cry one let me see

[I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, the women's clothing you want. ] After typing this line, he randomly selected two pictures, Song Mingyi didn't look at them any more, and clicked send.

This Weibo was quickly reposted by insiders, liked and commented by many bad friends, and even the team's official blog was reposted.There were even some people who didn't think it was a big deal, and bought him a promotion for him, and stunned to make a small hot search in the circle.

#MOBA大魔王女装# Under this tag, it was crowded with people who came to join in the fun.

Song Mingyi's facial features are tough and full of masculinity. Even though the facial features are submerged under the background of long hair and his figure is blocked by the dress, his eyes are still bright and sharp, without any femininity, like a male model about to go on the show , Wearing this outfit has an avant-garde fashion feeling.

His female fans quickly gathered, and one of them received countless likes in a message saying: If any elder says this and wants to marry me, even if he is a sister, I will marry him too! ! !

A sneaky ridicule: You are thinking about peach!Beautiful you!

Song Mingyi returned to the base later, and was laughed at by his team members and well-connected coaches. Not only did he not care, but he could also joke along with him.

But the continuation of this matter does not stop there.

Two nights later, Song Mingyi received a call.At that time, he was watching his team play the last training match tonight.

With the specially set ringtone ringing, the screen saver of the mobile phone was replaced by an incoming call, and the note of this number read "Dad".

Song Mingyi glanced at the team members who were immersed in training, quickly muted the phone, cut off the ringtone, and walked outside the training room.

He didn't answer the phone until he reached the door.

"Dad." He called out, his voice a little low.There is a square outside the base, and the sound is a bit empty.

His voice was quickly drowned out by the scolding over there.

"You little bastard, are you still posting pictures of women wearing women's clothes on the Internet? Shall you be ashamed? You don't think it's embarrassing, and I don't think it's embarrassing! You like men who cut off their own children and grandchildren. I don't care about you, but you don't embarrass yourself outside." I'm a man! It's really fucking bad luck for eight lifetimes to have someone like you..."

Song Mingyi listened to the scolding with a blank expression. Seeing that there was no intention of stopping for a long time, he simply put the phone aside, took out a cigarette from his purse and lit it, and then slowly picked up the phone with his left hand. Hold the earpiece next to your ear.

When shaking the soot, although his index finger was flexible, the angle of the knuckles was slightly abnormal. There were still two ugly scars on the left and right sides of the finger, which could not be seen clearly at night.

Song Mingyi glanced over the two scars, and turned to the starless night scene in the distance.

There was a lot of cursing over there, the background sound of an unknown program, mixed with the voice of a woman teaching a child babbling: "Si Yang, call me Dad~"

The child's Nuo Nuo's voice followed: "Pa, Ba Ba!"

Father Song on the other end of the phone scolded for a long time, but no one responded. The anger in his heart could not be released, but he felt that it was meaningless to continue scolding like this, and the momentum gradually weakened.

When he took a breather, Song Mingyi asked, "How are Mom and Si Yang doing?"

Just this one sentence seemed to rekindle Song's father's anger: "It's very good, don't worry about it! You still have the nerve to ask? If it weren't for you little red guy rushing to be the second chair, who would be so old?" Going to have a baby again? I am upset talking to you now!"

Song Mingyi didn't listen any more.

He turned down the volume of the phone to the minimum, took a puff of a cigarette, turned around and put the phone next to the stone ashtray, and watched the phone's timer go back by one minute and one second, until the phone was hung up and the phone's screen went black automatically.

The night wind blew the smoke he exhaled back into his face, obscuring his vision.

After smoking two cigarettes, Song Mingyi didn't go back to the training room, turned around to the parking lot and drove home.

As a single man, Song Mingyi's home is considered too clean, his aunt will come to clean up twice a week, and at other times, as long as he has the energy, Song Mingyi will clean up a little by himself.

But he is not in the mood today.

After hanging the car keys at the door, he turned on the air conditioner in the room and sat down in front of the computer.

After the computer was turned on, Steam automatically logged in. During the waiting time, Song Mingyi pressed his index finger.

It has been half a year since the steel nails were removed, and the joints are no longer painful when rubbed, but they still cannot grasp heavy objects like the five fingers of the left hand.

As for the issue of flexibility, when encountering mouse micro-manipulation, it will be infinitely magnified.

It is specifically reflected in...the No. 2 position (middle lane) who won three DOTA2 world championships, but now he is being criticized in the high-end game.

"Holy shit, can you know Carl? You can't blow a blow?" The 4th position (assistant) who came from the bottom lane to help roam, saw that the great opportunity to catch someone was wasted again, couldn't hold back, and turned on the mic directly. Spray people.

Song Mingyi frowned, and told him not to come to the middle, and changed the index finger and middle finger for manipulating the mouse, and used the middle finger and ring finger to operate it.

"I won't choose again, you are playing with you|mom." The irritable old man was still speaking in Zu'an dialect, Song Mingyi directly pulled out the information panel and blocked him.

The world is quiet.

He doesn't do this often. After all, as a competitive game of teamwork, effective communication with teammates is also part of strength to some extent.

It's just that he and the people of Zaun have nothing to say, and he doesn't bother to chat with each other.

In the past year and a half after recovering from a finger injury, although Song Mingyi temporarily left the field, he never gave up the idea of ​​returning to the field.

Even though he has already passed the golden age of 16-23 years old for e-sports players.

He didn't waste a single minute.

To the outside world, he announced his temporary retirement without giving any reason, and moved behind the scenes to become a professional team manager. However, he practiced using his index finger and ring finger every day. He worked as hard as he did when he was training and competing, at least five hours a day. .

When he can't touch the mouse, he will massage his fingers in order to restore the fingers to the state before the injury to the greatest extent.

The game was won in the end.

In the early stage, Song Mingyi successfully broke through the opponent's middle lane; after his own C position developed in the later stage, he brought up the rhythm of team battles, and with the C position that can teleport the whole map, he directly pushed to the opponent's level. Within half an hour That's game over.

The data panel is nothing to look at, he is the second economy in the evidence game, and the first is his own late stage.

It's just that he didn't win this game very happily, and the reaction speed of his fingers didn't reach the level he imagined.

This made him a little irritable.

He casually scratched back the hair in front of his forehead, stood up and walked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, but only took a puff restrainedly, letting most of the cigarette burn quietly, with the dust scattered in the ashtray.

When he returned to the room, several messages popped up on the page, which were sent by a Steam friend whose ID he could not remember:

【Do you fight? 】

It took half an hour for the last message, the other party probably just watched me, and I didn’t send another message until I finished playing the game:

【Are you still playing? 】

Song Mingyi clicked on this person's game homepage to take a look, and found that the opponent's ladder ranking score was the same as his own, almost 7k points, after thinking about it, he didn't reply, so he directly changed to an account with less than 6k points, ready to continue practicing index finger.

This practice lasted for five hours, and I didn't go to bed until two o'clock.

During the gap between the two rounds, while resting on the chair, I checked Moments, and found that Ju Rui posted a status, saying that there will be a passer-by DOTA1 competition at the ×× mall at 2 pm tomorrow, and also posted his registration Electronic player card.

Ju Rui is only 17 this year. He is a kid that Song Mingyi took a fancy to from the top rankings of the ladder list last year. He would usually play games with Song Mingyi and another person, but in order to participate in an offline competition, this After two days of training with teammates from the temporary team, and another teammate's wife gave birth to a baby, Song Mingyi went to the game alone every day and trained by himself.

Song Mingyi poked his avatar and clicked in, and sent him a "Come on for the game".

The reply over there was very fast, and a location and detailed address were also attached: [Brother, are you busy tomorrow!Come watch my game with Brother Xiao Ming! 】

Xiao Ming, whose original name was Chu Huang, was another teammate of theirs.

Song Mingyi replied to him: [His wife just gave birth to a baby in the past two days, so he probably won't be able to leave. 】

【Oh, I almost forgot.Then you come to see it tomorrow! 】

Song Mingyi quit to check the date on the phone, tomorrow is Monday.The fourth week of the group stage only started on Wednesday, and he has nothing else to do except watch training tomorrow.

So he replied "yes".

The next day was a Monday. Song Mingyi didn't sleep well last night, and it was only 8 o'clock when he opened his eyes, but he didn't feel in the mood to continue sleeping, so he just got up and turned on the computer, and played two rounds of DOTA.

At ten o'clock, he packed up and went out, went to the base, watched a few players get up on time and trained for two rounds, and then drove away.

The organizers of this competition are shopping malls and peripheral brands. The table for the competition is set up in the wide atrium of the mall. The machines used are all-in-one machines that are common in Internet cafes, and all are provided by peripheral brands.

According to Ju Rui's introduction, this competition has already been held online for several rounds. This time, the top three teams came to play live, and they came to decide the one, two, three.

It was almost 12:50 when Song Mingyi arrived, but the activities held in this kind of shopping mall were basically postponed for a while, so he was not in a hurry, looked around and found Ju Rui on the side of the stage.

He is tall, and his 1.9-meter figure makes him stand out in the crowd. Ju Rui saw him immediately, and hurried over to pull him aside: "Brother Yi, have you eaten yet? I saw you played the game last night." , I can resume training after the game tonight!"

When Song Mingyi found his contact information, Ju Rui was only 16 years old.He skipped a grade in junior high school, so he is younger than his classmates. Now he is only 17 years old, but he has just entered the freshman year.

In the past year, rather than asking him to imply training, Song Mingyi asked him to finish high school first and get admitted to a good university. At that time, even if he temporarily suspends school to play a job.

Ju Rui was reluctant at first, relying on his intelligence, he insisted on playing professionally to get grades. Later, Song Mingyi said that he would have to train for a year anyway, and if he insisted on playing, he would introduce him to other places. clan.

Ju Rui was not happy when he heard it, so he pointed to learn skills from the world champion, how could he agree?So I had to obediently go to university and fight again.

"Play hard, don't underestimate the enemy." Song Mingyi reminded him, "A lot of professional teams have actually quietly come here to practice in a match like this."

The prize money for the champion of this offline competition is 3, and the runner-up also has 1, which is not bad.

Ju Rui was overjoyed when he heard it: "I've inquired about it a long time ago. The opposite team is called SG. It seems to be named after something like Slayer. They are going to participate in Ti next year! There is also a team called what games. Participating in TI, tsk, next year will be really exciting."

Song Mingyi was not surprised by this: "After all, TI will be at our doorstep next year, and it is normal for everyone to want to participate."

Ju Rui rubbed his hands together, and whispered next to him, "Brother Yi, when will we start training, should we prepare for next year's TI?"

The author has something to say: lanes and positions in DOTA2:

Position 1 is usually in the middle

The 2nd position is usually the C position, which is the late stage

I understand that position 3 is Little C, responsible for carrying when position 2 is not up

The 4th position is auxiliary, protecting the C position

The 5th position is a pure support, responsible for buying chickens (things that transport equipment in the game, there are various skins, such as dragons and robots) and buying eyes (responsible for vision)

Statement with a strong desire to survive: The above is purely personal understanding.

Another: Ti refers to the game DOTA2 International Invitational Tournament

In addition, the "Carl" mentioned in the game is a hero, the operation is very complicated, and different points are completely different skills. If you are interested, you can check Kangkang