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"Xiaofeng..."

"Sister."

"Have you eaten?"

"Just finished."

"Do you miss me?"

"Of course."

Listening to his sister's laughter on the other end of the phone, Chen Yefeng also laughed.

"Don't take what Dad said to heart. Do whatever you want. I'll take care of everything." Chen Shiyi said in a doting tone.

"Sister, I know." Chen Yefeng responded.

"By the way, I just heard Dad say that he had an agreement with an old friend before."

"What do you mean?" Chen Yefeng's heart skipped a beat, feeling that something was a little strange.

"In other words, you seem to have a baby marriage." Chen Shiyi couldn't help laughing when she said this, "I remember Dad said that if his old friend's child is a girl, you should get married."

"Too hasty, isn't it?" Chen Yefeng heard this, and he was already unwilling in his heart, after all, he already had someone in his heart.

"That can't be helped. You know our father's temper. You just need to bear with him."

"Okay then." Chen Yefeng sighed helplessly.

"By the way, where is your girlfriend? When will you bring her home for me to see? Let me see what kind of outstanding woman the future young lady of my Chen Group is. She can actually conquer my brother, Chen Shiyi."

"Ahem, she is just an ordinary girl." Chen Yefeng thought of Ye Shengxue, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"It's good to be ordinary. Those sisters who dress up coquettishly don't like her." Chen Shiyi is always like this, and she dotes on her brother very much.

Of course, as a sister, she never favors one over the other.

"Where is Xiaoyuan? This little girl hasn't called me for a long time."

"She's probably home."

"What about you?"

"I'm going home too."

"Be careful on the road."

The two siblings chatted briefly and then hung up the phone.

And Chen Yefeng went straight back to the villa.

When he pushed open the door of the villa and saw Chen Yuan with wet hair and a pair of long white and tender legs, he also pouted and reminded: "Be careful not to catch a cold!"

"I know!" Chen Yuan responded and continued to watch TV.

Chen Yefeng was naturally happy to be free. After a simple bath, he also fell asleep on the bed.

...

In the following days, in addition to chatting with Gao Chao and Chu Sheng every day, Chen Yefeng trained his little apprentice.

The result is self-evident.

Under his strict training, the little apprentice can now skillfully enter the top 30.

Time passed quietly like the wind.

It was a month later.

There was less than half a month left before the PUBG domestic competition.

There was another half a month before the second half of the PUBG domestic competition.

Compared with Chen Yefeng, Song Haoran and others were very serious in training.

Every time Chen Yefeng ran to the e-sports club, he would sit in the most comfortable position of Ying Yingying, lean on the chair and fall asleep.

He seemed to not care about the previous agreement with Su Liyang in the national college competition.

Don’t say that Su Liyang is the Asian sniper god

Even if he is the world’s great sniper god, he will not disturb his rest.

Think about it, training consumes too much energy, so you have to get enough sleep.

Otherwise, if you don’t get enough sleep, how can you have the energy to train? These are complementary things and cannot be forced.

What’s more, it’s just a little Su Liyang, what’s the big deal.

Leaning on Ying Yingying’s exclusive chair, Chen Yefeng finally felt the feeling of sitting here. It really deserves the position of the big sister of the e-sports club. This chair is really comfortable!

Just when he was about to make up for a good sleep, he felt his shoulder was patted, and then saw a face with traces appeared in his sight.

"Remember not to do this next time. You almost scared my heart out."

Wang Genji blinked and said puzzledly, "I say, Afeng, what do you mean by this?"

Song Haoran on the side smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and gently patted his shoulder, saying: "Afeng means that if you are ugly, don't come out to scare people."

"Grass! Mud... horse!!!" Wang Genji cursed directly and unceremoniously.

"Afeng, you don't train, you haven't trained with us for a long time." Song Haoran continued to ask.

"Training is a hair, you also call it training? At most, it's just playing a high-end game." Chen Yefeng lay on the chair, gesticulating and pointing at the mountains and rivers: "The so-called training, the twenty-five teams must all be professional teams, so that each game will make you feel the tension and excitement of the game."

"Do you think the training you are talking about has a little sense of competition?"

Several people heard it and nodded thoughtfully, and they all understood what Chen Yefeng wanted to express.

At most, they are playing a relatively high-end game now.

Although the quality of high-end games is relatively high, there are still airport routes where most people choose to skip the airport.

The huge map is more than enough to support a hundred people, but some places are relatively remote.

For example, the two points on the left and right above, or the power plant and Port L, unless parachuting can land directly there, few people will stay away from the resource points around the route and run to other resource points far away to search for equipment.

This does not mean that these resource points will be worse than those resource points that are often launched.

Because, this is a game.

Everyone doesn't care, they all play with the mentality that if they die, they can start over again, and if they land, it's just a matter of time.

What can this kind of purely playful training produce?

Training with a floor-mounted steel gun? Or training how to implement the box the fastest?

This kind of training can be said to be useless, and it may even make you worse.

After all, Chen Yefeng is a person who has experienced this and is well aware of some of the advantages and disadvantages in this area.

High-end games are good, but they are not inevitable.

after all.

You can jump out of the airport unscrupulously when playing high-end games, but what about when you play games?

A real competition will not see people falling like rain at the airport, let alone someone who will fight you after landing. Unless the landing place is very close and you are confident enough, you may choose to fight on the ground.

In a normal game, almost no one will lose in the first few laps. Everyone is very careful. If you die, you are really gone. The game will not give you another chance.

so.

In fact, in Chen Yefeng's opinion, this kind of training is almost useless, just like taking a vacation.

Real training naturally involves finding other teams that are also professional teams.

In this way, the playing style will be more in line with the real game, allowing you to become more proficient in how to play in the early stage of the game, how to deal with drug poisoning in the mid-term, and how to calmly handle the finals in the later stage.

In training like this, blindly landing the steel gun will not be of any help at all. Good marksmanship is only one of them. In addition, there must be an overall view, team awareness, etc., all of which are indispensable.

Of course, although good marksmanship does not mean that you can compete in competitions, but if your marksmanship is not good, you will definitely not be able to play professionally.

Of course Song Haoran and the others were not stupid. After hearing Chen Yefeng's words and thinking about it carefully, they understood what he wanted to express.

"But, where can we find twenty-four professional teams to train with?"

Chen Yefeng glanced at the three of them helplessly, and then said leisurely: "How do I know?"

The three of them were speechless. I wonder where you are?

"Then do we still need to train?"

After Chen Yefeng said this, the three people who were still in high spirits suddenly stopped like eggplants beaten by frost, and their tone of voice was not as impatient as before.

“The game is about to start, you guys need to relax first and play whatever games you want.

However, the prerequisite is that you must play FPS type games. "

"By the way, I would like to recommend a small game for you, which will especially test your reaction ability and marksmanship!"

"what software?

"aim lab!"

Song Haoran and others immediately downloaded one after hearing it.

Although they didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Chen Yefeng's coffin, but...since he said so, he must have a reason.

After downloading this software, several people also started playing it.

Chen Yefeng was left alone leaning on Ying Yingying's chair. Because some of the other members of the e-sports club were fans of Su Liyang, and Chen Yefeng was so arrogant that day, many people were naturally dissatisfied with him.

Didn't he just win a college league championship?

Wasn’t he a runner-up before?

He's not a champion, so what's there to be proud of?

Taking 10,000 steps back, so what if I’m the champion?

This is no longer your era, but you still dare to be so arrogant!

After ignoring the disdainful looks some people cast from time to time.

Chen Yefeng slowly closed his eyes, as if he didn't get enough sleep because he played with his cousin Chen Yuan for too long last night, so now he urgently needs to make up for his sleep.

As for the domestic competition in the near future, he doesn't seem to care at all.

Chen Yefeng's comfortable appearance also made many Su Liyang fans in the e-sports club laugh with disdain.

I really don’t know where this guy got such confidence?

Go to sleep, continue to sleep.

When the time comes, let’s see how you are severely trampled by Su Liyang in front of PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds players across the country.

Time passes quietly like the wind.

Can't catch it, can't hold it.

A few days passed like this, and there were only the last two days left before the domestic competition.

On this day, after Chen Yefeng finally satisfied his cousin Chen Yuan's unreasonable request, he could finally take some time to have a good rest.

Otherwise, I would have been a little exhausted these past few days.

However, the good times didn't last long. He looked at the time and saw that it was only about seven in the morning. Just when he was about to continue turning over and fall back into a good sleep, the rapid ringing of an incoming phone call woke him up from his confusion. .

"It's strange, who called me this early in the morning." Chen Yefeng took out his mobile phone from under the pillow, stared at the unfamiliar number displayed on it, and fell into deep thought.