"Fire in the hole!"

In an Internet cafe with light luxury decoration style, the curved computer screen displays a shooting game that has been popular for many years. Long Mingyi is sitting on the leather sofa. Next to him is a man wearing glasses and a light green shirt. Two people

People work very well together in the game.

The man's right hand clicked on the mouse, and his left hand kept typing on the keyboard. Behind him were the exclamations of a group of young people.

"Gunshot to the head."

"It's a sniper! It's a sniper." Another one shouted excitedly, "A sniper can even shoot a headshot!"

Long Ming held an AK47, fired and pressed, and rushed ahead.

"This eldest brother is also good. Although he is much worse than the one next to him."

"A few shots per shot, pretty good."

The man and Long Ming looked at each other and smiled.

This man wearing glasses is called Xiao Yan, and he is Long Mingyi's junior student in college. He was known as the gun god at that time, and was nicknamed "Death Sniper". His diagonal jump to the left with one hand instantly opened the scope, which many people

nightmare.

"You have regressed." Xiao Yan teased Long Mingyi.

"I'm not a 'death sniper.'" Long Mingyi admitted and also sarcastically mocked Xiao Yan.

"You are a financial sniper." Xiao Yan smiled broadly, "I was really looking forward to seeing you cheat today."

At that time, Long Mingyi had an unstable "Zone". Xiao Yan and several people he always played with said that Long Mingyi was called "ZONE". At a certain point, Long Mingyi seemed to have a "ZONE", regardless of his hand.

What kind of gun was in it? It shot consecutive headshots. In this state, Xiao Yan did not dare to confront Long Mingyi with hard steel. This time was very short, up to one minute, and Long Mingyi could not control the opening time.

After this time, Long Mingyi might have emptied an entire magazine and not even be able to touch the enemy's fur.

This "instability" restricted Long Mingyi from participating in the school team, and he could only be regarded as their good friend and the best sixth man.

After the game ended, Xiao Yan took off his headphones and said, "Have you found the feeling you had before?"

"No." Long Mingyi also took off his headphones. He had not been in that state for a long time.

This state can only be achieved by practicing hard and playing all the time. But Long Mingyi has not played for a long time.

After coming out of the Internet cafe, Xiao Yan and Long Ming walked side by side on the street, each holding a bottle of Coke. They were just like they had walked out of the Internet cafe.

Xiao Yan put one hand in his pocket and walked slowly. At the same time, he said slowly, "I'm here this time because the team finally reached the semifinals."

Xiao Yan is considered a veteran of domestic e-sports. He runs a club that has failed to pass the preliminaries for several consecutive years. This time, their team has a ruthless person who is good at the "jungle" position.

people.

A player who started his career as a gun player did not get any good rankings, but he came to the pinnacle of e-sports with the title of MOBA game club manager. Xiao Yan sometimes regretted the arrangement of fate, and sometimes thanked it.

"What you like and do all the time will always be rewarded." Long Mingyi congratulated him.

"You said that if e-sports were so popular at that time..." Xiao Yan stopped on the side of the road, leaned on the railing on the side of the road and looked at the river in the distance. He turned to Long Mingyi and said with emotion: "Will we act as

Professional athletes stand on stage."

"Yes." Long Mingyi said: "Actually, you just lack systematic training."

They were all in college when they came into contact with video games. In fact, they didn't think that what they started to get into was called "e-sports". It was just a group of like-minded friends playing games together. Later, they participated in some competitions and won some honors. It gradually became a team. However, this team can only be regarded as an amateur team, and their main business is still their work.

After graduation, Xiao Yan and the others need to go to work, work, make money, and survive.

The familiar sound of gunfire is not as familiar as the sound of banknotes;

The familiar sound of explosions is not as good as the familiar sound of typing.

They stepped in front of the glorious era of e-sports and missed the opportunity. But it is precisely because of them, their love and accumulation that e-sports has prospered.

"Haha." Xiao Yan said, "I got two tickets for you. The location is good. You want to come on Saturday night."

"Okay, I will definitely go." Long Mingyi also looked into the distance, as if he had returned to the past...

On Saturday night, Long Mingyi and Mi Ming came to the arena with tickets. Shen Yiren didn't like games, Zhang Yueqian thought it was better to play sports, and Xu Chen thought playing games was better than playing real games.

Long Mingyi and Mi Ming, two game fans, sat next to a group of young men and women, and suddenly felt a little old. These people were fans of Xiao Yan's team, Flame TQ. These children were holding colorful light signs. Cheer for your “idol”.

Mi Ming said: "Fortunately, I'm not sitting next to the fans."

"Afraid of a 'football war between Honduras and El Salvador'?" Long Ming shook his head, "Isn't that the case?"

"Very serious." Mi Ming nodded heavily. "It would be fatal for any 'fan' to go crazy."

Xiao Yan sat off the field and looked at his favorite generals. He turned his head and saw Long Mingyi in the audience and waved to him.

Before Long Mingyi waved, the "children" around him were very excited and shouted the slogan "Fire, flame, break through everything."

"We will have a slogan tomorrow for fighting swords." Mi Ming joked: "Fighting swords, fighting swords, overcoming thorns and thorns."

"Shut up." Long Ming stopped Mi Ming's nonsense.

Today's game was extremely stalemate. The ruthless man Xiao Yan mentioned was targeted throughout the game. The support tried their best to protect him, but it was still difficult to stop him. At twelve minutes, Gao Gao was easily pushed.

Xiao Yan communicated with the team leader and hoped to come up with some solutions. In the second game, it was still the same. The jungler got several kills, but this was based on the sacrifice of his teammates. This game lasted longer, and ten Eight minutes.

Mi Ming said: "The team is not balanced."

As soon as the words came out, the fan next to him stopped. "Why do you criticize others? Do you know how hard they practice? They have to play for more than ten hours a day."

"Okay, come on?"

"Yes." Long Mingyi said: "The people Xiao Yan leads will not relax. They must be training with such intensity."

"Do you know the manager of Flame TG?"

"Old friend." Long Ming looked at Xiao Yan sitting on the chair, his legs shaking. He was nervous, excited, and weak at the same time.

Flame TG's victory in the quarter-finals was actually a matter of luck. That day, the genius Xiao Yan said opened a mode similar to Long Mingyi's. The whole person blocked the killing gods and the demons blocked the killing demons, leading the team into the semi-finals. finals.

Today, they met the defending champion. Today they were in a headwind game. The whole team was in flames, and their morale was low after two games.

The sound of support from the defending champion's side rose to the sky. It was already very calm here. The momentum was overwhelming, as if they were singing a song of victory. As soon as Long Ming knew about Xiao Yan, if he wanted to win, that team member must continue

Open this state.

Where did this state come from? Long Mingyi didn't know. He tried his best to recall how he would open up. Every time he was looked down upon, every time he was humiliated...

"Angry!" Once Long Ming knew it, he shook Mi Ming's hand and said, "It's anger!"

"Can you speak the earth's language? Even the most obscure one." Mi Ming looked confused.

Long Ming pushed Mi Ming away, left his seat, and ran all the way to Xiao Yan.

"Angry!" Long Ming said to Xiao Yan, "My state comes from anger. It comes from my opponent's contempt for me."

Xiao Yan opened his mouth and recalled that Long Mingyi was usually in a desperate situation.

"I understand." Xiao Yan rushed to the stage and whispered a few words to his ace player.

In the third game, the ace really came into his own, riding alone and traveling thousands of miles away. The character he used swung the hook, got five kills, and directly pushed the opponent's high ground with the shooter behind him.

The cheerleaders on the Flame side regained their fighting spirit and began to cheer for the home team. "Flame, flame, break through everything."

Long Mingyi was curious about what Xiao Yan said in his ear.

Xiao Yan told Long Mingyi mysteriously, "If you don't play well, your e-sports-loving girlfriend will dislike you, and your family will ask you to go back and inherit the family business, and then go to work every day."
Chapter completed!