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Qu Yi: "You shake the camera too fast!"

Jin Yuan: "Go to the left, this position is not good."

Qu Yi: "This is the back slope, the location is good enough!"

Jin Yuan: "Wouldn't Beipo be beaten? The circle is still so big, people who come in from the weak circle will scoop you up from the side, and you won't be able to cry when you look at the box." He Like an old mother, she said earnestly, "Be good, be obedient."

Qu Yi: "... Be good with a hammer."

Jin Yuan: "You're not as good as a hammer."

Qu Yi: "@#￥!#*&...&%"

Jin Yuan: "What are you talking about?"

Qu Yi: "Chinese dirty words."

Jin Yuan: "A good college student is the flower of the motherland. You must pay attention to your quality."

The two of them stumbled along the way, experienced and witnessed all kinds of unimaginable things such as drifting hearses, flying gun lines and so on. They were in a hurry for a long time.

This sense of fit can even make them squat in the haystack and talk and laugh together.

"This person killed himself with a vehicle," Qu Yi said.

"It's said that you don't drink and drive, and you don't drink while driving." Jin Yuan said.

"This person was poisoned to death..." Qu Yi said.

"It is recommended to download a fast car, learn how to use the means of transportation first, and then play PUBG, step by step." Jin Yuan said.

The poison circle was refreshed, and the scourge came.

"It shouldn't be, I'm such an European." Jin Yuan looked at him, "Tell me, did you spend all your luck on Weibo lottery?"

Qu Yi: "I'm not, I haven't, I've always been so wrong."

"That sounds quite proud." Jin Yuan finally took out his left hand, bent his index finger, and tapped on the table, "Running around, you must be quick when you change guns."

When he retracted his forearm, the warm skin brushed against Qu Yi's cold and thin wrist, leaving an obvious tactile sensation.

Seeing his earnest appearance in drug-running, Jin Yuan suddenly felt that maybe he was like this, with the appearance of a college student.

Clean and simple.

Although it is easy to get angry, but it has a good temper. When you are around, it will definitely scratch you from time to time, and run away after the skin is finished, leaving behind a string of naughty and happy laughter.

"Jin Yuan?" Qu Yi called him, "Move your vision!"

A trace of nervousness emerged in Jin Yuan's heart, he didn't even realize that he was distracted during the game.

"Hold down Alt and don't let go." He stared at the screen intently.

"There are still 11 Magnum rounds," Qu Yi said. "There are too many people in the final round, 13?"

"This is called adding 13 of you," Jin Yuan moved the angle of view, "There is one Voldemort in the grass at 165," opened the mirror, "There are two on the hillside at the height of 45, one behind a stone and one behind a tree. These two should fight for the time being. Look again, "the one on your right."

"Oh... what?! The one on my right?"

Jin Yuan smiled, and showed him the picture: "Here, it's showing my feet."

"Lying on the grass... I thought it was a leaf," Qu Yi said, "He probably didn't notice me either."

Jin Yuan's shoulders drooped naturally, showing a relaxed posture, and asked slowly: "Brother will take you to slaughter the finals?"

"Massacre?" Qu Yi asked him.

"Clear out the person on the right, run to that tree, and change to a spy." Jin Yuan gave him the route.

This is going to be a target.

"There are so many people in the circle, I guess the guns are very fast," Jin Yuan looked at him, "Don't look, get up and work."

Qu Yi controlled his footsteps so that Jin Yuan could be more careful when opening the mirror. Before the person on the right could squat up, Jin Yuan had turned him into a box.

"You don't need to lick it anymore, you don't need anything, just transfer it directly." Jin Yuan said.

The two of them switched to the tree just mentioned, and there was a poison circle behind them, so there was no need to worry about being stolen. The left and right sides were flat ground, and the eight-fold mirror did not find any traces.

The next step is to look at Jin Yuan's marksmanship. There are not many places that Qu Yi needs to operate. Through the vision in the [-]x mirror, he roughly judges that Jin Yuan is determining the number and position.

There was fire in the distance, and only moderate gunshots could be heard from their side. Jin Yuan hooked the corner of his mouth, and the mouse fell, aiming precisely at one of them's secondary head.

"Bang".

[2UTen, Plateau use AWM headshot to kill SaiSenXIan]

The other person with the steel gun obviously didn't realize that his head was robbed just like that, and then the second gunshot rang out.

[2UTen, Plateau use AWM headshot to kill IAMbbJi]

And at this moment, a bullet from the opposite mountain hit them in the head of the third level.

"...Slowing down." Jin Yuan looked at Qu Yi's medicine, "M24 is opposite."

Qu Yi clenched his fist, rarely being so nervous in the final round: "I try to react as quickly as possible."

"It's already very fast," Jin Yuan said, "The one opposite is either Zhou Yanchuan or Jiji." He licked his lips, "Face him, get ready."

Qu Yi took a deep breath, probed, and before Jin Yuan opened the mirror, Qu Yi hid back, and the bullet whizzed past.

"Pretty," Jin Yuan said, "the other side."

Qu Yi switched sides, Jin Yuan turned on the mirror, and before they had time to confirm their positions, he fired a shot.

[2UTen, Plateau use AWM headshot to kill 2UTen, Select]

"Hey, the flood has rushed to the Dragon King Temple." Jin Yuan gloated.

"Won't conscience hurt?" Qu Yile asked happily.

Next, Qu Yi, as a robot providing direction and position, witnessed the massacre in the final circle that Jin Yuan said.

Among the 12 enemies in the circle, except for the one on the right side who was swept to death with M4, the remaining 11 people were all fed to Magnum.

And they only have 11 magnums.

Really hit the nail on the head.

Although in this game mode, the opponents basically have some problems of inflexible positioning, insufficient response or poor coordination, this still does not affect their outstanding performance.

"Good luck, eat chicken tonight!" The host walked to the middle of the stage, "Congratulations to Daddy Yuan for eating chicken again!"

Qu Yi stood next to him, holding a small gold pot, carefully studying the words engraved on the back—the champion of the college exhibition competition.

Someone in the ear said with a smile: "Student Wen is also very good."

"Yes, our classmate Wen...classmate Wen?" The host raised his voice, "Student Wen Huancheng?"

Qu Yi was pushed on the waist, he turned his head to look at Jin Yuan with a confused face, and then saw the host's begging smile, a little confused.

"Student Wen, how does it feel to eat chicken with Father Yuan?" The host kept a professional smirk.

Qu Yi blinked five or six times in a row, his eyelashes flickering: "Ah... yes, yes, I am classmate Wen, oh, let's eat chicken with Yuan's father|... no, I don't mean that, I mean If it’s eating chicken, I’m very excited, very happy, um… that’s it.”

Jin Yuan started laughing again.

When they took a group photo and shook hands, Qu Yi couldn't hold back, and glared at him, only to see Jin Yuan throw the golden pot into his arms again: "I'm here to commemorate you."

"I don't want it." Before Qu Yi could push away, Jin Yuan turned around and took a photo with others.

"You fucking..." Qu Yi took a breath, stepped off the stage holding the golden pot, and said silently, "I'm a college student, and I have qualities."

After stepping on the stairs, a group of people rushed over, and Qu Zhizhi leaned back: "Don't ask me! The golden pot is here! Jin Yuan just touched it! It's still warm! Hurry up!"

He stuffed the golden pot into the arms of a certain classmate, bent over and slipped away quickly.

He was stopped by Hong Jianguo halfway through the run.

Before Hong Jianguo was about to scold him, he said, "Ahem... It's not that I didn't let you replace Brother Cheng, you went to the toilet by yourself!"

"Don't worry about it, come with me, hurry up!" Hong Jianguo pulled him.

"What are you doing?" Qu Yi bumped into a person's shoulder and hurriedly apologized.

Hong Jianguo walked quickly: "Brother Gangcheng asked me where the backstage was, and then he copied his Samsung Brick that was tens of thousands of years ago and left. I suspect that he may be going to murder!"

murder?

Who to kill?

The first thought that came to Qu Yi's mind was Jin Yuan.