Eat a chicken [e-sports]

Chapter 13

[inviterequestfromnixidie]

The invitation prompt appears in the upper right corner, and Qufu clicks the accept button, and his teammates from the previous game will be on the same team as him.

At the beginning of the game, the teammates jumped into the boxing ring without saying hello. Qufu didn't care, and picked another rich mansion to land. These two places are the places with the most people jumping in the desert map. The parachute follows you, so you don't have to worry about meeting people.

Qufu fell to the ground, and after loading the ammunition, he sprayed a shot at the person behind him, and said with a smile: "The game is over."

In front of the trolls, everyone is equal. This is the code that PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds players believe in. No matter how strong your armor is, in front of the trolls, as long as you spray your face with a gun, you will die without a doubt.

Qufu also took the S12K with a shotgun. This gun is the most difficult to suppress among all trolls. The high rate of fire is accompanied by the price of huge recoil, which requires flexible gun suppression skills. Qufu quickly found the rhythm after getting started. Spray the people in the mansion to doubt life.

However, everyone has not had time to marvel at Qufu's gun pressing skills. After meeting the M4, he quickly replaced the S12K in his hand, and said in disgust: "garbage."

It's only a fool's job to use a shotgun in front of you.

After taking down the mansion, Qufu glanced at the kill prompt in the upper right corner swiped by his teammate. It seemed that the opponent was very happy to kill in the boxing ring.

The two played solo and duo in this way, killing each other, with zero communication throughout the process.

Seeing that the signs of his teammates on the map are getting closer and closer to him, and the safety zone is constantly being refreshed, Qufu picked up the airdrop by himself and was besieged by the three teams. !

At this moment, he was holding the AWM that he bought with his life, opened the mirror and aimed at the person who was standing still behind the hillside, shot him in the head, and sent him into a box.

"Fuck, you stole my head." The teammate couldn't help but turn on the mic.

Only then did Qufu know that Duoyou and he had targeted that person at the same time, but his teammates were one step behind him.

"My slow hand speed, blame me?" Qu Fu asked without any psychological burden.

With the last shot, the only one left was killed, and the chicken was eaten smoothly again.

"How many?" Qu Fu asked first this time.

"Fifteen, what about you?"

"Unfortunately, I'm sixteen, and I'm one more than you."

If his teammate was faster and hadn't been taken by Qufu, he would have won this round.

"Come again." The teammate said decisively.

In the new round, Qufu had [-] kills and his teammates had [-] kills.

After reopening, Qufu Nine, the two tied.

……

Until finally one time, the number of teammates overtook Qufu. In that round, teammates had [-] kills and Qufu had [-] kills.

"You won." Qufu said.

"Let's add a friend, and I will play games with you in the future." The teammate's voice sounded a little tired.

"it is good."

For the strong, Qufu has never been stingy with his friends.

This teammate was able to survive to the end every time in the single and double row, and even got the same number of kills as him. His strength should not be underestimated. Qufu surpassed him because of his hand speed and strong awareness.

Seeing each other, Qufu is like seeing his former self, the dedication to the game, and his determination to win, no matter the obstacles.

Qufu has always had a strong desire to win since he was a child. No matter what he does, he must be the best. When he first came into contact with this game, he was beaten into a box by others because he didn't even understand the operation. Practice in the game, marksmanship, listening, everything must be the best, so that he is now.

The curtains in the room are closed, and the side of the face of the man sitting in front of the computer is clean and neat. His eye sockets are a little deep, and there is an imperceptible inclination in his good-looking appearance. The light from the screen hits his face, making the whole face more three-dimensional. Qufu's right hand Controlling the mouse, typing on the keyboard with his left hand, his expression was terrifyingly focused.

After the live broadcast, when Qu Fu washed his face and came out, he bumped into Qu Qi who was waiting for him at the door.

Qu Fu took a step back and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Come home with me on the weekend." Qu Qi carefully looked at his face.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Qu Fu immediately pursed his lips, his voice seemed to be filled with cold moisture from the bathroom: "What are you going back for?"

"I left my ID card at home, I have to go back and get it." Qu Qi lowered her eyes, she was very obedient.

"Okay." Throat tightened, Qu Fu struggled to utter the word.

Qu Qi looked at him happily, as if what she heard was an illusion.

Qu Fu walked past her and said with disgust, "It's really stupid."

Even if Qu Fu resisted that place from the bottom of his heart, as long as Qu Qi asked, he would never refuse, because in a sense, Qu Qi was the last relative by his side.

Qu Qi, who was in a happy mood, didn't take Qu Fu's disgust to heart, but looked at Qu Fu's back with a smile.

With a hard mouth and a soft heart, he was the one who said it decisively.

After returning to the room, Qufu received the photo sent by Mr. Wei.

A glass of milk is placed next to the bedside table, and the warm yellow light is on, making the rim of the glass glow with warmth.

Mr. Wei: [Supper. ]

Qufu clicked on the photo, looked at it for a while, and then clicked to save it.Strange to say, it was just an ordinary photo, but it made him feel the power of warmth, as if the light did not hit the cup, but shone into his heart.

Qufu: [Received. ]

It was rare for him to find someone to talk to, so he typed and continued to ask: [Why, do you send me food every day? ]

Mr. Wei: [Because I can't find anything else to send to you except food. ]

Qufu: [I see you rarely go out? ]

Mr. Wei: [Yes. ]

Qufu: [Why? ]

Mr. Wei: [My life is very boring. ]

Qufu: [My life is boring. I eat, sleep and broadcast live every day, and I feel like a robot. ]

Mr. Wei: [Then I will eat and sleep and watch your live broadcast every day. If you don’t live broadcast one day, I will only have the first two things to do. ]

Qufu was taken aback with a smile on his face, and continued to ask: [Then what were you doing before you watched my live broadcast? ]

Mr. Wei: [You don't want to know. ]

Qufu: [Then I have good news for you, it will not start broadcasting tomorrow. ]

President Wei: […]

Seeing the ellipsis helplessly sent by the other party, Qu Fu raised the corners of his mouth viciously.

Mr. Wei: [Are you in a bad mood? ]

Mr. Wei: [How about I go get you two presents? ]

Qu Fu's fingers couldn't help twitching, the warmth reached his eyes, and he couldn't help laughing while covering his face.

Hold.

how so cute.

Mr. Wei: [Do you want it? ]

Qufu: [Stop scrolling, it’s okay. ]

President Wei: [Oh. ]