love slowly

——There is no one that Huang Shaotian can't PK.

This is a widely circulated sentence in the Blue Rain training camp.From the captain Wei Chen, the vice captain Fang Shijing, down to the rookies in the training camp, as long as Huang Shaotian takes a fancy to them, sooner or later they will be dragged to the arena for a game.

Yu Wenzhou was not spared either.

Early the next morning, Yu Wenzhou, who came to the training room on time to participate in the training, was caught by Huang Shaotian who was crackling in front of the computer while eating his breakfast: "Come here, come here, arena 28529."

Yu Wenzhou didn't realize at first that he was talking to him, until Huang Shaotian grabbed him who was passing by: "What about you, have you had breakfast yet?"

The topic changed a bit quickly, Yu Wenzhou froze for a moment before nodding.

"It's just right to eat. Let's get room number 28529." Huang Shaotian swallowed the steamed stuffed bun fiercely, choking on his throat because he ate too fast, beating his chest and feet.

Yu Wenzhou handed over the mineral water he just bought, and Huang Shaotian gulped down a few gulps before swallowing the steamed stuffed bun stuck in his throat with a grimace.

"Thank you, hey, my fame was almost ruined by a steamed bun." Huang Shaotian returned the water to Yu Wenzhou, and urged him for the third time, "Hurry up and turn on the computer, I wanted to PK with you last night, and I dreamed of losing Here it is, but I heard that dreams come in reverse, it seems that I can win today."

He really didn't think he was going to lose.The title of genius is not something that can be placed on someone's head casually. After a long time, he hears too many praises. For a teenager who can be regarded as a child, pride and conceit are inevitable.

The newcomer to the training camp next to him smiled and said, "Would you please eat if you win?"

Huang Shaotian curled his lips: "Then don't I want to hire seventeen or eight meals a day, go dreaming."

The newcomer looked at Yu Wenzhou, and couldn't remember his name for a while: "Who is that, you have to work hard, beat Huang Shao, this kid is too arrogant, and he doesn't want to smoke."

Yu Wenzhou smiled kindly and went to turn on the computer.

Huang Shaotian wanted to PK with people, this happened three times a day on average in the training camp, it was as frequent as eating, so except for a few boring guys who came to watch, the rest didn't pay much attention.

The first round: Huang Shaotian, with a steamed bun in his mouth, clacked and tapped on the keyboard, Yu Wenzhou took his time to grasp the rhythm, swordsman vs. warlock, and in the end, after hitting blood red, Huang Shaotian won at the cost of spitting out the steamed stuffed bun in his mouth up.

Huang Shaotian looked back suspiciously at Yu Wenzhou who was sitting in the corner.The opponent's hand speed was as tragic as he thought before, no, it should be said that it was even worse than he thought.At present, in the training camp, except for the aunt who cleans up, just pull out anyone who can beat him.But such a handicapped fight with him to blood red?

The second game: Huang Shaotian's horsepower was fully activated, the keyboard and mouse were beeping, and the teenagers at the next table could hear his operating sound through the earphones, and couldn't help sticking their heads out: "Oh, it's pretty hard to play."

The swordsman on the screen was focused on ravaging the struggling warlock. Huang Shaotian's hand speed was so fast that it completely destroyed the rhythm that Yu Wenzhou hadn't mastered. In the end, Yu Wenzhou's rhythm collapsed and he easily won the second round.

In the third and fourth rounds, Huang Shaotian won more and more smoothly, but his brows became tighter and tighter. He still felt that he couldn't find the feeling of the first round, that wonderful rhythm controlled experience. The professional players in the Yu team have experienced it.

Whenever Yu Wenzhou wanted to speed up his hand speed, which had little room for improvement because of his high hand speed pressure, his rhythm would collapse due to panic and operational errors.

He felt that the other party could do better.

I don't know how many times he has played, Huang Shaotian has completely lost interest, and even the people around him have lost interest, and returned to their seats in dismay.

Huang Shaotian looked at the warlock who was lying on the ground and hadn't left the room, and quickly typed a word on the screen.

【You are in a hurry, slow down and try. 】

When sending it, Huang Shaotian turned his head to look at Yu Wenzhou in the corner. He lowered his head, looked at the screen silently, and finally freed his hands to type.

[No matter how slow it is, there is really no need to compare. 】

Huang Shaotian felt as if his finger had been pricked by a needle.He suddenly felt that it was unkind to bully the opponent's handicap with his explosive hand speed, especially in the last few rounds. A sword pierced in.

Although the game is only about winning or losing without caring about means, Huang Shaotian realized that this is actually very cruel for a person who works very hard but is limited by his talent.Seeing his character retreating under the oppression of the opponent, knowing where his problem lies but unable to change it, he can only fall down because of the same failure time and time again.

What kind of mood is this...

He doesn't know, doesn't understand, but that doesn't stop him from thinking.

He turned back to peek at Yu Wenzhou again, he was still sitting there quietly, watching the screen motionless, as if he was waiting for something.

Huang Shaotian moved his finger, and he typed a line on the screen:

[Changing your path, try to beat me with rhythm. 】

It took a long time for a text bubble to appear from the corpse of the warlock lying on the ground.

【it is good. 】

A few years later, Yu Wenzhou, who still had few victories in single duels, finally fulfilled this agreement on the other hand.Of course, this is for another day.

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