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FB's air conditioner can be regarded as repaired. If it is not repaired, Jiang He will flee to the next team. He slowly changed his clothes and prepared to go downstairs. There will be a training match later, Jiang He has to go there early to prepare.

Lan and his team had a new coach, and the training plan they made was inhumane, and each item was arranged more and more tightly, so that Jiang He had already received three or four calls from Lan to complain——

"Are you finished? I have something to go."

Blue cried out in pain: "You are too sympathetic!"

"I'm going to play a training match."

"Which team are you playing with?"

"A lot of teams have been arranged."

Lan felt aggrieved: "Why don't you ask our team out?"

Jiang He didn't like this at all, he snorted coldly: "Because of the food."

Reaching out to wave at the instant noodles, the well-behaved kitten immediately jumped into Jiang He's arms, and was carried downstairs by him. The other three people had already adjusted the equipment in front of the computer. The coach was standing behind and saw Jiang He coming down. , said to him:

"Jiang He, let Liu Nian play the sniper position today."

Jiang He frowned: "What do you mean?"

Coach Huang rubbed his nose, not daring to look at him: "For the training match, let's try a new style of play."

Jiang He's eyes were burning, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Jiang He's overall level is very outstanding. Even the assaulter position is excellent, but the sniper has always been the core of the team. He has a high vision and can report the position to his teammates. While hiding himself, he must grasp the direction of every bullet. Many formations are based on the position of the sniper, and the sniper is also one of the focus of output in the team, and the sniper usually carries a big sniper and an assault rifle, they not only have to be able to shoot their heads at any time Ability requires the stability of the steel gun when the enemy touches it, so top snipers need higher requirements for operation and awareness.

Coach Huang asked him to take Fleeting Years to fight.

The training match was about to start, and several teams were waiting. Jiang He didn't bother to find out what it meant, so he took the mouse and got ready.

Because he was worried that the claws of the instant noodle would fall on the keyboard, Jiang He threw it on the sofa and threw a toy to it.

There were about six teams in the training match, almost all of them entered the semi-finals of the last competition. After a period of private practice, they were a little unclear about the opponent's style of play and characteristics, so everyone saw it on the public screen. When Jiang He was carrying the M4 to kill people, he was a little confused.

"Isn't Crane God going to take a big sniper today?"

"Why is the Crane God steel gun so fierce?"

"Has FB changed positions?"

"It shouldn't be. Now who in the entire alliance has a sniper level comparable to Crane God."

"Is FB training new snipers for the alliance again?"

Yuan Huanque frowned slightly, because Liu Nian was placed on a relatively hidden commanding height by Jiang He, he couldn't let the team touch and fight Liu Nian like before, and Jiang He's assault style was very fierce, and the opponents on the second floor With two smoke bombs and a shotgun in his hand, he can kill all directions. He silently turned on the [-]x mirror and glanced at the figures flashing by in the two houses on the opposite hill. His mind was full of Jiang He, why didn't he The opponent didn't forget to tell his teammates about the sniping, but he was caught off guard and killed the last two, which is a pity.

"Sorry." Yuan Huan asked hoarsely.

"You're not in the right shape today." Xia Tian glanced at Yuan Huan Que.

"Maybe a little dizzy."

"It's okay." Xia Tian was quite like a captain, and patted him on the shoulder, "It's just a training match, I'll do a good job in the replay later."

Yuan Huanxuan nodded, lost his mind and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

He squatted in the toilet and opened Jiang He's chat box three times, deleting, deleting, deleting, and subtracting. He didn't know what to ask. Maybe they were just trying a new style of play. What qualifications did he, an outside team, have to ask.Yuan Huan Que rubbed his hair irritably, feeling powerless suddenly came to his heart, he kicked the wall angrily, the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.It took him all Jiang He's trust in him to keep Jiang He's sniper position on FB, why would someone move him?Will age really be an irreparable reason for being eliminated from e-sports?

"Fuck!" Yuan Huanqu cursed in a low voice.

"Today's effect is not bad. I think Fleeting Sniper's game is pretty good." Coach Huang pulled the replay video and played back the scene of Fleeing Nian killing a walking person, and lying on a hidden commanding height, Helping Jiang He report the enemy's location, and quickly changing the mirror to compensate for the several remarkable operations, all praised it.

"Just practice and practice."

Jiang He stared at the computer screen without saying a word.

Fleeting glanced at him, whispered: "Brother He taught me."

"Go to the conference room to chat?" Coach Huang sighed, and patted Jiang He and Cheng Ning on the shoulders.

Fleeting Year stood up: "I want to go too."

Jiang He pressed his shoulder: "You continue to replay."

There was an unusual silence in the conference room, but it was Jiang He who broke it first: "Can I smoke?"

Coach Huang nodded: "Yes."

Coach Huang has been with them for a long time. He usually discusses things with Cheng Ning and Jiang He, but after all it is just a colleague relationship. Jiang He always feels that he is not getting along with him, so he is too lazy to listen. Ask for a fight.

He flipped through the folder in his hand, rubbed the metal splint with his thumb, and said softly: "Jiang He, you have been working on FB for eight or nine years, longer than I have."

"kindness."

"I was only 24 years old when I retired. My hand injury was too serious. I really couldn't continue playing at that time. The doctor told me to continue playing. This hand may be useless."

Jiang He smoked silently, the smell of nicotine in his chest spread out from his nostrils, and entered his brain, slightly numb.

Seeing that both Jiang He and Cheng Ning remained silent, Coach Huang silently changed his starting point: "You played well with Yuan Huan Que before, but it's a pity that he went to another team. Do you want to take Liu Nian with you again?"

"Haven't you been taking him all the time?" Jiang He said in a deep voice.

"Take him to the sniper position."

Jiang He fell silent.

Cheng Ning said, "Coach, I think..."

He raised his hand and interrupted Cheng Ning: "Although I really don't want to talk about this matter, but you will be 27 years old next year. The professional life span of a starting player is pitifully short. Eight years is already a long time."

The implication is that it is not good to occupy a position at such an age. Although the words are not pleasant, the truth is indeed the truth.The sharpness and judgment required by professional players are extremely physical. A 27-year-old is no match for a 26- or 27-year-old. Jiang He himself knows it very well. He has already reached his [-]th birthday. He will be [-] years old in next year's game. After counting the games he has played for almost ten years, his current position has been achieved by himself one game at a time. But newcomers come out in large numbers, even if he is the current top sniper in the league. But that doesn't mean it will always be.

The wave of professional players seems to be rushing forward wave after wave. It is extremely ruthless, and no one can take more time and opportunities.I give you dreams, but you need to sacrifice with blood and tears.

The dense smoke blurred Jiang He's vision. After taking the last puff of cigarette, he opened his lips slightly, and the white veil-like mist slid down the tip of his nose and across his cheeks.

"Finish next year." Jiang He said, "It would be more honorable to retire with a championship."

"And I want to shoot the sniper myself."

Jiang He settled the tone with one sentence, and the conversation ended peacefully. When he returned to the training room, Fleeting Years was still replaying the game, but he watched Jiang He's operations repeatedly. Seeing him coming back from the meeting, he turned his head excitedly and asked Said: "Brother Crane! Why is your vision stuck in this wave? It's too beautiful."

Jiang He picked up the mouse and raised his chin.

"Look clearly..."

When Jiang He was about to play games at night, he received another call from Lan Lan, an annoying ghost.

"Grandfather, what's wrong with you?"

"Did you change places with Fleeting Nian today?"

Jiang He raised his eyebrows: "So well-informed?"

Lan Lan felt guilty for a while, and endured it without revealing Yuan Huanqian.

"I heard everyone discussing in private, what's going on?"

"Training match, just play around." Jiang He stared at the barb on his finger, and said impatiently, "You're just asking me this? Are you free?"

"I don't care about you."

"Go away, disgusting."

It's already more than November, and there is still half a year before the next competition. The players of each team are recuperating and practicing intensely. Jiang He doesn't know how Lan Lan and Yuan Huanqu, two annoying people, find time to harass them every day harass yourself.

"You've figured out the time for me to lie on the bed and play games, right?" Jiang He frowned tightly, looking at Yuan Huanque unhappily.

Yuan Huanxuan turned over.

"Brother, do you want milk tea? I'll order takeaway for you."

Jiang He rolled his eyes: "Don't drink, I finished brushing my teeth."

"What are you doing lately? Do you want to double row together tomorrow?"

"You understand, we are not in the same team."

"I want to line up with you."

"Go to your little medic."

"I just want to line up with you."

"No time."

"Then why do you have the time to take the fleeting rankings?"

Jiang He turned over, and the instant noodles jumped onto his neck, and the snow-white velvet paws landed on Jiang He's golden hair, causing his scalp to feel a pain from stepping on it, Jiang He pushed away its paws irritably, Throwing fire at Yuan Huan Que: "Are you free?"

"Not idle, I made a mistake in the training match today, and the coach asked me to go down for another round later."

Jiang He snorted coldly, "Vegetables."

"I'm just patronizing to watch your kills on the public screen."

Jiang He yawned, his eyes filled with mist instantly: "I'm so sleepy, why don't you go back and resume the game, I'm going to sleep."

Yuan Huanxuan stared at Jiang He, who raised his hand and rubbed his reddened eyelids with the back of his hand at the other end of the video. He also subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked his lower lip, reflecting his face under the gentle outline of the bedside light. It was extremely delicate, with red in the white, and the indifferent eyes were melted by the mist, and the already beautiful face looked delicate and pretty.

Yuan Huan's eyes darkened.

"How can I concentrate on replaying?"