The strongest king

33

Noon is the beginning of the day at the base.

Everyone woke up one after another. After lunch, they each played two or three Rank games, and then started a day of training.

Until the end of regular training at 11 o'clock in the evening, free training will be arranged later.

The day of a professional player can be described as "boring".

Zhang Fanyan only went to bed in the morning, and was still a little dazed when she woke up at noon. Before the training match, she washed her face with cold water and patted herself vigorously to cheer herself up, but her performance in the training match was still very average.

It's not bad, but it's not bad either. It's just a card, and it didn't hold back.

This state made him uncomfortable, but he didn't know where to look for a breakthrough. There was no problem with the handling of the line, and he was obedient to wait for the jungler to come over before rushing up, but nothing seemed to change.

The whole team he led was going in a strange direction, and they couldn't break through in one breath, stuck there and couldn't get up or down.

During the interval, Li Xiang would chat with him, but he didn't bother to talk to him, he just replied with ah, ah, maybe he told Li Xiang about his troubles, but he could only get the other party's useless comfort. Everyone understands the truth, but he just couldn't think about it. .He also knew that Li Xiang wanted to make him happy, and he didn't know whether to keep silent or pretend to be happy.

Either way the result made him feel tired.

Everyone was in the training room at night, but there was nothing but the sound of the keyboard. Zhang Fanyan tapped the crystal of the base with a male gun. The opponent came back to life, and he used a big move to bomb. He pressed too hard, and his finger hit In the gap between the keys, the R key was brought out when it was pulled out.

"Fuck." Zhang Fanyan cursed, but fortunately the game was won, he exited the room, picked up his keycap and pressed it back, but he couldn't press it anyway, "Peng Peng, do you have a new keycap. "

Peng Yang took off his earphones and walked over, carefully looked at Zhang Fanyan's keyboard, "You have such an enmity with the keyboard, you broke the switch."

"Ah?" Zhang Fanyan reacted, "I remember that the R button fell off during the game before New Year's Day, and I didn't care about it since then, maybe it's completely broken this time."

"What's the matter, are you repairing it or replacing it with a new one?"

Before Zhang Fanyan could speak, Peng Yang continued to say: "You should get a new one. You have used this keyboard for a long time. Maybe you can get a new keyboard and the feel will come back. Do you still want this brand?"

"I don't know, I don't have much research on these, and I can still use the keyboard for 30 yuan."

"I have a spare keyboard." Su Zhe next to him interrupted suddenly, "It's still a new one, what do you want?"

Zhang Fanyan looked at him, with a slightly tangled expression, and nodded.

After a while, Su Zhe brought a brand new keyboard from the room, which was exactly the same as the one he was using now, with black keys on a red background and letters engraved on the side.

"...Do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Zhang Fanyan took the keyboard and connected it to the host, "I still buy the same thing."

"The one I'm using now was given by someone else." Su Zhe replied, "But I really only use this type of keyboard."

"You don't like the new and dislike the old."

Su Zhe shook his head, "My preferences are hard to change."

Zhang Fanyan plugged in the keyboard, lightly put it on the top of the keyboard and tapped it casually a few times, the feel was just right, Su Zhe said again: "WASD has spare keycaps, red ones, do you want it?"

Zhang Fanyan looked at the two identical keyboards on Su Zhe's desktop and his own, and changed the keycaps to distinguish them.

He used to like to replace the R key, and then he liked to click it crazy, but it really broke. I really don't know whether it is the poor quality of the keyboard or his own problem.

"Do you want a duo?" Su Zhe asked suddenly.

"No assistance." Zhang Fanyan replied.

"I play wild."

"alright."

After the two of them lined up, one was on the third floor and the other was on the fifth floor, Su Zhe took Wei and Zhang Fanyan took the plane.

As soon as he entered the game, Su Zhe squatted in the wild area to brush and brush. After being harassed a few times by the opponent's jungler, Zhang Fanyan couldn't bear it anymore and began to push him, "If you want to play until next year, your father will die!"

"Not in a hurry."

"Don't worry about your sister!" Zhang Fanyan said, "Dad almost got blood, you know!"

"...Didn't First Blood take the one from the other side?"

"I mean my first blood!" Zhang Fanyan argued.

Su Zhe was helpless, "You stay here."

Zhang Fanyan’s plane bombed forward a few times and then ran back. Finally, Su Zhe was willing to go out of the mountain after brushing enough, so he went straight down the road and assisted him to swim away. Bumped up.

But he walked a little slower, the opponent saw Zhang Fanyan as an AD reeling in and wanted to catch him, Zhang Fanyan turned around and ran faster than a dog, Su Zhe said: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm fucking dead."

"Don't be afraid." Su Zhe pressed the keyboard calmly to accumulate energy, "I'm right behind you."

As soon as the words fell, the iron fist knocked away the mid laner chasing Zhang Fanyan.

Zhang Fanyan relied on the support of his jungler father to turn around and fight back. The teammates on both sides came to support him, but his side was faster, and the opponent exploded in an instant.

"Good fight." Su Zhe said lightly, Zhang Fanyan looked at him, and felt that he was praising a primary school student.

They played until two o'clock in the middle of the night, and the others almost went to bed. Su Zhe was going to leave, but seeing Zhang Fanyan lined up for another round, there was no intention of ending it.

"Are you going to continue?"

"En." Zhang Fanyan stared at the screen seriously, and responded vaguely.

Su Zhe knew that he would not care about people after entering the game, so he stood behind him with his pockets in his hands and watched quietly. He felt that Zhang Fanyan's style of play had changed, and was more stable than before. I knocked on the dialog box, typed a bunch of words, and wanted to send them out, but finally hesitated and deleted the content, scratched my head irritably, and continued typing.

The original Zhang Fanyan was domineering but radiant, but he was consciously changing himself, Su Zhe frowned, not knowing whether such a change was good or bad, that violent ADC started to bear it.

He raised his hand and pressed it on Zhang Fanyan's head, because of the sudden gravity, Zhang Fanyan raised his head subconsciously, Su Zhe pushed him back again, "Don't you feel wronged?"

"Why are you wronged?" Zhang Fanyan put both hands on the keyboard, and could only let Su Zhe, but his mouth was not clean, "Fuck, take your claws away."

"You really don't have to."

"What happened to me?"

"It's right to fight in your original way." Su Zhe said, "It's better to go all the way to the black than you can't even walk now."

"Who can't walk anymore." Zhang Fanyan whispered.

"Your wave just now." Su Zhe pulled the chair and sat next to him, pointing to the screen and said, "Actually, you can fight. You would definitely turn back with confidence before, but you don't fight now."

"Are you blind?" Zhang Fanyan pointed at the map and said, "The jungler's father wasn't there just now, let's do some knitting."

"Would you be here if I were here?"

Zhang Fanyan made a mistake in positioning and was instantly blocked, and the screen turned into black and white. He turned to look at Su Zhe, "Huh?"

"If I were here, you would." Su Zhe changed into an affirmative tone.

Zhang Fanyan thought, how narcissistic you are.

"How is your little girlfriend?" Su Zhe gently smoothed Zhang Fanyan's frizzy hair from the sideburns and pinned it behind his ears. He has been busy with training and games recently. He hasn't cut his hair for a while, and he is too lazy Taking care of it is often a mess.

"that's it."

"She didn't complain that you neglected her?"

"No." Zhang Fanyan gave Su Zhe a blank look, "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm concerned about when I will be the mistress." Su Zhe smiled, "It's really miserable to be your girlfriend. There is only one point, and there is nothing left."

Zhang Fanyan ignored him, and after being resurrected, the Enchanted Home Guard rushed out and slapped his gun.

Su Zhe sighed lightly, leaned his head on Zhang Fanyan's shoulder, "You're exhausted to death."

He just sat by the side and watched Zhang Fanyan finish another round. When he finished, Su Zhe asked if he wanted to double row, Zhang Fanyan rubbed his eyes and nodded.

It's just that Su Zhe chose a support again, in the name of playing a two-player lane with Zhang Fanyan.

After queuing up, the sky became bright, Zhang Fanyan yawned and clicked off the crystal, then left the keyboard with both hands, staring at the computer in a daze.

He rubbed his hands together habitually, but didn't take the next step. His body told him that it was time to rest, but his mind was empty and he didn't know what to do.

Su Zhe stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, "Wake up."

"What are you doing?"

"Go, go to bed."

"Can't sleep."

"Let's go to sleep for a while, and we have to play a training game in the afternoon." Su Zhe said, "It's just two or three days anyway, it doesn't really make much sense if you practice more or less. Not so much."

"I know." Zhang Fanyan sighed, "But I just can't sleep. Yesterday I had a fight with Gao Cheng until dawn, and I felt quite tired, but I couldn't sleep in bed, so I could only close my eyes. Then I squinted After a while, I got up to train again, and I don't know why it happened."

"I really think it's possible that the game hasn't collapsed to the point where you can't fight. You have to destroy yourself first." Su Zhe shrugged, "Winning or losing is so important?"

Hearing his question, Zhang Fanyan suddenly remembered Peng Yang's words, and he asked Su Zhe very seriously, "Is winning or losing not important to you?"

Su Zhe never thought that Zhang Fanyan would be like this, he himself was a little puzzled by the question, and repeated, "What's important?"

Zhang Fanyan stood up, half-sat on the edge of the table, crossed his arms and said, "Every time I lose a game, I feel like I've been fucked. Don't you think it's a day to lose and a day to win? So playing professionally is for you What is it?"

Su Zhe was silent for a while, "It's just playing a game, you are too serious."

"Oh my god." Zhang Fanyan made a ridiculous expression, "My teammate actually told me that the game is just a game, don't you want to win? Don't you feel sad when you lose?"

"But it doesn't affect anything."

Zhang Fanyan stared at Su Zhe, and said helplessly, "You are really a cold-blooded person."

Su Zhe didn't know how the topic came to this point. He sorted out his thoughts and replied, "I really think the game is right for me... that's it. It's normal to win or lose. I know I can play well, that's all. In fact, I can tell you that the reason why I play professionally is because I don’t want to go to school. After one year of college, I found it too boring to go to school. When I had this opportunity, I dropped out of school. Do you think there will be something to rebel against my family and leave home? The story of running away? Not at all, no one in my family cares what I do, or I can do whatever I want, even if I stop playing professionally, I can go back and continue studying, so why do I feel that winning or losing is very important ? Can you show off how many championships you have won?" He chuckled and continued, "It's really meaningless."

"Then what is meaningful to you? Falling in love?" Zhang Fanyan paused, "But I really want to win."