Chapter 8: The Warriors of the Gods

Familiar campus, a happy smiling face Ling Yun looked at such a peaceful scene as if a world away, the sadness on his face has completely disappeared, this disaster almost made him really understand the meaning of life, since it is already an impossible thing why bother, this summer he has experienced almost everything, from the loss of lost love to the threat of death, everything has never been experienced, and then it is an unbelievable strange event, so that he was still in the joy of surviving and fell into shock.

He was originally just an ordinary person, and all this experience made him a little confused and numb, and the broken love now seemed a little insignificant, even if he saw her, his heart would still ache.

What he has to do now is to work hard to make himself excellent, maybe it won't be long before he can smile and face everything he has experienced, look down on everything, and then say lightly, your vision is really bad.

"Ah, you're back!" A black iron-like guy, majestic and mighty sitting shirtless by the door of A513, fighting his favorite dota as always, his duck-like voice directly pulled Ling Yun from his reverie.

Looking at the computer, Ling Yun's heart suddenly appeared a strange feeling, the feeling was indescribable, as if it was a part of his body, his face twitched strangely twice, there must be a guy on the tanker who is a crazy computer fan, there is a feeling that this kind of computer is his wife, such a guy can only be described in one word, that is, a madman, think about it, he is also a guy who can treat the computer as his wife, what else can we say about him.

"Third child, come and see!" A howl came from inside the dormitory, Ling Yun raised his eyebrows, it can't be such a coincidence, just arrived, this guy's computer broke down?

I saw a white and clean guy sitting inside, with bright eyes and a calm face, I have to say that such a little white face does have the potential to seduce people, I saw him staring at the computer, as if he had seen a ghost.

This guy's name is Liu Cheng, he is a narcissist at all, and in addition to that, he is also a living treasure who can't live without a computer, but his computer level makes Ling Yun feel very ashamed, it's a computer novice at all, in other words, everything else doesn't work except for Zhilu Dao's typing, chatting, and playing games, even if it's a simple problem like reinstalling the system, Ling Yun has to help over and over again.

He was second in the dormitory, but due to his strong recommendation, an agreement was reached in the last dormitory to make him the second in charge.

Seeing this guy call himself, Ling Yun immediately had an urge to rush out of the dormitory, and when he thought of this guy's crazy questions, he had an urge to kill with tofu, and I have to say that those questions were too speechless.

At least since going to college, Ling Yun never thought that there would be such a novice person, but at that time, he just thought that this kid had little contact with computers before, and it would be good to endure those days, but he didn't expect that this painful experience would last for two years at once, and there is no doubt that this time will be extended forward, after all, it will be nearly two years before graduating from college, and it is only the beginning of his junior year.

Even after going through so many things, Ling Yun walked to the second master with anxiety, and that nervous state of mind was not so helpless even in the face of death.

Finally, Ling Yun breathed a sigh of relief and saw the computer of the second master.

"That's amazing!" Liu Cheng shouted.

"The second is in charge, how did you get promoted?" The boss, who was originally obsessed with Dota, immediately leaned over and asked with a question mark on his face.

"What is a competitive game?" Seeing the game playing, Ling Yun was a little confused, when did the boss do this in this competitive game.

"Grass. The third child is not! You don't even know how to compete, and you still claim to be the little prince of CS! I saw the two guys in the dormitory looking at him with heartache on their faces, as if they were looking at aliens.

"Don't say it's 513 people in the future, we can't afford to lose this face." Immediately after that, the two guys turned their backs, with a look of me not knowing this guy, which made Ling Yun speechless, didn't he just know about this event, was it necessary? It's as serious as it gets.

He saw the video just now very clearly, that CS game at all, such an event is not uncommon in the world, how come I haven't seen these two guys so happy to be loyal to this before.

Ling Yun of the God Clan also knew very well, to be exact, he was still a member of this clan, but only he knew about this matter.

Depressed, he sat down in front of his computer, turned on the computer and connected to the Internet.

Boarding QQ and looking at the baby column, Lin Qi, who was never online as always, picked up the mouse and quickly pulled her to the blacklist.

Forget it, from today onwards, there will be no more contact.

Touching the computer, Ling Yun can't remember what to do, he has been playing games on the Internet, but now he has no intention of playing anymore, they all say that games are a tool to pass the loneliness, but when we play, what is left is an extreme emptiness.

At this time, QQ ticked and the column of the grouping team suddenly jumped, "NO.1 is you!" ”

"yes, it's my business!" Ling Yun suddenly felt a little inexplicable, how could anyone in the team come to find him, this team is his favorite game to play, the team added by CS, his favorite game besides playing football is this kind of real-time strategy game, especially CS This kind of gunfight game. But football, it seems like I haven't played it since my junior year of high school, just to ......

CS is a team-based shooter online game. In 1998, produced and launched by ValveSoftware, it is a first-person shooter game, which belongs to one of the game mods (MOD) of "Half-Life" (Half-Life) (Half-Life) The birth of "Counter-Strike" has triggered a crazy pursuit of players, almost all Internet cafes have installed this game in a very short time, almost all gamers who love to play games have played this game. This was followed by a large number of follow-the-trend games, but their influence in the world was far less than that of CS.

As an amateur player, Ling Yun's level is definitely excellent. And he was fortunate enough to join this team called the gods, although he has always been the lowest level in the team, but this is definitely a thing worth showing off, you must know that he may be the only non-professional player to join this team, of course, this matter is only known to him, if you say that he believes he will be eliminated from this team immediately.

The battle of the gods, which can be called the first team of Huaxia CS, has won countless championships large and small, even in the world is also very famous, probably because the professional players of mainland CS are not as many as in the West, so the results in the international competition are not very good, but it can also be said that the past.

The results won by the team did not have much to do with Ling Yun, because at that time, he was often in front of the moon, chirping, so not many people in the team knew what Zhang Yun's level was.

"NO.1 I am the captain of the God Clan, and today our team entered the international competition finals." The guy called the Magic Scholar replied immediately.

"What the hell is competitive competition?" Seeing these words again, Ling Yun had some doubts in his heart, wasn't it just a summer vacation in a daze, could it be that he was outdated?

I have to say that since he broke up with Lin Qi this summer, he has been in a state of loss, and he has not been online for nearly three months, and his lips twitched twice.

"Forget it, let's see what kind of event this is!" Adhering to the principle of Baidu that has always been unknowing, Baidu opened it and buried it and entered a few words, competitive competition.