turned on his phone and entered the vast sea, he happened to see the pre-match commentary of the college league. As expected, the jungler at A was the one who was temporarily borrowed. The camera was not turned on in the preliminary round, and only empty names fell into the ranking box.

He looked at Yan Wusheng and realized that the person was not on the air.

Zhong Xincheng clicked on the college league interface again, and walked out of the store to watch it.

A's new jungler chose Xinghui Priest, a very difficult but very good hero, very aggressive in the early stage.But this hero is rare in the professional arena, and it is extremely weak in the middle and late stages of the generally operated games. At least Zhong Xincheng has never seen him play particularly well in the rankings-including Yan Wusheng.

A few days ago, Yan Wusheng had discussed with him how this hero should combo to reach the level of high explosive seconds.

He walked back to school along the brick road without much interest. There were so many pedestrians on the road, and the moving figures overlapped in one place, and even the lights above his head were sticky and crowded.Zhong Xincheng crossed the road and stopped in front of a shop amidst the neon lights.

There is a small retro blackboard outside the well-decorated western restaurant, and the handwritten cursive English is still stained with powder. He is standing by the window, and inside the glass wall are laughing men and women in the restaurant.The sound of wheels crushing the road was mixed with the wind, Zhong Xincheng turned around and looked back at the traffic light intersection, remembering the second time he met Yan Shu not long ago.

To him at that time, Yan Shu was just an ordinary person who had a relationship with him, bearing the title of chairman, but he was very outstanding and handsome, and now Zhong Xincheng was fascinated.He can understand that he is in Muqiang, but he has to admit that his focus has shifted.

Eager to approach, but also delusional to escape.

Will it be too greedy?

The game on the mobile phone has already started, and Zhong Xincheng's footsteps are very slow. He really wants to see how strong the new jungler is, and he is curious and does not want his expectations to fail-but the fact proves that the new jungler is indeed not bad.

[Da'an]: "Do you know what a shocking secret I got? Xu Wenshuo's Wuxiangying in the middle seems to be taught by this new jungler!"

[Da'an]: "It's awesome!"

Two WeChat messages popped up, Zhong Xincheng's heart moved, he hung the floating window and replied: "Are you sure?"

[Da'an]: "It's real money, I want to see the big guy playing games with my own eyes, worship.jpg"

"Promise." Zhong Xincheng twitched the corner of his mouth, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, he replied two words, and said in his heart.

A jungler with a score of 1700 is at least not as powerful as Silence.

As he thought about it, he turned his gaze, and the next scene made his world collapse.

A wave of team battles broke out in the middle of the river, and I saw the staff in Xinghui Priest's hand flying out with the movement, countless golden rays of light connected into lines, the character's fixed hook lock was tied to the wall, and the forward swing of the QW skill was forcibly hit Break, the sacrificial light burst out.

The dark array of Shining Canyon pierced the blood bar of the character on the opposite side, and also pierced Zhong Xincheng's heart through the dimensional wall.

……

A few days ago

"I recently discovered that Xinghui Sacrifice is very playable." Zhong Xincheng faced the interface and was worried about choosing a hero. The light from the small desk lamp made his side face smooth and soft. He swept the mouse on the screen for no reason, and suddenly listened to the headset. Li Yan said silently.

"Jungle?" Zhong Xincheng responded simply, expressing that he was listening.

"Well, but her combo mechanism must be adjusted. E's forward swing is too long, and the error tolerance rate is very low." Yan Wusheng said so, but he obediently chose other orthodox junglers in his hand, without any doubts. Focus on Xinghui Sacrifice.

"There is a short delay after the QW swing. Do you think it's better to take the big move or to be flat A? I think several teaching anchors say it is flat A." Yan Wusheng discussed this issue with Zhong Xincheng.

"Teaching anchors generally score 1500 points." Zhong Xincheng briefly looked at the lineup and interface.

"Are you praising me?" Yan Wusheng teased recklessly, picking up the ending sound.

Zhong Xincheng: ...

If you can't hit the eight poles, you can also grab yourself, who is used to it.

"Don't play too much." Zhong Xincheng reminded.

Words are silent, the legacy of the Asian Oscars, the drama addict can't stop.

"I'm serious, praise me, praise me, what are you proud of?"

"..."

……

Those fragments of colorful memories were displayed in front of him like a revolving lantern, and each fragment was connected into a picture, and virtual guesses flooded his mind, making Zhong Xincheng short of breath.The lights above the head seemed to be shaking, the stars and the moon fell in the center of the sky, and the light shone on Zhong Xincheng's body.

Xu Wenshuo's Wuxiangying was taught by the new jungler; the new jungler was recommended by Xu Wenshuo; maybe the Wuxiangying at that time was not Xu Wenshuo himself, but the new jungler?

Wuxiangying in the middle lane is Yan Wusheng's signature, and few high-level players will do it; the new jungler will have Wuxiangying; Yan Wusheng is studying the combos of Xinghui's sacrifice; combo.

"Where are they playing?"

Zhong Xincheng seems to be able to crush the phone screen when typing. If the words can reveal the tone, I am afraid that the Siberian cold current is sweeping across the equator, and there is a blizzard under the warm sun.

[Da'an]: Did you mock me just now?Double standard!

"where."

Zhong Xincheng emphasized his tone and sent it again.

[Da'an]: I'm just a poor fat penguin.jpg

【Daan】: Student Activity Center C0507.

……

Zhong Xincheng's chest was throbbing as he ran, and his lungs were like a big fire, crackling flames burning upwards along the trachea. He had never hated the construction plan of the University of A campus as much as he did today, and he almost broke his legs.

The corner of the student activity center was not very obvious in the dark night. He tried his best to adjust his breathing so that he didn't look so embarrassed, and his heart rate soared to 0507 miles.The bones holding the mobile phone are prominent, and Aomori's tendons are visible to the naked eye. He stepped out of the elevator and saw the house number C[-] from afar.

"Let's congratulate University A for winning this game first. Let's take a break and enter the second round of today's Group B college league in 10 minutes."

Zhong Xincheng locked the screen, and stood in front of the room with calm eyes.

There might really be that liar called Yan Wusheng, whose face and voice are unknown.

He put his mobile phone into his pocket, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to push the door. The palm of his hand was separated by ten centimeters from the door panel. He only heard the click of the rotary lock, and the door opened automatically.

"So in itself, we have the advantage, and the opposite side is too bad..."

"I said before that we were the European Emperor in the first three games..."

"It's also lucky that you saved the game, and you even got an MVP..."

"It's a shame that you don't join the e-sports club..."

"you are?"

The room of the e-sports club was messy, with five computers lined up beside a square table, gray prints rubbed against the wall covered with game posters, and messy milk tea cups and pizza boxes lying on the side.A few boys bent over to watch the results, reach out to grab a pizza, sit in a chair smoking, and prepare to go out at the door, all with different postures.

Zhong Xincheng stood at the door in a daze, all the previously stubborn emotions came back to his heart in an instant, he was so dazed that he couldn't hear the boy at the door asking him questions, because under the pale light, a person grabbed all his emotions. look.

Yan Shu sat in the gaming chair with his legs bent and watched the results, with headphones hanging around his neck. The smile and publicity on his lips disappeared in an instant when he looked at Zhong Xincheng. He lived in the hustle and bustle, Looking at Zhong Xincheng outside the door.

It's over, Yan Shu is like falling into an ice cellar, he only has one thought in his mind.

Mom, when you come to see me next year, burn more paper.