dissatisfied [e-sports]

During the exhibition games, the professional players had to appear on camera, and Sun Tianjiao got them up at nine o'clock in the morning to put on makeup.

The makeup artist is a teacher at a makeup academy. She just came back from Korea last month. She has high skills, but her style is not so masculine.

Yan Yibing's hair was on the long side, and the make-up artist put two middle fingers against his ears, appreciating and admiring: "My brother looks good, he has a good foundation, and it's easy to transform. Look at the curvature of the jaw, look at the big eyes, There is also a little bit of curly hair, and the hairstyle can also be used."

The make-up artist smelled strongly of perfume, and the moment he came over, the smell of essential oils in his hands became even stronger.

Yan Yibing frowned: "Let's keep it simple, we mainly go to play games."

The make-up artist picked up a strand of slightly curly hair with his little finger, and twirled it ambiguously around his fingertips: "Don't worry about my skills, I guarantee that you will fascinate the little girl present."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows, and changed the topic: "I see, then you can do whatever you want."

All contestants will have a slap shot before entering the arena. This is also a moment to witness the popularity of the contestants. Of course, Yan Yibing hoped that when he appeared, the cheers would be higher than others.

However, half an hour later, he looked at his face in the mirror with a complicated expression, at a loss.

How should I put it, it's a bit too delicate, and it's out of tune with other people.

The make-up artist even braided his hair, which was nice, but unnecessary, and he's not a star.

After Song Tang sprayed the hairspray, he turned his head and was startled: "Damn!"

Xu Rui also turned his head when he heard the sound, and took a breath: "This is too damn good-looking. If Manager Sun hangs up this photo, our base will be trampled down by nerds and nerds."

Fu Haifeng smiled honestly and said, "Shut up both of you, the captain's face will turn black."

Yan Yibing raised his eyebrows, pointed at his own face, and said to the makeup artist with restrained temper, "Do you think it's suitable to transform into this?"

Makeup artist: "It's suitable! Brother, you really don't understand fashion. I just learned it from the International Makeup Exchange Conference. This spring and summer will be popular this year, and celebrities will put it on their faces immediately."

Yan Yibing: "..."

Sun Tianjiao rushed in in a hurry: "Hurry up, the bus will leave soon, take your team uniform and mobile phone with you."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yan Yibing and paused slightly.

A few seconds later, the corner of Sun Tianjiao's mouth twitched, and she said brightly, "I figured out an opportunity for our team to earn extra money. It's a little bit more obscene. Do you want to hear it?"

Xu Rui: "Listen!"

Yan Yi glanced over coldly: "Listen to your uncle, pack up your things and leave quickly, pay attention to me today, you must get results."

After all, he took the lead in pulling up his team uniform and putting it on his body.

He had just taken two steps when he glanced at Lei Ming who was on the side.

Lei Ming lowered his head and was concentrating on watching the replay of last year's PGC Global Championship.

What he watched was Han Mo's rare fight against the North American TM team. After a long time in that game, Han Mo was suddenly consumed by the poison circle.

The TM team is indeed a strong opponent in the global competition. All four of their players are at their peak, and they hardly have any shortcomings.

Yan Yibing asked himself, if he was in Han Mo's tough position, with one against three, he wouldn't be able to survive.

Lei Ming's replay of this game is of no value at all.

Because Han Mo didn't do anything badly, on the contrary, he tried his best to get the most points for Prince.

Yan Yibing frowned, but seeing Lei Ming competing with the video with a serious face, he didn't say anything.

After getting in the car and arriving at the competition venue, they entered the venue through the dedicated channel for players.

In front of the arena, the audience has already sat down, and the commentator is making jokes to kill time.

A total of eighteen teams came to participate in the exhibition match this time, and there were eight clubs in Shanghai, and the rest were specially rushed here from other provinces.

Yan Yibing, a team from other provinces, was not familiar with him, but he had heard the name more or less.

As soon as they arrived backstage, they bumped into Team Prince and Team Aurora head-on.

Yan Yibing's eyelids drooped, he didn't mean to say hello, and was about to go around them and go to his lounge.

Unexpectedly, Lei Ming, who was standing behind, suddenly said: "Han Shen, I look forward to meeting you in the free sniper range. The captain said that if you torture you, you can let me go to the first team."

After Lei Ming finished speaking, he smiled with determination and looked at Han Mo with hostility.

Yan Yibing rolled his eyes silently, and cursed Lei Ming angrily in his heart.

Now the league obviously does not advocate players spamming each other before the game, but there are always some people who can't remember, they have to provoke, and the one who provokes is Han Mo.

Yan Yibing pulled his lower lip, and was about to smooth things over, but as soon as he looked up, he found Han Mo's eyes were on his face without any concealment.

Han Mo didn't answer Lei Ming's trash talk at all, but squinted slightly, looking at Yan Yi Bing.

From the brown hair illuminated by the sun to the round Adam's apple, he looked carefully at every inch, as if trying to find something out of his face.

Yan Yibing frowned, subconsciously wiped his face.

This look made him think that there was something dirty on his face.

But of course not, the makeup artist handled it very cleanly.

Yan Yibing put down his hand, shook it uncomfortably, and turned around to teach Lei Ming: "I'm talking about a substitute, be humble, don't let Hanshen laugh, and go."

Just as Yan Yibing was about to leave, Han Mo suddenly said, "Isn't it you?"

Yan Yibing was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyebrows.

Han Mo took a deep breath, his eyelids were deeply folded, his eyes became sharper, and he asked again.

"Freedom Sniper, isn't it you?"

Yan Yibing smiled: "Ah, the tactical revision, I will tell the person in charge later."

Han Mo didn't speak again.

On the other hand, someone from the Aurora team said, "What a pity, Ice God, I thought I could compete with you in the free sniper range?"

Yan Yibing glanced sideways, but didn't recognize him.

Probably a newcomer, not very old, probably just an adult, looks quite energetic, but the corners of his eyes and brows are full of arrogance.

Yan Yibing curled his lips: "We can still see you in the PCL."

The man said again: "Ice God, I grew up watching you compete when I was young, and I especially admire you."

Yan Yibing said lazily, "You're welcome." He could hear what the kid meant, implying that he was old and should retire.

"I even prepared the trash talk before the show, and I even blew it to the fans in the live broadcast room. If I don't get five heads of the ice god, I will send 10 yuan in red envelopes."

The free sniper field is infinite resurrection within half an hour, and will be ranked by KD after half an hour.

Moreover, their professional players all have skins that match the color of their team's logo. Although they can't see each other's names during the game, they can roughly guess which team they are based on the color of their skins.

"Oh? How many studios do you have, when will you pay? There's also this good thing, I'll make a note of it." Yan Yibing raised his eyes, with a half-smile.

In the sniper range, if you want to take five of his heads, it seems that you are either pretentious, or you don't take him seriously.

Yan Yibing has a good temper, but it doesn't mean he is willing to suffer.

Except for Han Mo, he has never tolerated anyone before, regardless of whether you are a newcomer or young.Lost self-confidence is bad luck.

The muscles on the child's face tensed, and his expression was slightly cracked.

He thought that he could step on the ancient god to elevate himself, but he didn't expect Yan Yibing to be so shameless, and he was going to go to his live broadcast room to make money.

"There is no chance this time."

Yan Yibing clicked his lips regretfully, stretched out his hand, touched Sun Tianjiao's chest, and took out a business card from it: "Our manager WeChat, when you send out red envelopes, remember to let us know. Our manager has received it, and the whole team will received."

The corner of the child's mouth twitched, his eyes widened.

Feelings are still ready to take the whole team to grab red envelopes?

The four giants, that's it?

Yan Yibing handed out the business card, and then raised his eyes to look at Han Mo, but he found that Han Mo was staring at the child coldly.

Yan Yibing touched the tip of his nose, looked away resentfully, and leisurely led the team to the waiting room.

Nested in the lounge, he let out a long breath, leaned lazily on the sofa, and asked Song Tang.

"Does Han Mo think that I'm afraid of him, and keep staring at me to see what's wrong?"

Song Tang paused for a moment, and said angrily, "You've turned into this today, and I want to stare at you even if I'm a man."

Yan Yibing had skin bumps all over his body, and kicked Song Tang: "Get out of here."

The backstage recording PD was finally in place, and the faces of the contestants began to scroll in turn on the big screen in front of the field.

Backstage, the screams and chants of the fans could be clearly heard.

When the camera panned to Han Mo, Yan Yibing could clearly tell that the number of female fans was far higher than that of male fans, so much so that the shouts were an octave higher.

"Ahhhhhhh Momo is handsome!"

"Han Mo! Husband!"

"Come on, husband! MVP!"

"Husband Slay! Husband I love you!"

"Han Mo Han Mo Han Mo Han Mo!"

The camera turned to Yan Yibing, and the nerds finally became agitated.

"Yan Yibing, Eternal Light!"

"Ice God fucked him!"

"The Ice God just got up!"

"Go to hell with your mother's makeup artist! Is this a game or a catwalk!"

Yan Yi is sour.

Is he so unattractive to women?

He has such a good temper, and he always gives red envelopes to female fans, how can he compare to Han Mo who has a cold face and never favors fans in a live broadcast?

The free sniper competition started soon, and the backstage staff notified the players to go on stage.

Lei Ming put on his team uniform. Before leaving, he turned to Yan Yibing and said, "Captain, just wait and see."

Cheng Bin was pure-hearted, and felt that Lei Ming was more competitive than him, so he went up and patted Lei Ming on the shoulder: "Come on, brother, give us the second team!"

Yan Yibing smiled, noncommittal.

The contestants entered the preparation room, adjusted their mouse, keyboard, and headset, and connected to the custom server that the organizer had already set up.

10 minutes later, 41 players entered the Allengar Airport.

The only space for free sniping is the airport. Once it exceeds the range of the airport, it will be eliminated by the poison circle immediately.

When the contestants landed, they only carried a VSS, [-] rounds of ammunition, no body armor and no helmet.

The VSS gun comes with a magnification mirror and is fully equipped, but the biggest disadvantage is the low single-shot damage, slow bullet speed, and serious ballistic drop.

If you want better equipment, you have to take a risk and search the house.

U-shaped buildings, containers, and factory buildings are the most fertile places for materials, but this is also the place with the most people and the easiest way to make boxes.

It is very likely that the person was decapitated before he could develop.

The contestants fell one after another, and the camera first cut to Han Mo's perspective.

Professional players strive for landing speed, and from Han Mo's perspective, his speed is already extremely fast.

Yan Yibing stared at the screen and murmured: "From this angle, you should jump into the container. There are many container bunkers."

Han Mo will definitely not be satisfied with the VSS in his hand, he will touch 98K.

The container is very suitable, there are many refreshes, and it is easy to hide. After getting the gun, you can directly hit the high shelf, and you can take the head more comfortably.

If it goes well, it can also take care of the head iron in the factory building and office building.

But Han Mo didn't.

He floated to the side of the poisonous side, relying on the advantage of skydiving, he did not rush into the circle to grab equipment, but directly raised his gun to shoot the birds from the sidelines of the poisonous side.

【Prince-momo eliminated TZS-ming with a VSS marksman rifle】

Mingming was so angry that he turned on the public microphone directly: "Brother, don't give me face."

Han Mo didn't respond.

He logically licked Mingming's bullets, and then used the fence under the barbed wire as a cover to shoot down the flickering figures on the elevated.

【Prince-momo eliminated YHC-lili with a VSS marksman rifle】

Li Lizang of the Firefly team was in a good position, but Han Mo was far away, so he used eight bullets to eliminate him.

Song Tang frowned: "Han Mo is still good, but the VSS damage is too low, and it is not easy to use. No one usually practices VSS, and Han Mo missed several rounds."

Yan Yibing raised his eyes, frowned slightly, stared at the screen and said quietly: "Have you noticed that Han Mo's tactics have changed?"

Song Tang came to a sudden: "Yes, according to his personality, he must have gone to the U-shaped building. What are you thinking? He still draws the outline when everything is integrated there. This is too conservative."

Yan Yibing shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Coach Prince has researched something against me again. The habit Hanmo learned from me is almost wiped out by him."

Song Tang pursed his lips when he heard this, and secretly glanced at Yan Yibing.

Yan Yibing's eyelashes were curled, and the ends of his eyes were light pink. His eyes were bright and clear, and he didn't know if they were watery.

Song Tang whispered: "Captain, don't...don't be sad."

Yan Yibing said angrily: "How can I not be sad, Han Mo has changed his style, how can we play against Prince in future competitions?"

Song Tang: "..."

Soon, Han Mo took six heads and lost half a tube of blood.

He didn't have much bullets left, and he didn't have a medical kit. If he didn't go to the material refresh point, he would be exhausted to death.

At the same time, Lei Ming also took three heads, but unfortunately, he was beaten to death once.

That time was very unlucky, he searched the whole place for Han Mo's shadow.

Prince's team logo is dark blue, and Han Mo's skin is also a dark blue hoodie. When Lei Ming was looking for someone in the sky, he was shot to death by someone on the elevated road.

Yan Yibing frowned seeing him.

Lei Ming's game was too targeted. With his ability, he didn't have the confidence to be so reckless.

But he seemed to regard Han Mo as his only enemy, and he focused on beating the man in blue clothes.

Soon, he was taken a second head.

In the container area, Han Mo finally started to try to pick up equipment.

Gunshots continued along the way, falling behind him and on the ground not far away.

Han Mo walked slightly while running, trying to cover himself vertically as much as possible, barely dodging a lot of bullets.

He finally got close to the container and licked a bag nearby.

Fortunately, this bag is quite fat, probably just after searching for the equipment, he was beaten to death.

He licked the bag in a few seconds and put on the M24, but before he could spray himself with the medicine, gunshots were heard from the roof of the office building.

One shot shattered the third-level head he had just picked up.

Han Mo quickly took cover to hide, and for a moment out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the man was wearing dark red skin and a pair of black and white striped pants.

Han Mo sneered and gave himself medicine.

With M24, he is not afraid of anyone now.

After taking the medicine, Han Mo shot out with a dodge and accurately knocked out the contestants on the roof.

The commentator was excited, patted his thigh and said: "Wow, this sniper is awesome, Hanshen!"

The screen displays——

[Prince-momo eliminated JG-anxinghuo with an M24 sniper rifle]

An Xinghuo was the Aurora newcomer who threatened to take Yan Yibing's five heads.

Han Mo slightly raised his eyebrows.

In front of the computer screen, An Xing stomped his feet angrily.

The bag that Han Mo licked belonged to him. He managed to find a good set of equipment. He had finished his early stage development, and before he could use it, he was stolen from behind by someone touching his ass.

One M24 bullet has not been used yet.

He knew that someone must be licking his bag, so after five seconds of rebirth, he purposely landed on the top of the building to look at his bag.

I thought it was a sure thing, but I didn't expect to be killed by someone again.

He still used the M24 he found so hard.

Five seconds later, An Xinghuo didn't believe in evil, and planned to land the container to seek revenge from Han Mo.

But before he landed, the silencer gun flashed, and the screen suddenly went dark.

[Prince-momo eliminated JG-anxinghuo with an M24 sniper rifle]

An Xinghuo: "..."

After 20 seconds, on the elevated platform.

[Prince-momo eliminated JG-anxinghuo with an M24 sniper rifle]

After another 20 seconds, the poisonous side barbed wire.

An Xinghuo just crouched on the grass.

[Prince-momo eliminated JG-anxinghuo with an M24 sniper rifle]

An Xinghuo: "Day..."

Yan Yibing asked Song Tang, "Do you think Han Mo found out that Lei Ming was targeting him?"

Song Tang pouted: "It should be impossible, there are so many people."

Yan Yibing clicked his tongue: "But our skin is quite obvious, desert yellow, so it's easy to find."

Three and 10 minutes later, the game was over.

Han Mo successfully won the MVP with 25 kills, while Lei Ming only got [-] kills, which was a long way behind Han Mo.

In the preparation room, Lei Ming lowered his head, his face was flushed, and his wrists trembled slightly.

He felt that he had exhausted all his strength, and he even beat Han Mo to the point of bleeding a few times.

He wanted Han Mo to know that in this free attack, he was going to crush Prince under his feet.

It's a pity that he is destined not to get the kind of eyes that the captain looks at Han Mo.

Lei Ming kicked the table leg hard, his toes were numb and painful from the shock.

What hurt him the most was not losing the game, and Han Mo knew he was being targeted, but he never took him seriously from the beginning to the end.

Han Mo abused a newcomer with little reputation, Lei Ming didn't believe it, he was not even as good as a newcomer now.

Yan Yibing tilted his head, blinked, and murmured, "How many heads from the Aurora team do you think are among the 25 kills?"

Song Tang: "?"

Yan Yibing couldn't figure it out: "The little bastard is crazy. What kind of enmity does he have with Ji Guang? He chased him to kill him, and he was about to kill the child."

In the last ten or so minutes, An Xinghuo was often targeted and killed by Han Mo shortly after landing, so it was too late to take the head, and the final KD was terribly low.

Any team with this result will be scolded, "Blind man touches the gun, it's earth-shattering."

Song Tang: "..."