An Ning Ning felt a little ashamed at the moment.

If she can move her hands, she will choose to cover her face.

And the object of her shame, Big Brother Eight Mirrors, is still doing an urgent rehearsal for her before the official competition that is about to start, ah no, the official use.

“…… The moment the owner pulls the trigger, you need to force the chamber of the gun so that the bullet shoots out quickly and accurately. You know? ”

"Here, take another breath and try to ...... harder"

"Tell me, how do you feel?"

An Ningning looked at it with a flushed face and did not speak.

"Hurry up! Now the owners are using me to aim! We're going to fight! The eight-fold mirror was a little anxious, "What does it feel?" Tell me? I'll judge if you want to catch this feeling! ”

“…… Can it really be said? An Ningning, who has always been cheeky, hesitated a little, and in the encouraging gaze of the little angel, she sighed and said a little cowardly.

"Actually...... It's a bit like pulling a stinky feeling. ”

“……”

In her life, she has never pulled a stinky silencer, a rapidly expanding magazine, a bullet bag, an eight-fold mirror, etc., and all of them looked at her with dead eyes.

When he finally couldn't hold back the shame and explain that feeling, he said loudly in the eight-fold mirror, "Yes!" That's how it feels! Remember it! Lead the decay to win this battle! The man had calmly loaded the bullets and was ready to shoot.

So it's to win this battle by pulling the stinky?!

An Ning Ning thought very entangled in her heart.

The teenager in front of the screen is next to the little fat man "The finals are here!" Brother Ning took me to eat chicken! In the shout, he calmly loaded the bullet, observed the figure that was flashing in the window of the school building with the scope, and the people who occasionally ran outside, estimated the distance, calculated the trajectory of 98K, raised the gun slightly, raised the aiming position by two-thirds of the square, and aimed at the object accurately.

Then the trigger was pulled......

However, a second passed, two seconds passed, and the bullet did not have the slightest idea of breaking out of the chamber.

"What's going on, can this still be dumb?" Hu Yishui couldn't help but widen his eyes and looked at it in amazement.

And over there, An Ning Ning, under the urging of his own continuous comfort and the eightfold mirror, no longer thought about pulling the stinky idea, which he couldn't look at directly after being a gun, and finally sent out the bullet with a serious face.

It's just that......

On the battlefield, every second counts.

Because he couldn't get the bullet out for some reason, Suning had already deflected the muzzle of the gun, and was about to simply drive the gun at close range, when the bullet came out again.

“…… Network latency? For this phenomenon that never appears in the game, Hu Yishui guessed blindly.

However, this missed shot still exposed them, there were also snipers in the school area, there was very little cover outside, and Suning had no way to hide it at all, so he simply turned around and drove back, and rushed in the finals.

Unfortunately, he died in the end.

"Why don't the people on this team look like ordinary players?" Hu Yishui looked at the last picture of the corpse turning into a box after death, and muttered.

Shouldn't the average player be like in this four-player tournament?

In such a dangerous place, the other three died early, which is in line with the level of ordinary players!

"Well, not your average player." Suning's face was calm, and there was not much pity, taking advantage of the gap to do hand exercises, "The consciousness and level of the four of them should be close to that of professional players, and it may also be a game anchor who plays well on which platform." ”

"But it's still a pity." Hu Yishui looked at Suning's outstanding achievements on the screen, and looked regretful, "If it weren't for the sudden network delay just now, Brother Ning, you might be able to tear apart the situation of the four of them, and you may not know who will win later!" ”

"Suning!"

With a clear sound, the door was pushed open, and the light in the training room outside shone in at once.

It's a new coach for the team recently.

"You're playing STG." The new coach is in his early thirties, a little younger than the previous one, and perhaps because of this, he has more new ideas, but he has a mediocre perception compared to what the rest of the team likes about him.

"Coach." Suning shouted politely, wanting to get up.

"It's okay, it's okay, you just sit here." The coach smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and his eyes swept in front of the 2100th on the screen without a trace, "Everyone in the team was a little nervous when we lost the last game, and now it's right to relax, it's supposed to be a break." ”

Hearing that it was said that the last game, Hu Yishui couldn't sit still, you must know that compared to Suning, who is an official starter, he is just a little transparent in a training camp who has not survived, and he is suddenly a little cramped, "Coach, I'll go out first, you talk." ”

"Hey, no, no, I'll just say a few words." The coach gently motioned for him to continue to sit down, probably seeing that the atmosphere was a little tense, he glanced at the screen and chatted casually, "This kind of game has also been very popular recently, I also knew some before, there are also competitions at home and abroad, I heard that recently several large companies belonging to our rival club are also preparing to make a team to specialize in competitions." ”

"However, I heard that this game also has teammates, is it a real-time strategy type like we are now?" The coach seemed a little curious.

Probably talking about what he was most interested in, Hu Yishui relaxed and said with a big grin, "Yes and no, sometimes the tactics of this game are useless, just like Brother Ning is so powerful, he can kill others in seconds with direct technology and operation!" Don't say how well it was played. ”

Daily Ning Ge blows.

"Oh, that's right." The coach gently pressed his glasses against it, "That's the ...... just now"

The second conspicuous record of the team is still hanging on the screen because it has not exited the page, and the little fat man is afraid that #Even if he changes the game casually, their brother Ning is still invincible in the world# This fact is misunderstood, so he quickly explained.

"Brother Ning, who formed three wild teammates at random, died early in the morning, and didn't help much. In the end, there were only five people left in the finals, and the four people over there were a team, and the level was also a bit high, plus Brother Ning's network was delayed before, so ......"

"Hey, I'll just ask." As if it made a little laughing and crying, the coach smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't care about this kind of entertainment game performance other than the game they participated in.

"Actually, I'm here to talk about something this time."

The coach's smile was a little more serious, and he gently patted Suning's shoulder as if to reassure.

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