Don't be too wild [E-sports]

"...Hey, tell me, am I wrong?"

Jianqi couldn't figure it out, and just got into a dead end by himself.

"No matter how I think about it, I feel that what he said that day was fooling me, but I can't fault it."

The sun is a bit strong, even through the window, you can still feel the heat of the sun.Shen Xianchan yawned, wiped away the tears from the yawn, and answered Jian Qi's question on the other end of the phone: "What special relationship do I have with him, how can I know what he is thinking?"

Jian Qi pondered: "...can't?"

"Ah."

"No!" Jian Qi pondered for a long time, and the logic board understood, "He is your fan, as an idol, shouldn't you know what your fans are thinking?"

Shen Xianchan asked back: "I am a god? I have an obligation to know what everyone who likes me is thinking?"

"That's different." Jian Qi waved his hand, remembering Jun Buye's flat-out bragging on WeChat, "He said he has your special signature. I don't even have one! Highlight, I don't even have one!"

"When did you sign for someone? No wonder I told him that I could get him a copy of your autograph, but he was unmoved."

"I'm the one who humiliated myself."

special sign?

Shen Xianchan retrieved his memory from the dusty corner, "...Ah, I did sign a special name for a child."

That day after he packed his luggage, he was about to leave the VID base, bid farewell to this most beautiful place in his youth, but now he is running towards a new life without looking back. The air is mixed with the bright and scorching heat of the summer day, and he is quite tall.

His car drove a certain distance, but the rearview mirror showed that the child had been standing still.

…At this age and at this time, he should be a young trainee recruited by VID.

The suitcase he was carrying was specially customized, which Shen Xianchan had seen in his fan chat.

Why don't you go in?

The six o'clock club is very active, even if I am about to retire, I am still very active.

Did you run into any problems?

This doubt drove Shen Xianchan, who had just obtained his driver's license for three months, to turn the front of the car condescendingly and stop in front of the child.

Out of the kindness and concern of his seniors, he asked ordinaryly: "What's wrong?"

Then, he watched helplessly as the child turned red from neck to ear.

Shen Xianchan didn't continue talking, and the child didn't make a sound.

As they got closer, Shen Xianchan glanced over the zipper of the child's suitcase.

Special custom-made zippers are only available for the top ten purchases.

"Are you my fan?"

The child didn't speak, but kept nodding.

Shen Xianchan looked at him and wanted to laugh, "Do you want to sign?"

"!"

This time the child woke up, his eyes sparkled, "Is it okay?!"

"Finally talking? Of course."

Immediately afterwards, Shen Xianchan watched the child frantically searching for two or three minutes.

All I found was a fountain pen that was held pitifully in the palm of my hand.

no paper.

Seeing the child trying to make up the napkin, Shen Xianchan said, "Use mine."

In the glove box next to the driver's seat of Shen Xianchan, there was a post-it note, he picked one up and borrowed the child's fountain pen.

Xingyun Liushui signed his game ID, facing the last signature in his career, Shen Xianchan solemnly lifted it up, and looked at the refracted sunlight from a distance.

It was retracted and a small emoji of a smile was added after the signature.

Pass it to the child.

His fingers were very hot, Shen Xianchan was not used to it, so he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Come to participate in the youth training camp?"

"……Yes."

"Come on, it's not easy to play the game well."

Shen Xianchan took off the sunglasses he had just put on from his clothes, put them on again, and raised the car window.

"It's hot outside, go in early and turn on the air conditioner."

When Jian Qi mentioned this incident, Shen Xianchan suddenly realized that he actually remembered it very clearly.

After all, it is the last signature in his career.

It is also the only special signature.

"So it was him you were talking about."

"Yeah, what were you thinking just now? You didn't respond to what I said. I remembered another thing. He entered the WAN, or the letter of recommendation you wrote, do you remember?"

"Have I written it?" Shen Xianchan asked subconsciously.

Two years after retiring, his biological clock was chaotic.Some things, I can't remember clearly.

"Of course I wrote it. I remember that I showed you the video of my battle with him. What did you say... I don't remember clearly. Anyway, you wrote a letter of recommendation to recommend him. Went to WAN."

"Otherwise, how could the boss of WAN let go and agree that the youth trainees that other clubs don't want come from their home team to try out and start."

Shen Xianchan was stunned for a while, helplessly, "I'm really old, I don't have any impression."

"That's not the point either."

Facing Tian Tian's indignant gaze, Jian Qi raised her hand and innocently expressed with her eyes: she will never violate the top of his head again.

Then continue to chat with Shen Xianchan: "The point is, is he fooling me?"

Shen Xianchan glanced at his own parrot staring at a pair of black bean eyes, and nodded very humanely.

Apparently even the parrot thinks that Jian Qi is easy to cheat.

He suppressed a smile and replied: "Are you fooling me? You don't know what to do?"

Jian Qi: "..."

"Goodbye, let's break up our relationship for a day, see you tomorrow."

The phone was hung up neatly.

"Master Sui, your master has been despised."

The parrot named Long live flapped its wings and cheered: "Long live! Long live!"

Shen Xianchan was silent: "How do you feel, after raising you for two years, you are still so stupid, huh?"

Hooray knows nothing.

Wanzai will only bow his head and cook.

It is a ruthless parrot.

Only the daughter of the old grandson's family can get its extra favor.

Shen Xianchan didn't want to care about it, got up and walked upstairs to the bedroom.

Putting on a mask, he dragged out a box from under the bed, startling a cloud of dust.

It was stuffed with video tapes, worn-out electronic equipment... a bunch of sundries.

The video Jian Qi mentioned...which one is it?

All the tapes had stickers with the time written on them.

found it.

Shen Xianchan put the video tape into the projector.

The content of the videotape is immediately projected to the large screen on the bedroom wall.

It is the battle scene recorded by Jianqi through the replay of the game.

A total of twelve games.

In the first five games, the player whose ID is Morii played support, jungler, mid laner, ADC, and top laner.

In five of the next seven games, Morii played jungler, Jianqi played ADC or support, and the last two games were Jianqi and Morii's personal solo.

The video tape comes with the memory of the last play, and it will be played directly from the ninth game.

Shen Xianchan remembered.

This video tape was sent along with three boxes of Want Want Senbei.

Jian Qi left a note in the courier box, the handwriting was savage, and the tone of the speech was also quite crazy:

"I found a kid who is playing wildly in the jungle! Give him some time, he will definitely play better than you! If it weren't for Gemini Star's starting position, I only have the second team seat for him. It's too embarrassing for talents. I invited him. Take a look, which team is suitable for him?"

Three boxes of Want Want Senbei, just want to buy my favor?

Am I such a person?

I may not be, or I may be.

Shen Xianchan thought confidently:

It depends on how the child in Jianqi's mouth is playing.

It was three years ago.

Looking at the replay of the game from three years ago now, the operation inside is a bit green.

... Morii?

Very familiar ID.

Where should I have heard this name recently.

Recent memory is still fresh.

Shen Xianchan went back to discussing it once with Wangwang Xianbei, and Wangwang Xianbei insisted that "Morii is no better than Collapsar".

Worthy of Want Want Senbei.

Someone with better vision than Jane.

Thinking of what to do, Shen Xianchan was too lazy to continue watching the video.

Turn off the projection screen, remove the tape, and put it back in the case.

The box was stuffed back to the bottom of the bed along with the fine dust in the air. Without accident, it would not be turned out by the owner for several years, and it could only generate ashes at the bottom of the bed.

Want Want Senbei is out of the game.

Shen Xianchan started the live broadcast.

Four or five o'clock in the afternoon in August is a good time to fall asleep, and there are not many fans who come into the live broadcast room for the first time.

Shen Xianchan called up a blank document on the computer desktop, and typed a line of large characters:

[Two games, chat for a while. ]

Then the title of the live broadcast room was changed to a full stop.

The professional screen recorder KK hired by Jun Buye struggled for a while, struggling between money and conscience, and finally gave up today's extra money.

However, he still left a message to his benefactor—an unknown trumpet who was quick to make money—with professional ethics:

[Boss, I have something to do outside today, and I can’t record the screen. My special attention jumped out of the anchor’s start broadcast reminder. I’m sorry to tell you. ]

During the game break, Jun Buye glanced at his phone, and happened to see this message.

"Come here first, continue tomorrow."

"Okay, it's six o'clock, and it's time to eat." Old Kou got up and greeted everyone to go to the restaurant, "Let's go—Captain, are you going?"

"Well, save me some food."

"Tsk tsk, it's strange, the sun came out from the west." Old Kou and his party walked out, "Then you come and eat quickly, and you need to heat it up when it gets cold."

Garbled live broadcast room.

The title of the live broadcast room was different from usual, just a full stop.

Click in, and what you see is not the game interface of "Battle of Freedom", but a word document.

Following the questions raised on the barrage, words were continuously typed in garbled characters in the document. After answering one question, when it was time to answer the next question, the answer to the previous question was deleted.

Jun Buye used his trumpet to go to the fan group to take a peek at the screen.

Almost in sync with the launch time of the garbled live broadcast, the group owner ate all the members in the fan group:

[@all members chat time.Don't record your screen, don't record your screen, don't record your screen.Please do not file.Do not upload. ]

Can't record the live broadcast?

Jun Buye put on the earphones, the background sound was very quiet, only the crackling sound of garbled characters typing on the keyboard and the crisp clicking sound of the mouse.

Barrage: [garbage, what's for dinner? ]

Garbled code: [Century-old shop, imperial cuisine. ]

Barrage: [Understood, it should be the delicious noodle restaurant that Garbled said. ]

Garbled characters: [Hmm. ]

Barrage: [When will the anchor turn on the camera? ]

Garbled code: [Fan brand level 1, why should I answer your question, next. ]

Barrage: [garbled characters, why have you been lining up with Want Want Senbei lately?Long time no see your solo queue, lonely QAQ]

Garbled code: [Want Want Senbei is more delicious. ]

Barrage: [Which taste is the best! ]

Garbled code: [For now, the original flavor. ]

Barrage: [The playlist is empty, what song is Brother Ma listening to recently? ]

Garbled code: [I will not share the playlist today.If you must know, the March of the Volunteers. ]

Jun Buye smiled, looked at the time, and walked towards the restaurant with his mobile phone in his hand.

Little Q was curious, and leaned over: "Captain, what are you looking at?"

Jun Buye covered the phone with his backhand, "... Wisdom Little C?"

Little Q: "...?"

He pointed to himself with his index finger, hesitating, "Little Wisdom Q?"

Jun Buye: "..."

Snow helped him say the unfinished words: "Little Q with mental retardation, give me an extra bowl of rice."

Little Q: "?"

outrageous.

"I'm mentally handicapped little Q, you're smart little S, you don't belong to the same family, don't expect me to give you extra meals."

Jun Buye called to stop urgently: "Whether it is a mentally retarded family or a wise family, I am the captain. That's fine, if anyone else wants extra food, I'll serve it together."

Old Kou was blunt: "Thank you Captain!"

Lao Kou, Snow, and his own rice, a total of three bowls.

Jun Buye made two trips.

Because I have to watch the live broadcast with my mobile phone in one hand, I don’t have time.

Little Q regretfully ended today's dinner.

He felt that the captain must have his own big secret!

But Xiao Q failed to discover it.

Very wrong.