Caishen Live Room [E-sports]

According to Bo Mingye's suggestion, Kezhou and the others optimized the battle plan.After running in for several times, they have achieved results beyond expectations, and the training task at this stage is considered complete.

Fang Lele was amazed: "Should it be said that a vegetable has a vegetable blessing? I haven't experienced hundreds of mistakes, how can I find such an unpopular perspective and style of play?"

With fruit candy in his mouth, Bi Sheng said: "At least he was born as a professional player, but I don't know how he became what he is now. I remember that he performed well this season. It wouldn't be because of them. Have the players been poisoned? Just like that, poisonous apples that turn handicapped after eating, to prevent them from playing for other clubs after they go out?"

"You are acting like a fairy tale, and you still have poisonous apples." Fang Lele looked at him pityingly, "Eat less sugar, I think your brain has been sugared."

"This is someone else's privacy. If he doesn't say it himself, we don't need to ask." Ke Zhou said solemnly.

As the only person present who knew that Bo Mingye suffered from neurological hand-brain incoordination, extremely high error rate, and particularly bad luck, etc., he felt a sense of responsibility—just like how people treat the elderly in nursing homes, They should also treat such handicapped e-sports kindly.

In his perception, Mingye Bo is like a veteran suffering from Parkinson's. He has rich life experience and yearns for a higher mountain, but he has more energy than he wants.Therefore, while gaining combat experience from him, I should not only maintain his self-esteem, but also support him and take him to see a wider world.

He wants to tell him with practical actions: I am your wheelchair!

Of course, the "veteran" Bo Mingye didn't know about his mental activities.

Ke Zhou came to the No. [-] training room, which is a one-on-one teaching computer room, and there are only two computers in it.

Bo Mingye was playing the man-machine battle training ground again, which was the scene where the Jizhou players had been training just now.It's just that his operation is really worrying. He may not be able to complete the operation in two minutes that those people can complete in two seconds.

After watching it for a few minutes, Kezhou couldn't stand it any longer. Just like Bo Mingye pointed out to him before, he put his hand on the back of the man's hand to help him control the mouse: "This billboard itself is not completely vertical, so the jumping point needs to be adjusted." Slightly tilt upwards, take two more steps away, I will hold it for you, that's it - jump!"

Su Mingye pressed space.

[Cooking God] took off stiffly, staggered over the words "Peach Foot Therapy", and fell to the ground.

Kezhou full of confidence: "..." How could this be?

Bo Mingye smiled dryly: "Maybe I accidentally shook the letter Z."

God damn zigzag!How can you still have this kind of micromanagement?And I'm holding you, I'm the MVP holding you, can you still shake Z under my hand?Is it so bizarre!

Feeling too embarrassed, Ke Zhou let go of his hand, pretending to be calm and said: "It's probably like this, you should stabilize yourself and don't shake, try a few more times."

Bo Mingye replied empathetically, "Okay, I'll try again later."

[God of Cooking] was hammered to death by the opposite AI opponent and returned to the resurrection point.

Ke Zhou coughed, and his fingers slid across Bo Mingye's neck and arms: "What's going on with you?"

Subconsciously picking the dewgrass blue on his arm, Bo Mingye explained: "I splashed paint in the store this morning, and I got a little bit on my body, and I can't wash it off for a while. Why don't I change my clothes too? The support shirts from the league came."

"Oh, paint." Ke Zhou grabbed the back collar of his T-shirt, picked up the coat he was carrying on the back of the chair, and looked critically, "Is this the overalls of your training camp?"

Tsk, it's blue and blue, it looks like a school uniform, and the logo is still innovative.

Bo Mingye said: "Well, I'm sorry, I know it's not appropriate to wear the work clothes of my own shop here. Today is indeed an emergency, and I won't do it next time."

"Why didn't the manpower side give you the Ji Zhou team uniform?" Ke Zhou was a little unhappy.

"I'm a part-timer, so it would be nice to have a badge. I don't need a team uniform, and it won't represent the polar day. It's not necessary." Bo Mingye said, "However, I left you a set of our silver medal." Fan’s overalls, if you become a coach with us, you can wear them.”

This is also Bo Mingye's little trick to win over the MVP.

Look, how economical it is to sell favors with a set of work clothes.If you can really invite this big Buddha, even if you just stand there as a human-shaped background board, don't you worry about the business in their shop?

Ke Zhou rubbed the coat with his fingers: "Didn't you see, I'm so busy training, how can I have so much time to be a coach for your brat!"

Well, the fabric is not bad, is it cotton?

Bo Mingye said with a flattering smile: "That must wait until you are free, and it will never take up your training time."

Ke Zhou shook off the coat: "Do you know what size I'm wearing? Don't it won't fit me then."

Um?Isn't it "no time"?Start worrying about "not fitting"?

Bo Mingye suppressed a smile, coaxing him to ask, "What size do you usually wear?"

"Each clothes are different, yours is size L? I'll try wearing yours first." As he said that, he put on Mingye's coat and stretched the hem, "I'm still growing, It seems a little smaller."

"Really? The shoulder is just right." Bo Mingye stood up and helped him turn over his collar.

What's the matter with this man's hand, it's a little itchy when it touches his neck.

Ke Zhou resisted the urge to shrink his neck, and pursed his lips to criticize: "The sleeves are short, I'm one size bigger than you, I want XL."

OK, you have the final say.

Bo Mingye helped him tidy up his cuffs again: "Okay, I'll leave you an XL size." He looked up at him slightly, and seized the opportunity to boast, "Teacher Kezo, you're handsome."

Ke Zhou gave a disdainful "tss", and then secretly glanced at himself from the reflection of the black screen of the computer.

I feel that this blue color seems to be really attractive.

According to the part-time agreement, Mingye Susukino's salary is calculated by the hour.

Theoretically, his waiting time should also be counted, but today is the first day of reporting, and he and Kezhou haven't finalized the time for the sparring, so they definitely don't care about such trivial matters, not to mention that he still has the intention of hugging his thigh .Now that I have received money from others, I still have to work hard, and I can't waste time trying on clothes.

So Bo Mingye took the initiative to ask: "Team Ke, let's talk about the sparring program first, how do you need me to cooperate with you?"

Ke Zhou took off his coat slowly and put it back on the back of the chair: "Let's set the time for the sparring first, and consider the situation between you and me."

"Okay, my side is relatively free, mainly depends on you." Bo Mingye said casually.

"We made a new training plan today, and here is my schedule." Kezhou sent him a spreadsheet, "I have taken up all the time slots marked in red, and the blue part is fine."

"Then let's take these few hours." Bo Mingye completed the form, "This is 12 hours a week. If it needs to be increased, we can discuss it later."

"can."

"Then shall we start today?"

"Well, I'm free now."

With more than an hour left, Ke Zhou originally wanted to review the last five-game losing streak with him, but when he thought of the "Z-shake" just now and those unexplainable operational errors, Ke Zhou I plan to understand the mechanism of his "nervous system disorder" first.

"Then let's start a training session first?" Bo Mingye asked.

"No." Ke Zhou said, "You play a game of minesweeper first and show me."

"???"

Just when Bo Mingye was deeply puzzled, the alarm on his mobile phone rang suddenly.

It is now four o'clock in the afternoon, which is the live broadcast time he set before.

Being Kezo's sparring partner is of course more important than the live broadcast, so Mingye Bo turned off the alarm and was ready to put pigeons on the audience in the live broadcast room.

Kezhou saw the prompt on the phone and asked, "Is it going to be broadcast live?"

"It's okay, pigeon." Bo Mingye said.

"You can drive it." Ke Zhou said considerately, "Open more live broadcasts, maybe it will also benefit your training camp enrollment."

"……"Yeah?are you seriousIf everyone knows that Caishen is the coach of Yinfan Youth E-sports Training Camp, they should avoid it.

Probably, Ke Zhou also felt that this statement was illogical, and changed his words: "I will accumulate popularity for you and earn some rehabilitation medical expenses."

Rehabilitation?Is it true that I am disabled in e-sports?

Bo Mingye didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay, then I will start the live broadcast." He suddenly thought of something, "Hey wait, do you have a voice changer here? I don't want to be recognized as Overload."

Ke Zhou thought for a while: "You wait."

He left for a few minutes and came back with a microphone with a voice changer in his hand and a jersey jacket.

Bo Mingye adjusted the live broadcast settings and asked, "Are you cold? Turn the air conditioner up?"

Kezhou shook his head: "No need. Let's start, minesweeping."

Thin Mingye clicked the start button.

As soon as the audience opened the live broadcast room, they saw the ancient and familiar game interface, as well as the light pink octopus head.

The barrage quickly brushed up:

【Um?Did I enter the wrong live room? 】

[What is the anchor doing? 】

[No way, no way, no one can't even play minesweeper. 】

[Laughing, this is the first time I've watched a game anchor play minesweeper. 】

[Ask if you don’t understand, is this a new game?How to play? 】

[I suspect that there are elementary school students upstairs. Don't look at the God of Cooking, elementary school students will be brought food!Go do your homework! 】

【Come on, let's see the demeanor of God of Cookery in Minesweeper! 】

Bo Mingye pretended to be relaxed and explained: "The game of minesweeping is quite simple. You just need to open a safe area first, and then judge where there are mines based on the numbers."

He casually pressed the first grid in the upper left corner.

The whole picture exploded.

[Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, you old wretch. 】

[One thing to say is that this is not a question of IQ, it is indeed a question of luck. 】

[Mom asked me why I sprayed rice on the screen hahahahahaha. 】

Thin Mingye: "..."

Ke Zhou sat with his arms folded on his left side, out of the camera lens, holding a tablet computer in his hand, recording every step of Bo Mingye's operation, he raised his chin: "Reopen."

Bo Mingye let out an "oh" and restarted the round: "It was such a coincidence just now hahaha, do it again and do it again."

【Um?Was there someone talking next to him just now? 】

[Is it a little brother? 】

[Everyone who engages in live broadcasting now has a brokerage company, maybe it's a broker? 】

Bo Mingye took a sneak peek at Kezhou, this time changing the first grid in the upper right corner.

The whole picture exploded.

A prophet has already predicted it in the interactive barrage, and I am laughing like crazy at the moment.

Who knows how long it will take to start a game!

Ke Zhou was speechless because of his luck: "Wait a minute, let me go!"

As he spoke, he got up and crossed in front of Bo Mingye, reached out his hand, and clicked the mouse.

A miracle happened, just like that, a large number and gaps appeared, almost occupying half of the map.

Bo Mingye was very happy: "This is a great start!"

However, the interactive barrage suddenly fell silent.

Because Kezhou's upper body happened to pass by the camera, although his face was not photographed, he was wearing Ji Zhou's team uniform and had a badge on his chest.