Chapter 3 Jinjiang novel reading exclusive good boy type. ...
The youth training room was not as big as the first-team training room, and twenty or so people were staring intently.
After all, Lu Zhiye was standing here, and all those who had originally worn headphones took them off and pricked up their ears to listen to them speak.
Shi Jing didn't feel any psychological pressure because of the crowd. He had seen the huge crowds of spectators in the stands during the World Championship.
It’s just what Lu Zhiye said.
He was sure that he saw Lu Zhiye was stunned for a moment after hearing the ID he said.
It was very inconspicuous, lasting no more than a second, but it was still accurately captured by Shi Jing's eyes.
“…”
He swore that if Lu Zhiye dared to ask him why he was called Sweet, he would let him see what Mortal Kombat was.
Neither side knew how long the silence lasted, so long that Shi Jing's discomfort grew worse.
Shi Jing: "Don't you want more training?"
"Um."
?
What does "hmm" mean?
"You still remember to go to extra training." Finally, the fat manager squeezed over and broke the tense atmosphere. "Look at the time now. How long have we been waiting for you?"
Shi Jing took out his phone and unlocked it: "Seven o'clock two?"
The tryout time is 7 o'clock.
And as per convention, the time given is at least half an hour before the official start.
Fat manager: “…”
"Two minutes isn't enough time? Hurry up and get to your seat." The fat manager said, then gave Lu Zhiye next to him an awkward smile. "The kid is always grumpy when he wakes up. He's always causing me trouble."
Shi Jing was indeed in a bad mood when he woke up, and seeing Lu Zhiye as soon as he got up made him even more angry.
He frowned and glanced around the youth training room.
If I'm not mistaken, the seat under Lu Zhiye's butt is right next to Matt.
The fat manager was also looking for a seat for him and happened to discover this problem at the same time.
But he had his own way of speaking: "Xiao Lu, their tryouts are about to start, why don't we go next door?"
have to.
Even the manager has to coax me into giving up my seat.
"No thanks." Shi Jing couldn't stand his behavior in the base, and he wasn't interested in the chair Lu Zhiye had sat on. "He's already sitting here, how can I ask others to give it up? I'll just find a random seat."
The fat manager was stunned for a moment, feeling that his sudden courtesy had a hint of yin and yang, but he wasn't quite sure.
He probed, "Why don't you sit with your teammates..."
"Let him sit over there." Lu Zhiye pulled his coat over his shoulders. "I moved this chair higher."
Just as I was about to walk to the empty seat next to me, I heard: "?"
Realizing what Lu Zhiye's words meant, Shi Jing walked back to him with a wooden face.
"Hey, what are you doing? Xiao Lu said he just raised his chair. You should sit next to him. The one he has not been lowered yet. Hurry up." The fat manager added fuel to the fire.
Shi Jing: "Get up."
Shi Jing looked at Lu Zhiye.
The latter stared back at him.
Five seconds later, Lu Zhiye stood up and gave up his seat.
Shi Jing pulled the chair over, sat down with visible force, and pulled himself back to the computer.
Only the toes can touch the ground.
No, is he that tall?
His face froze for half a second, and he stepped on the axle of the chair at an angle where no one could see.
Although there is a footrest underneath, he would never lower it even if he died here today.
Shi Jing had a tense expression on his face, and suddenly saw Lu Zhiye reaching out to the lever next to him out of the corner of his eye.
"What?" He dodged quickly.
Lu Zhiye paused.
Shi Jing's skin was very fair. It had always been fair, and it was almost the same now. Under the cold light, it was even more dazzling, making even the smallest marks on it appear unusually obvious.
Lu Zhiye lowered his eyes and moved away from the red mark on the arm.
"Armrest." When Shi Jing thought Lu Zhiye was just going crazy, the latter spoke again, his hand lightly resting on his headrest. "And the headrest and lumbar pillow, I've also raised them, you can lower them a little."
Shi Jing: “…”
Shi Jing felt that it was definitely not his fault that he got angry whenever he saw Lu Zhiye.
How could anyone tolerate someone whose every word was filled with lewd undertones? How could he still have so many fans? Are his fans blind?
"Do you know how to adjust it?" Matt saw his good teammate being forced to sit in his chair for a long time without moving because of Lu Zhiye's words, so he kindly said, "How about I help you adjust it?"
"..." Shi Jing gritted his teeth, "No need!"
"Oh." Matt pulled his hand back.
After the fat manager and everyone else left the youth training room and the glass door behind them was completely closed, Shi Jing put on his headphones.
Listening to the team's voice chatter, he reached under the seat with an expressionless face and turned the lever to lower the chair slightly.
"Sweetheart, there's a singles competition today, I'm so nervous." Matt's mouth has never stopped from the beginning until now. He chatted with the people around him and then talked about Shi Jing again.
Shi Jing: "Single player competition?"
"..." Matt glanced at him, "Did you not read the notification sent in the group at all?"
“No.”
"I knew it." Matt sighed. "This time, they said they wanted to ensure a fair data sample. In addition to the players' teamwork ability, they also wanted to observe each player's individual strength, so they added an individual competition."
"oh."
"Aren't you nervous?"
"What's there to be nervous about?"
“…”
Shi Jing, who had already thought of the script in his mind, didn't get Matt's mood at all. He logged into the internal account, waited for the game to start, and relaxed and leaned back in his chair.
The level of the youth training student is probably around the top 500 in the country. If this level of competition had taken place in the past, he could have finished it with just his left hand.
He needs to be careful to kill as few people as possible today. Plus, there is also an individual competition, so he can control the ranking and points to ensure that he will not be noticed by the SFD manager.
Just as he was thinking about this, Shi Jing's eyes flashed and he found a mobile phone on the table.
He subconsciously touched his pocket.
It's not his, his is safely in his pocket.
Whose could it be then?
Shi Jing reached over and took a look. The phone screen suddenly lit up automatically, and the lock screen wallpaper showed Shi Jing's face.
It's a photo.
A man's back.
It definitely wasn’t Lu Zhiye himself, he wasn’t that thin.
Shi Jing could tell at a glance that the location was the World Championship venue.
The filming technique is worrying, and there is even an illusion that it was a candid shot.
Lu Zhiye is such a narcissistic person, would he use other people's photos as screensavers?
Matt, who was standing beside him, also saw the phone in his hand: "Huh? Did you get a new phone?"
"No." Shi Jing turned off the lock screen. "It's someone else's."
He has no habit of prying into other people's privacy.
Matt: "Holy crap, Promax, who owns it? So powerful."
Who else could it be except the person who just occupied this seat?
Shi Jing pushed the phone aside and said, "I don't know, maybe it belongs to a cleaner."
The photo is probably of his family.
Shi Jing thought.
Lu Zhiye looks like the type of person who has been the most pampered jewel in the family since childhood. It is not surprising that he is used as a family photo on the screen saver.
-
This extra training lasted from 7:30 to 9:00.
There are four games in total, two four-player games and two single-player games added temporarily.
The purpose of the tryout is to collect the personal data of all the young trainees again for analysis and comparison. The results will of course not be announced on the spot. After the tryout, everyone took off their headphones.
Knowing that this was the last extra training session and that we might be separated from our teammates from now on, we chatted in the room for a long time before walking out in groups of three or four, talking and laughing.
Matt was always thinking about his good teammates: "Sweetheart, Hu Hu and I are going to have a midnight snack, do you want to come?"
"No." Shi Jing had always had a bad stomach and didn't eat after dinner. Otherwise, he would have a stomach ache and couldn't sleep all night. Anyone who had experienced it would understand.
Although I look much healthier now, it is not easy to change the habits I have developed over the past ten years.
Matt was not giving up: "Come on, don't you like this place the most? The boss lady even promised to give us beer last time."
"You guys go." Shi Jing frowned even more when he heard the wine, "I'm sleepy, I'm going back to sleep."
After Matt and the others left, Shi Jing turned off the computer, put his chair back in place, and prepared to go upstairs to the youth training dormitory. Then he remembered that there was a mobile phone on the table.
I was planning to hand it over to the manager just now, but I never found the chance.
“…” Shi Jing looked at the black-screened phone and turned to look around.
The corridor outside was already quiet, and everyone had left. Not even a manager, not even a single youth trainee was in sight.
After staring at the phone for more than ten seconds, Shi Jing clicked his tongue and picked it up.
The phone's lift-to-light screen function was triggered again.
This time, in addition to the screen saver, Shi Jing also noticed a series of reminder windows below, one every minute, and the last time was shown to be 10 minutes ago.
All of them are extremely conspicuously identical—
Confession.
Shi Jing's eyelids twitched and he quickly turned off the screen.
Unexpectedly, Lu Zhiye was waiting for the elevator at the end of the corridor, so he didn't have to spend time looking for it.
Although he is an e-sports player, his posture is always straight and proper. If you don't know him, you would think he is a trained soldier.
Shi Jing walked over quickly, without any desire to communicate, and handed the hot potato to Lu Zhiye's face.
Lu Zhiye lowered his eyelashes and his gaze fell on the mobile phone less than a centimeter away from his nose and the hand holding the phone.
Two seconds, take it.
"Thanks."
“…”
Shi Jing frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable with the look in his dark eyes: "No need, it just happened to happen."
-
An extra training session was already a rare surprise for other young trainees. The next morning, this group of e-sports teenagers got up early for a rare occasion and sat together in the conference room used for reviewing games, waiting for the meeting.
The fat manager hadn't arrived yet, saying he was delayed by something urgent. The SFD head coach switched the display screen in front to another set of data charts for everyone to take a look at first.
"Holy crap, these are the stats for the SFD home team? How exaggerated."
"Average hit rate in the four-player match: 63%, headshot rate: 52%, average damage: 3729, average kills: 13, assists: 10, saves: 0... Damn it, these are definitely the stats of Lu Shen!"
"Oh my god..." Matt poked Shi Jing, "Sweetheart, with Lu Shen's stats, even if I used cheats, I wouldn't dare to play like that."
The person next to him said: "The world's number one sniper, do you think this title is a joke?"
What a world-class sniper! He'll be obedient when he points a rifle at his face.
All Shi Jing heard was "Lu Shen Lu Shen Lu Shen". He finally diverted some attention from the Landlord game on his phone and raised his eyelids to glance at the screen in front of him.
What the hell?
He was stunned.
During the youth trainee tryouts, they deliberately put Lu Zhiye's stats at the top for everyone to see?
“…” Shi Jing pulled his lip, feeling it was a little outrageous.
This data was likely only available within SFD, but it wasn't confidential. For a freshman, perennial World Championship semifinalists like Lu Zhiye and his teammates seemed like gods, unattainable.
Matt was still admiring the statistics of the SFD team's players, but Shi Jing frowned and didn't bother to listen.
While they were discussing, Lu Zhiye himself also arrived late and was standing at the door of the conference room talking to the SFD home team coach.
Shi Jing watched for a moment. It was basically the head coach talking while he listened. His expression remained impassive, and he ignored the admiring glances from the meeting room, not even lifting his eyelids.
ox.
You win.
Shi Jing admitted that EVG was indeed not as good as SFD in helping teammates show off.
"Sweetheart!" Matt, who had slipped out to the restroom, came back, hunched over, and said mysteriously, "I just heard some good news. It seems one of our tryout stats has improved significantly compared to before. If nothing unexpected happens, this person should be the winner!"
"Who is it?"
"I don't know. I only saw Master Lu nod his head and agree to sign this person."
"Fuck, I'm so lucky."
Although it was a whisper, Matt could not keep it low, and the people around who heard it were all shocked.
"Sweetheart, do you think we might have a chance?" Matt's eyes lit up.
Shi Jing continued to play a game of Landlord and looked at his bad hand of cards: "No hope."
He played terribly on purpose.
The table shows that Lu Zhiye's average damage per game is over 3,700, and his damage in the game is over 4,000, which is the highest in the world.
Shi Jing used the middle value of these two data points and exercised extreme restraint, estimating that his average damage per tryout was at most 1,000, and that he had only killed around ten people in total. This was less than a quarter of his normal performance, and would probably rank him at the bottom among the youth trainees.
After all, what can be selected for the Paralympics if you have 1000 injuries on the field?
"True," Matt sighed. "We only average over 300 damage per game. It feels like there's really no hope."
Shi Jing: “?”
Shi Jing: “How much?”
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