The first shooter, he was reborn [Esports]

2018年6月20日，晚8:30，上海建安体育中心。

KPL Spring Eastern Conference Finals: TGVSDW

The current score is 0:2

The third game is underway——

"I'll go. Can such a good team led by Lian Shen lose? Sagittarius is sleepwalking."

"Qiqi is okay, the main reason is that the brush hits the wild field and picks graves in the team battle with zero output. I don't know what to do with the three-way economy. It's better to let Lian Shen eat the economy and hit the core."

"All three highlands were lost in 4 minutes, and the economic gap was [-]... Tsk, if there is no accident, this game will be cold again."

"Wouldn't it be directly blocked by DW [-]-[-]?"

"..."

Hearing the voices of a few ordinary spectators discussing the situation of the game without hesitation came from behind, TG manager Zhang Hui who was sitting in the team seat in front stood up with a dark face.

It is impossible for anyone to be in a good mood seeing his team play so aggrieved.Zhang Hui was so angry that the top of his head was about to smoke, he simply ignored it and was about to leave the stands and go back to the lounge.

The substitute who was sitting with him on the team seat consciously moved his leg to make way for him, neither of them dared to speak.

Zhang Hui struggled through the aisle with his beer belly sticking out, a layer of greasy sweat oozing from his plump face.

The cooling effect of the central Y air conditioner in the stadium is really not as good as that of the desktop in the room, he thought, and then he almost wanted to leave without looking back.

The substitute jungler Feishen, who was sitting in the opposite position, breathed a sigh of relief.

wrong.

Zhang Hui walked out for a few steps and suddenly thought of something and turned back. He looked at the team's substitute top laner and jungler, and asked suspiciously, "You two are here, what about Clear?"

Clear is a substitute shooter trained by the team from the youth training camp. He is a withdrawn stutterer with no acquaintances in the team and no particularly strong backing.

It is precisely because of this that he is destined to be a transparent person in TG, the kind that no one cares about, so he didn't even notice that he didn't come to watch the game.

The top laner on the bench shook his head in embarrassment, "I don't know either."

Feishen answered quickly: "Me too."

"Damn it, where did that little stutter go?"

Zhang Hui dropped such a sentence with an indifferent look on his face, cursed his mother secretly in his heart, and then finally turned and left.

Feishen wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and reported to Clear.

"TG-Flying God: The manager left early and went back to the waiting room. He is very angry now. You should be careful to avoid him."

"TG-Flying God: Chege Chege, please answer if you receive it!"

The mobile phone that was casually placed on the table by the owner buzzed and vibrated a few times, and then a low-battery notification sounded:

[Note: The current battery is too low, it will automatically shut down after 30 seconds, please charge it in time]

Seeing Feishen holding the phone with an anxious expression on his face, the substitute top laner was also a little apprehensive: "Hasn't Clear returned yet?"

"If you don't reply to the message, I will call... huh? Why is the phone turned off?!"

"No, my God, what should I do?"

"Day, I can only ask the Bodhisattva to bless you..."

Feishen's anxiety was on fire, which was in stark contrast to Cheng Che who was still calmly catching up on sleep at the bottom of the lounge.

He was punished by the coach last night to practice until 04:30 in the morning. After the training, he didn't feel sleepy, so he just stayed up all night.

Originally, I thought I could catch up on sleep during the day, but because of the Eastern Conference finals at night, everyone woke up very early, and they didn't sleep a wink after a busy day. Only after sending the starting team to the game did they have some free time.

The boy lying beside the table had black eyes, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked pathetic and pathetic.

"Well…"

I don't know if he had some terrible nightmare, the young man's thin shoulders trembled slightly, and he looked like he couldn't sleep well.

The right eyelid twitched without warning, as if foretelling the impending disaster.

"Squeak, bang—"

With the sound of the door opening, the man kicked the door and entered.

"You know how to sleep when you sleep, why don't you sleep to death? Ah?!"

There was a deafening sound like thunder.Cheng Che frowned slightly, it was rare that he was so good-tempered that he didn't immediately get up to fix people.

"Tsk."

Seeing that he didn't respond at all, the man who yelled loudly felt a little uncomfortable, "Don't pretend to be deaf, get up quickly."

Yu Bi patted the table vigorously with his palm, and then kicked the stool he was sitting on unrepentantly.

The shock was transmitted through the desktop, and the shock made people's brains hurt.Cheng Che just opened his eyes in a daze, and before he could sit up, the stool was kicked back for a while, almost falling down.

"Yes, are you sick?" He sat up straight and was about to scold his mother, but when he looked up and saw the man clearly, he was so surprised that he couldn't close his jaw.

Isn't this the team manager Zhang Ba Pi when he was a substitute?How could someone who was expelled two years ago be here?

"You, why are you... here, here... here?"

The unexpected situation in front of him made Cheng Che forget to get angry. Instead of scolding Zhang Hui, he wanted to know why he appeared in the TG team lounge before the opening of the World Championship Finals.

Seeing this little stuttering and dazed look, Zhang Hui felt even more angry, pointing at Cheng Che and cursing: "I haven't asked why you are here yet, it's your turn to ask me?"

"The substitutes have to go to the team bench to cheer for the team, don't you know? The team eats and drinks to feed you for a year just to make you lazy and playful?"

"Your contract expired yesterday, if you want to renew the contract, please show me a good performance, otherwise, get out!"

Cheng Che was even more confused when he heard this.

Not to mention the team manager, even the directors and bosses dare not say such things to himself, who is the league's top scorer, and Zhang Hui, an outsider alone, doesn't know how he would dare.

Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes?

Headache.

Cheng Che wanted to ask the security guard to "invite" this nonsense idiot out, but he was stunned after looking around the surroundings in a blink of an eye.

This is not the team lounge, this is... Although I don't know where it is, it feels strangely familiar.

…"Let's congratulate DW for winning! It's been smooth sailing and successfully won the third game!"

A clear sentence came from the monitor hung on the wall behind him to transcribe the live broadcast of the game. Cheng Che looked back and saw that the time in the upper right corner of the screen was June 2018, 6, not 20.

He rubbed his temples as if he had a headache, trying to recall:

Today is August 2021, 8, the World Champions Cup Finals, TG vs. SYG... I stepped on the empty steps and fell down when I was going up the stairs, and lost consciousness on the spot...

"..."

Your mother, I fell to my death and was reborn three years ago when I was a substitute?

After reacting, Cheng Che looked at his hands in disbelief. These hands were white and smooth, without the calluses worn by handheld devices all year round, and there were only a thin layer.

He snapped his fingers a few times out of curiosity, they were very flexible and didn't hurt at all.

It's not a dream, it's real!

In 2018, I was only 17 years old, my hands didn’t hurt, my waist didn’t hurt, my whole body was fine, it was good to be young!

Cheng Che stood up expressionlessly.

"I warn you! Don't mess around..."

Seeing that he was silent for a long time and started to move his wrists, Zhang Hui roared out of breath.

cowardly.

"Ah."

The boy's clear blue eyes contained many complex emotions, making it hard to see whether he was happy or sad or angry.

Even Cheng Che himself didn't know this.

He only knew one thing: he didn't want to be in this team, not even for a second.

Don't treat the substitute as a person, squeeze the labor force, delay wages, overlord contract, mental pua, verbal violence... He has lived such a life as a substitute for two years, and he really doesn't want to relive it again.

What Zhang Hui said just now is that his contract has expired, so that's just right, just go.

"You, you mean... that my contract has come, expired?"

"...tsk."

Seeing that the little stutterer didn't mean to hit someone, Zhang Hui regained his composure, "I'm just angry, don't think too much about it, just be a little better and smarter in the future, I can discuss with the management to keep you .”

He is the most familiar with this routine of slapping a candy. It used to be very useful, but now he just finds it funny.

It's just a trick to trick children.

Zhang Hui tentatively asked: "Do you think it will work?"

Cheng Che opened his mouth, but did not speak.

"boom--"

It's not that he didn't want to say it, it's just that the sound of kicking the door sounded before he could speak, and the room was suddenly in a commotion, and it was obvious that the members of the first team had returned.

Feishen and the substitute top dan followed closely behind them, and they almost went into cardiac arrest the moment they saw Cheng Che and Zhang Hui standing together.

God, Bodhisattva didn't keep Brother Che...

God: Then why do you ask him to poke me?

Because the opposing team had just pushed and smashed the crystal all the way to win the third match point, everyone's faces were not very good-looking.

"unlucky."

The jungler lava had nowhere to vent his anger, so he came over and kicked over the stool Cheng Che had been sitting on.

Who do you show your face to?

Cheng Che frowned unhappily, wanted to get angry but felt that it would be better not to make a fuss, so he ignored him.

Sagittarius Qiqi saw that something was wrong and hurried over to help Cheng Che, "Can Clear get me a glass of cold water? Thank you!"

Do you yourself have no arms or legs?

Cheng Che would have said that if he put it on someone else, but after all, Qi Qi was kind enough to help him out, so he understood.

"Tsk." Lava glared at Qiqi dissatisfied, but said nothing.

There was a faint smell of fire in the air.

Zhang Hui has always been a bully and shy of the tough, and he dared not speak much in this situation; the little fat man who knew the lava's temper assisted Qi Xi, and even didn't make any moves.

…"Everyone come here, let's review the last game."

In the end, it was the captain who broke the deadlock.

The coach was delayed by something and hasn't come back until now. Everyone can't wait, and they have to briefly replay the third game.

Lava, Qiqi and the others obediently passed.

Cheng Che turned around to fetch a cup for water.

It can be regarded as avoiding a fierce battle.

The author has something to say:

[Note]: Shou only stutters in his usual speech, but he doesn't stutter when he is in a fight with people and commanding the game.

(Don’t ask, asking is his mother’s strength (*￣︶￣))

【Reading Guide】

This article is an emotional e-sports article, and the description of e-sports competitions may not be too much

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