This operation is familiar

How about Chapter 36?Compared to that friend of yours...

Song Weisheng ran to the computer, and Liu Shubai had already logged into the simulator and was sitting there waiting for him.

The two nodded to each other and began to practice all day today.

Compared with Jie's overall view and adaptability, Liu Shubai's archer is better at inducing and hiding. The attack power of this class itself is not strong, but if the player uses his own wisdom to make up for this, then even if a move is not enough It can also use certain physical environments in the map to lead powerful opponents into deadly traps.

If Yu Jie's advantage lies in adaptability, then Liu Shubai's advantage lies in his wisdom. He is not so much an archer, but a fisherman wearing a bamboo hat and sitting on the bank weaving a net. For the trap that was set when closing the net at the end, by the time the opponent reacted, he was powerless to recover.

Every time Song Weisheng fell into the trap, he would find himself hooked again. He wanted to get up and escape, but he could only stand helplessly, waiting for the calm and calm archer to stand opposite him and give him a precise shot. "Thousands of arrows piercing the heart".

"You are really too powerful. I was obviously very careful in the round just now, but I still bit your bait for no reason."

At dinner, Song Weisheng and Liu Shubai sat together to replay today's match. During this time, they needed to get to know each other. Not only did Song Weisheng need to understand his teammates unilaterally, but the teammates also had to fully understand his operating techniques.

Liu Shubai held a freshly baked handmade steamed bun in his hand, broke it open and took a bite, "Your operation is also crazy, I watched for a while when you practiced with Yu Jie yesterday, how do you feel that your hand speed is so fast today?" Raised? What's your upper limit?"

Song Weisheng thought for a while: "It could reach a maximum of 580 before, and if it is stable, it will be around 400-450."

Liu Shubai said, "Before you were trained?"

Song Weisheng nodded, thought for a while and said: "Actually, it's not that I haven't trained at all, because I wanted to be a professional player a long time ago, so I often practice by myself. Some time ago, I had a very good friend who practiced with me, so Hand speed has been relatively stable.”

Liu Shubai said, "What friend?"

Song Weisheng said: "The gunsmith. He is really strong. Although he doesn't spend much time with me every day, he once helped me break through the peak. I am especially grateful to him."

At this time, a look came from the window of the restaurant selling steamed buns.

Liu Shubai and Song Weisheng looked up at the same time, just in time to see a strong gunsmith walking past them with two steamed buns.

The two hurriedly got up and said hello, and when the strong gunman walked away, Song Weisheng whispered: "Doesn't the captain like to come to the restaurant for dinner?"

Liu Shubai also answered in a low voice: "He only eats the handmade steamed buns here."

After dinner, the two of them did not rest.

Return to the training area together and continue the training track during the day.

At around 9 o'clock, Jiang Yiyao went downstairs and took a look around. He seldom went downstairs during everyone's training. Except for necessary tactical discussions or some special training items, he was not seen at all.

Tang Yuan was originally sitting beside Song Weisheng peacefully watching him and Liu Shubai practice, when suddenly he heard Jiang Yiyao's footsteps, his whole body twitched like a frightened rabbit.

Li Fanxi was drinking water, when he saw Jiang Yiyao's figure, he sprayed a sip of water onto the table without swallowing it down.

Qu Yang got up from beside him and helped him find a clean rag. When he passed FX, he saw him clasping his hands, eyes closed, chanting words, praying to some god.

Shen Huai picked up the calendar on the table, and turned directly to the time when he will retire in two months. If the competition team called him to join the job at this time, he would definitely not be nostalgic.

Yu Jie calmly took out two plasters from the drawer.

Liu Shubai missed directly and died tragically under Song Weisheng's staff.

How does it feel, the atmosphere is a bit strange...

Song Weisheng stopped what he was doing, glanced at the pale glutinous rice balls, then at Li Fanxi who rolled his eyes from being choked by the boiled water, and finally set his eyes on Jiang Yiyao.

Jiang Yiyao was standing diagonally across from him, next to Liu Shubai's computer.

"It's 9 o'clock." He said quietly, looking around at everyone's expressions.

Tang Yuan's eyes were full of despair, and she was about to slide her chair back to her computer when she heard Jiang Yiyao say, "Go upstairs."

"Huh?" Li Fanxi had just finished wiping the table, and almost knocked over the water glass again. He asked very carefully, "Going upstairs...what do you mean?"

Jiang Yiyao glanced at him: "Do you want to stay?"

"No, no, no." Li Fanxi hurriedly said, "I'll go upstairs right now, and I won't dawdle in front of your eyes for a minute!"

Tang Yuan nodded her nose weakly, "Captain, can I go upstairs too?"

Jiang Yiyao nodded.

FX immediately opened his eyes: "What about me?"

Jiang Yiyao made himself a refreshing cup of instant coffee and put it on his computer desk in the training area, "Except for Koe, you all can leave."

The glutinous rice balls did not move, and turned a pair of big round eyes to Song Weisheng's direction. He took out a pack of spicy potato chips from the drawer and secretly put them on Song Weisheng's lap, "This is my favorite flavor, over After that, you can try it."

Song Weisheng blinked, and just about to speak, Li Fanxi had brought him a glass of warm water, and put two wolfberries in it thoughtfully, and whispered, "It's all right. It's nothing serious."

FX changed his pious appearance just now, walked over to Song Weisheng, and took out a small brown bottle from his pocket.

Song Weisheng didn't know what it was at first, but after carefully looking at the words on it, he realized that it seemed to be a bottle of anti-wrinkle eye cream? !

"This......"

"Staying up late is easy to age the skin, and it ages faster under strong pressure." FX said: "Just wipe it on after you're done, and remember to return it to me after use."

Before Yu Jie left, he also handed the two plasters on the table to Song Weisheng. Liu Shubai turned off the computer, checked the time, and put the cushion behind him on Song Weisheng's chair.

Qu Yang followed behind everyone, didn't say anything, didn't hand anything, just patted him on the shoulder heavily, and let out a firm and forceful "Yeah!"

Song Weisheng forcibly heard several meanings in the "hmm", maybe he wanted him to cheer up, or maybe he wanted him to hold on.

Only Shen Huai said "Relax" to him, but in his eyes, Song Weisheng didn't see any emotion to relax.

After 2 minutes, the teammates all returned to the room.

Jiang Yiyao's position is at the end of the training area, some distance from Song Weisheng.

Song Weisheng heard him light a cigarette, and then heard him say: "Let's start, I will practice with you next."

Speaking of sparring with Jiang Yiyao, Song Weisheng is no stranger at all. After all, they lived together before and trained for 3 hours a day. It would be great if it turned into 3 or 5 hours, but Jiang Yiyao simply ignored him, and he couldn't force it.

Song Weisheng looked at the gunsmith who was slowly walking towards him on the screen, and fell into fond memories for a moment.

He never expected that this dream of increasing the duration of sparring would come true?I couldn't hold it back for a while, and sat in front of the computer and laughed foolishly.

6 hours later.

Song Wei stopped laughing.

Jiang Yiyao glanced at the severely damaged Feng Ling body on the screen, got up and came to Song Weisheng's side.

Song Weisheng was in a daze. After a long while, he took a sip of the warm water that Li Fanxi had prepared for him, wiped on the eye cream provided by FX, and wanted to tear the potato chips from Tangyuan, but his hands shook for a long time without tearing.

Jiang Yiyao couldn't stand it anymore, took potato chips to help him open, glanced at the plaster on his desk, pulled a chair over, and stuck the plaster on his wrist.

"How? Compared with that friend of yours, is my operation..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Weisheng had already set a pair of slightly frightened eyes on him.

Jiang Yiyao frowned at these eyes.

Why is it different from what he expected?

After the sparring, shouldn't we happily praise him for being strong?