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According to Zhong Xincheng's personality, when he met a person like Yan Wusheng, he would just block him in seconds and never have any contact with him.He is used to staying out of trouble, and people like Yan Wusheng are too loud and lively for him.

But Yan Wusheng's hands were too fast, and before Zhong Xincheng told him to quit at the end of the second round, he clicked to enter the match immediately.The speed of that round was uncharacteristically fast, and the description of the speed of light is hard to describe why the usually convulsive and paralyzed system is so flashy. In short, when Zhong Xincheng wanted to quit, he was forced to enter the BP interface.

Zhong Xincheng had already run out of candy in his mouth. He was nestling in the chair with a solitary plastic stick in his mouth. A small red dot lit up on the team channel. It was a message from Yan Yan: "I will quit after this game is over." .”

With a sigh of relief, Zhong Xincheng fiddled with the broken hair on his forehead, hooked the candy stick with his fingertips and threw it into the trash can under the table.He had exactly this intention and felt that the acting was well done.

Maybe the fans of the two parties won't be pinching each other angrily tomorrow, he thought.

"Choose a lamp shadow hermit, lie down and don't need you to move." Yan Wusheng said.

The BP of both sides was very fast. Zhong Xincheng looked at the opponent and his own lineup a little hesitant. His own ADC was locked on the first floor, and he happened to be on the fifth floor, so he could basically only play support.But the hero of Lantern Hermit has very strong limitations. It is a soft assistant with advantages in both stealth and offensive operations. However, if the teammates do not cooperate well, it will easily lead to a break in the rhythm.

Moreover, not all ADCs can work together with the Hermit of Lights. It is not only about matching heroes, but also about matching skills and consciousness.

My own ADC...

Zhong Xincheng looked at the data of the ADC on the next floor through the battle assistant. 80.00% of the rounds were played only with ADC, and this data is very partial and isolated.

With a twitch in his right eyelid, Zhong Xincheng felt that something was wrong.

"Are you sure?" he asked silently.

"Sure, I'll take you." Yan Wusheng said with certainty.

Zhong Xincheng hesitated for a second, and finally locked the Lantern Hermit.

Yan Wusheng usually speaks incoherently, troublesome and noisy, but he is indeed capable in playing games. He is not afraid of losing points, but he is just curious about how Yan Wusheng will take him to the sky.Furthermore, if the beeping machine is really unreliable, he can still pretend to be a carry.

No difference.

Zhong Xincheng thought so, and entered the game.

The opponent's mid laner is strong, and the jungler will come to retort the silent jungle, and the opponent's support is also roaming, so they will definitely not follow the bot lane.Zhong Xincheng made a simple judgment and chose to go to the middle lane to grab the line first. The Lantern Hermit first drove stealth and roamed in the lower half of the field.

The two brothers in the middle lane exchanged blood and fought hard. The opposite support did not show up in the bottom lane, and there was a high probability that they were watching his wild field vision.Zhong Xincheng sneaked around from behind the defense tower, and passively detected the opposite jungler who was ambushing in the grass behind the blue BUFF.

Yan Wusheng's reaction was extremely quick, he pretended to be still in the jungle, but moved to Zhong Xincheng's position.The time limit for the hermit's invisibility had not yet expired, so he drove a W to speed up, and suddenly hooked when passing by the grass.

Attracting the collision, he directly pulled out the opposing jungler who was ambushing in the grass, and the speech was silent and seamless. He kicked the opposing jungler to the wall with a Q, and used the stun and attack superposition to cooperate with Zhong Xincheng to kill directly. The broadcast of the first blood sounded through the canyon.

【first drop of blood! 】

Before Zhong Xincheng had time to press the red blood bottle to restore blood, he saw a solo kill broadcast immediately after firstblood.

[The clock tower guards kill the craftsman]

The Artificer is his ADC.

Order online?Or is it under the situation that the craftsman restrains the guard of the clock tower of the opposite ADC?

Zhong Xincheng frowned slightly. When he switched the angle of view, he saw that the guard of the clock tower had already eaten a layer of taper from the defense tower along with the line of soldiers. He lamented why his ADC was so good, and sent a signal: "Hold on, don't waste time!" .”

There is a certain restraint relationship between heroes. For example, the spirit of the abyss used by Yan Wusheng is a flexible jungler, which is a strong threat to standing shooters; The skill of controlling the hero triggers passive consumption, and can also target some explosive heroes; or like the clock tower guard and the craftsman who are both ADC positions.

The core W skill of the Bell Tower Guard is temporarily immune to physical damage, which is extremely advantageous in the bottom lane.However, the attack mechanism of the craftsman is consumed by skills with a short cooldown. Many skills are spell damage, directly ignoring the immune skills of the clock tower guards. R's burst and stun have a strong restraint effect on the clock tower guards.

But my own trick painter was solo killed by the clock tower guards online, which is basically a waste of operation.

It's okay if the signal is not sent, but it will blow up the pot once it is sent.

[Phantom Painter]: Is your mother dead?What about going to the grave in the blue zone?

[Phantom Painter]: How many times have you been signaled to come over, are you pretending to be blind?

[Sly Painter]: What's the use of going to the middle lane, do you need help in the middle lane or the jungler?

[Spoiler]: I really met an actor, fuck***

[Conspirator]: If you don't follow me at the beginning, you'll be an idiot, girl?

Zhong Xincheng glanced lightly at the dialog box that popped up from time to time in the lower left corner, his heart was calm, and the speed of cutting the angle of view was a little faster.When he passed the river in the middle road, he set his eyes on the main position, and then swayed down the road.

The trick painter at home was still scolding, standing motionless in the spring, probably typing.

He didn't want to help the crafty painter, he just wanted to collect the troops, and the money couldn't be wasted.

Here Zhong Xincheng hasn't said anything yet, but someone is more sensitive than him.Yan Wusheng met a colleague, and he thought he was not much worse than others in terms of trolling people. He typed at the limit while brushing wild.

[Hell Prisoner]: Did the mental hospital close today? How did you get released?

[Prisoner in Hell]: Ask a lamp shadow hermit why he went to the middle road, did your brother go to kindergarten?

[Hell Prisoner]: Hurry up and hit the man-machine, the man-machine thinks you are mentally retarded, how much did you spend to level up this stage?

[Hell Prisoner]: You need assistance at your level, do you know that mud can't support a wall?

[Prisoner from Hell]: Being single-handedly killed by the guards of the clock tower, that's awesome, brother, I'll take you even if you're an idiot.

[Hell Prisoner]: What does it mean to ask if she is a woman?Selfish or sexist?

[Crafting Painter]: Hehe, I met an idiot again.

[Phantom Painter]: I keep dropping paragraphs because of idiots like you.

[Prisoner from Hell]: The act is up, the act is up, is the head going to be given away in a while?

[Prisoner from Hell]: It's okay, brother, a one-stop service is waiting for you for reporting, deduction of points, title, and blacklisting.

[Prisoner from Hell]: Why don't you have any clues in your heart?

[Hell Prisoner]: Scrap iron at your level can't hold you, ****.

Zhong Xincheng stared at Yan Wusheng's messages, he went to the bottom lane and repaired the knives of ten soldiers perfectly to vent his anger, and then drove stealth and returned to Yan Wusheng's side to follow him and continue to gank.

Yan Wusheng kept his word, he said that he would never take the high-speed train with Fei, and he hit the other side's brains buzzing and was pressed to the ground and rubbed.In the middle of a team battle, Zhong Xincheng was hiding beside the Conjuring Painter, holding a shield in his hand, and saw the opposing jungler rushing into our back row from behind, aiming directly at the Conceiving Painter.

Zhong Xincheng didn't take the previous festivities to heart, there were always a few rounds where he would meet someone who ate shit, he was calm, an R was directly handed over to the craftsman to add an injury-free golden body for him, W dragged him directly Evacuate from the assassination range of the opposing jungler.The distance is wide enough to fight back.

But the crafty painter seemed to have a cramp in his brain. He put the two skills of QW on the tank on the opposite side one after another, scratched it twice like scraping, and didn't look at the jungler on the opposite side at all.

This operation is simply suffocating, Zhong Xincheng seriously doubts whether this ADC is playing the game with his feet, and he is better at playing chicken pecking keyboards than him.

Zhong Xincheng made a decisive decision and used his remaining E to pull back Yan Wusheng, who had successfully cut to death the opponent's ADC through a wall but was trapped in the encirclement. Falling battle situation.

The Phantom Painter was taken away by the opponent's jungler who was violent in the second stage, and did not contribute a little output; Yan Wusheng released his big move to take away the opponent's jungler, Zhong Xincheng was half-blooded for Yan Wusheng to block the single-body big move of the opponent's mid laner; his own mid laner limit Changing and taking away the opponent's mid laner, his own top laner took too many injuries and was eaten by the opponent's single; Yan Wusheng turned around and rushed to the only top laner on the opponent's field, Zhong Xincheng made up for some damage.

【The group is destroyed! 】

[The prisoner of hell is already super god! 】

The empty canyon full of corpses erupted into an eternal broadcast, and Yan Wusheng took Zhong Xincheng to the opposite blue zone on the way to push the tower, and turned to the blue BUFF refresh place.

At first, Zhong Xincheng thought that Yan Wusheng was going to play blue, but he didn't say anything to help Yan Wusheng A get a little blood. Later, he found that the jungler turned around and left, with a chic and domineering step. Those who didn't know thought he won the world championship.

Zhong Xincheng stood beside the blue BUFF who kept waving his fists with a dazed face, his blood bar slowly dropped, and when he turned his gaze, he saw the silent message:

"Take it, my love."

"You don't understand the romance of the wild king."

Zhong Xincheng blinked slowly, the thick eyelashes like butterfly wings were tightly attached for a moment, and then peeled off again.

The romance of the wild king...

The corner of Zhong Xincheng's mouth curled into an extremely inconspicuous arc. He tied the A to remove the blue buff, and got the first buff circle in this round.

[Conspirator]: Is the auxiliary brain sick?I told you to protect me, so I don’t understand, right?

[Conspirator]: Just now the opponent's jungler cut in, what do you mean if you don't protect me?

[Deceitful Painter]: Don't come out to play games, idiots!nausea!

[Conspirator]: Go and lick the jungler, he likes you to lick him.

Zhong Xincheng is the kind of person who is indifferent to being ridiculed and sprayed. He is best at blocking with one click.But when he saw the last sentence, he suddenly became angry.

He took his hand away from the mouse, and the crackling sound of the keyboard seemed to break the keyboard switch, but he was cut off by someone when he was about to send it out.

[Hell Prisoner]: Why do you still have the face to repeat the opponent's jungler cut in?

[Hell Prisoner]: Are you standing there waiting to die?The assistant pulls you back, don't you A, waiting to be hit back?

[Prisoner from Hell]: Consciousness without consciousness, technology without technology, and relying on mouth to eat shit?

[Hell Prisoner]: People who have not completed nine years of compulsory education beep and beep.

[Hell Prisoner]: It is recommended to go to the National NT Training Center for training, maybe you can get a bonus.

[Prisoner from Hell]: Your level is enough to be A-level. You never thought that nt could make a fortune, right?

[Hell Prisoner]: This is really your talent, congratulations.

[Hell Prisoner]: You...

Before Zhong Xincheng read what Yan Wusheng said next, the front tooth tower and crystal on the opposite side had already been clicked by Yan Wusheng.He stared blankly at the scene of the crystal explosion opposite, and suddenly exhaled a long breath.

Yan Wusheng probably said this for the sake of the show, after all, he was never willing to finish a game quietly.

Maybe it's acting again.

Zhong Xincheng shook his head. The team formation panel still showed the words "Settlement in progress" under Yan Wusheng's profile picture. He sat comfortably on the chair and waited for Yan Wusheng to finish the settlement. He also wanted to know what to settle.

With this record and data, is it necessary to settle for so long?Zhong Xincheng was puzzled.

Not long after, Silent Yan's character status switched to the normal team formation mode.Zhong Xincheng thought about it, he had a class tomorrow and didn't want to wait any longer.Unexpectedly, Yan Wusheng said something suddenly.

"That AD just now is really badass."

"It's delicious and can be aggressive."

"Don't you usually talk back when you meet this kind of person?"

Zhong Xincheng looked at the words that came out like silently spitting out beans. He cut into the home page and glanced at the ADC's personal panel just now.

Sure enough, they are really badass, this position can meet five stars, and those who come from the double row are still drawn by the system to make up the match.

Seeing the last sentence, Zhong Xincheng felt a little upset.

"Talking to idiots will lower my standard." Zhong Xincheng silently typed out a line of words, obviously it was justification and ridicule, but secretly he mercilessly attacked silently.

"So when you meet someone you don't like, you just use the line to grab the head." Yan Wusheng seemed to be very expert, and he used a set of words when he spoke.

Because it was a text chat, Zhong Xincheng couldn't guess Yan Wusheng's state of mind based on the expression and tone of the person he was talking to. He was not sure if Yan Wusheng was purely teasing, or whether he had ulterior motives to connotate him.

After all, Zhong Xincheng used the same method to vent his dissatisfaction in the game that the anchor teamed up with.

It turned out that he had already seen it.

Zhong Xincheng was like a child who carefully made a complicated brain-burning maze, but a bastard named Silence came and solved it with a smile, and pressed his head at the end point and said: "Little boy!" Things, you are still a little tender."

"What's wrong?" Zhong Xincheng asked.

"You're so funny." Yan replied silently.

Late at night, the desk light in the dormitory mixed with the light from the screen and hit Zhong Xincheng's face. The young man's pupils reflected the screen interface. He straightened his back and rubbed his wrists. When he frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly, making his eyes narrower and longer.

Zhong Xincheng didn't know how to respond to the silent words, he didn't find his response interesting, it was obviously normal: he didn't want to quarrel with others, it would be too angry, but he didn't want to suffer.

After all, there are not many people in the passerby bureau who can type at the speed of light while beeping and taunting while carrying takeoff, except for silent speech.

No matter whether it is microphone or text, it can be like a mad dog patrolling the streets, a hungry tiger preying on a wild horse's troll, and silent speech is guaranteed to rank first.

"Then I'll scold you back for you, gentle boy."

Without a sound, he suddenly said again.

For the first time, Zhong Xincheng felt overwhelmed: he rubbed his thumb against the keyboard, and pressed his finger on the keycap several times. He actually wanted to say to Yan Wusheng: "You don't have to be like this, we don't know each other well anyway. .” But the thought lingered in my mind for a moment and then I took it back, leaving only one word:

"Okay." Zhong Xincheng replied.