Eat a chicken [e-sports]

Chapter 65 Training

Life in Qufu before was extremely monotonous, except for playing games and live streaming. Of course, the two are usually combined to play games live.Now it is even more regressive, the game occupies the main part, and the four of them get together to train every day, even if it is an interesting game, they will still vomit.

Training is different from live broadcast, boring and repetitive, more or less pay attention to the effect of live broadcast, how to present a more visual effect, occasionally chatting with barrage, driving all over the map, these are all common things.

However, the training is different. What is needed in the training is to devote yourself wholeheartedly. If you have time to distract yourself and watch the barrage, the effect of this kind of live broadcast will naturally be much worse. Therefore, after the specified live broadcast time reaches the standard in one month, Qufu rarely broadcasts live broadcasts.

After the reduction of Qufu live broadcast time, the most uncomfortable thing is his fans.

I used to watch the live broadcast every day. After participating in the competition, I said pigeons and pigeons. Now it is better. It is only [-] hours a month. It is not enough to watch.

The poor fans and friends who have been let down by Qufu can only watch the live broadcast of the bandit team and enter the live broadcast room to eavesdrop on the movement of Qufu.

At present, the biggest expectation of fans is that each of the four members of the bandit team can broadcast live at different times. In this way, 42, calculated in January, can have 120 hours.

It sounds like a lot, but before, one person in Qufu could broadcast eight hours a day.

The more I think about it, the more painful it becomes.

Qufu also received a lot of messages from black fans who insulted him. To be honest, he thought he could turn a pheasant into a phoenix after playing the game. He was originally a small Internet celebrity anchor, but now he can show off.

You can't forget your roots in life, don't forget what made you popular in the first place.

Without live streaming, you are nothing.

In this regard, Qufu clicked on each article one by one, and then deleted the conversation.

Not being able to read it back is the greatest humiliation to a person.

In his heart, he doesn’t really think that there is a difference between being a streamer and being a professional player. Generally speaking, professional players have better skills than streamers, but there are no exceptions. Most streamers earn more than professional players, and professional players earn more. Relying on the love for the game.

In fact, it's everyone's choice. Some people just think that the anchor is not doing his job properly. He is just a low-level pheasant in front of professional players. What right do he have to shout at him.

In particular, a pheasant team like the Bandits will eventually have to participate in the summer split with a professional team.

This is also the point where the bandit team has been trampled the worst.

Compared with high-intensity training like playing a professional game, being an anchor is naturally easier and quicker to make money, and there are a lot of fans touting it behind. Got nothing.

Qufu chose to play professionally, not for money and not for fame. There are thousands of possibilities in life. Although I can't try them all, I always try to make changes.

More importantly, this is not only his dream, but also other people's.

Looking at the light in everyone's eyes when they were training together, Qufu was unconsciously infected by it, and plunged into the endless game, more serious than when he first came into contact with this game.

After eating chicken many times for a long time, someone finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I can't take it anymore, I'll throw up if I keep playing." Jian Yang sat slumped on the chair, his hands left the keyboard spontaneously.

Seeing that no one spoke, Jian Yang asked curiously, "Aren't you bothered?"

"You can't bear this bit of hardship, what kind of man is he?" Ruan Xi expressed disdain.

Back then, he had played solo queue for nearly half a year, with no communication, no communication, only a sense of danger around him, and constantly finding enemies he was looking for.

Qufu remembers the gloomy days before, when he had to do hard tasks every day, and he had no food to eat, so he had to work overtime. There were countless cuts in his hands, but he could only reluctantly speed up the movements of his hands.

Now, it is much better than that time. People are free, and their hearts are also free.

With the people you like, doing the things you like.

"Very good." Qu Fu felt sincerely.

"It won't be annoying." Even Ning Feiqin said in the same tone.

Only those who have experienced darkness will cherish the light more.

People like Jian Yang who have been exposed to the sun since childhood couldn't empathize with him, so he got up and walked outside, "I'm going to drink a glass of water to calm down."

What kind of monsters did he encounter?

The tone of Ning Feiqin's words was different from his, Qufu was more of an indifferent emotion, and Ning Feiqin's words were not only not the slightest irritability, but even revealed a little lightness, obviously his eyes were sore after staring at the computer for a long time No, it's still very positive.

You can see that he really likes training.

Ruan Xi next to him was in a normal state, a tired teenager staring at the computer, his lips were pursed into a line, the impatience in his eyes was well restrained, and his eyes moved with the viewing angle of the screen.

Ning Feiqin has a straight back, his hands are neat and clean, and even his curly hair is extremely energetic. He treats every game with an attitude of anticipation and seriousness.

Just like that?

Qu Fu couldn't understand how much Ning Feiqin loved this sport.

It seemed more than he imagined.

When Jian Yang came back, he found that the three of them had started another round, and he didn't know what to say.

After the inner battle, Jian Yang sat back in his seat and watched their game.

Isn't it training?

He grows up so big, is he still afraid of this?

Practice fucking.

The length of a day's training is almost comparable to the length of Qufu's previous live broadcast. When you are tired, look at the active state of the person next to you, and feel that all the fatigue seems to be relieved.

A person who looks so soft, but is firmer than anyone else in his heart.

Whatever you decide, you will do your best no matter what.

Ning Feiqin watched in distress as the screen in front of him turned gray, with deep disappointment on his brows.

Still not right.

Even though his teammates rushed to help him avenge him soon afterwards, he still wanted to be able to resolve the crisis he was facing by relying on his own strength.

The rest of the game continued, and Ning Feiqin chose Qufu's perspective to watch the battle.

The person who jumped from the game screen to reality, before he had time to watch for too long, his eyes were pulled back to the computer screen by Qufu and the person opposite, and he won without any surprise.

Ning Feiqin was half happy and half sad.

When did he become so powerful?

Qufu, who was still immersed in the game, did not know that there was a person who silently targeted him.

And for this, worked hard for a long time.