Ye Jinwen gasped.
As soon as they met, they had to fight for wine and hand speed. How long has Sang Yun been holding back his anger
Xiao Qimo was not emotional. He took out his beautiful fingers from his pockets and pushed down his glasses gracefully.
"Can."
The index finger and middle finger of his other hand were holding a bottle of mineral water, which was swaying casually and leisurely with his walking posture, calm and elegant with a bit of lazy and noble air.
He walked over to the sofa, put down the mineral water bottle, and waited for the battle to begin.
Sang Yun and Ye Jinwen both noticed that Xiao Qimo had been carrying this bottle of water in his hand since the very beginning.
Sang Yun thought about it and started preparing for the battle without asking any specific questions.
Ye Jinwen didn't intend to participate in their heads-up duel, he had to be responsible for driving, and also had to prevent the two from fighting, he was caught in the middle with a heavy responsibility, it was too difficult.
He hooked the small stool beside him, and sat down aggrieved.
The three sat down.
Sang Yun is also not polite, curling one corner of his lips, his dark and thick eyes are wandering, his evil facial features are covered with dust, his beautiful hands for typing on the keyboard hold a bottle in each hand, and the bottle caps are close together, " With a bang, the cap of the dark beer bottle opened and rolled to the ground.
This is the brand they are used to drinking. It has a mellow and strong malt aroma. As soon as it is opened, it comes out with a bit of mist.
One bottle per person, set it up.
Sang Yun brought the ap tester over and provocatively said, "Master Mo, then I'll start first."
Xiao Qimo gracefully made a gesture of invitation.
Ye Jinwen thought to himself, that's why the relationship between the three of them is so strong, if other people dared to treat Master Mo with this attitude, they would have been punished long ago.
Brother Yun is still the old Brother Yun.
only…
The Yun family is no longer the Yun family it used to be.
Yes, the ctf god sniper Sang Yun who has countless girlfriend fans, mother fans and homeboy fans at home and abroad is Yun Sang from the Yun family.
The three of them are known as the Jinjing Iron Triangle.
Similar in age, like-minded, and the deep friendship formed by the elders earlier, the three of them naturally became good buddies and brothers.
It is not an exaggeration to say that I wear a pair of pants.
Later, because of various things, Sang Yun stayed in Hunting Shadow Team, Seventh Brother went to ieg, and he chose to escape from Jinjing. The chances of the three meeting each other are very few, let alone get together like this.
Ye Jinwen recalled the years when he was young and frivolous, and there were many deep images on the baby's face that didn't fit him.
He didn't come back to his senses until Sang Yun over there put the tester flat and his fingers moved quickly.
It's not easy to see S's magic hand speed test on the spot.
At the beginning of the match, Sang Yun's expression remained calm, but his fingers moved quickly, occasionally casting a look at Xiao Qimo, which was faintly provocative.
Xiao Qimo was leaning on the sofa, holding an elegant smile, not rushing.
A minute passed.
Ye Jinwen stretched out his head to look at the number displayed on it: 449.
He gave thumbs up with both hands: "God S! Awesome!"
The average person's hand speed can reach 300, which is already very good, and most trained professional players can reach more than 360. And those who are as fast as Sang Yun are very few.
Sang Yun didn't say anything, and pushed the tester to Xiao Qimo.
Xiao Qimo smiled softly, pointing to something: "You have regressed."
Ye Jinwen:? ?
Is this still a step back
Xiao Qimo glanced at Sang Yun, knowing that he still retained his strength, so he didn't say much.
And Sang Yun seemed to know something, and smiled with the corners of his lips hooked.
"I thought you had completely forgotten us people." Sang Yun said calmly, with a little more gentleness between his brows and eyes.
The daily hand speed test sheets of the team members must be registered and reported.
Obviously, Xiao Qimo said this after seeing his grades.
Xiao Qimo chose a comfortable sitting position, and started counting without talking nonsense.
Ye Jinwen next to him was even more shocked.
He didn't often see Master Mo take action, and even when he was looking for No. 13, he was usually by his side. Now seeing Master Mo competing with Sang Yun again, it seems to have returned to the previous years.
A minute passed quickly.
Ye Jinwen looked at Xiao Qimo, then at Sang Yun, and announced in a weird way: "Seventh brother, 450."
Xiao Qimo beat Sang Yun by one point.
"Please." Xiao Qimo looked at the wine on the table.
Without saying a word, Sang Yun raised his head and poured a bottle.
The contest between the two men was simple and rough, Sang Yun's next score was 451, and Xiao Qimo drank.
After Xiao Qimo finished drinking, he poured another bottle of Sang Yun with a score of 452.
Ye Jinwen sat next to them and watched them come and go, no one overpowering the other, just crushing each other one at a time, bottles of dark beer were opened, and soon the table was full of empty beer bottles.
He was heartbroken.
He doesn't want to sit anymore, he should kneel.
These two people are worthy of being of the grandfather's and brother's generations, only he is a "younger".
Why…
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The team members downstairs had eaten carefully, and leaned over the stairs to look up.
"Team leader, what are the captain doing with the gold master's father and Mr. Qi? The three of them won't fight, right?"
Zhou Xin stroked his chin, "It won't be a fight... God S should be fighting Mr. Qi one-on-one!"
"I go!"
The team members exclaimed, "Anyone dares to single out God S?! The captain's hand speed, there are not many people in the world who are his opponents!"
"I think Mr. Qi will be tortured by blood..."
"By the way, the leader, the gold master's father and Mr. Qi, have you lived with us recently?"
"It should be... right..." Zhou Xin was not very sure.
Ye Shao should be here, but as for Master Mo, it's hard to say.
—
Fighting for wine and hand speed, it was the afternoon in the blink of an eye.
While packing up the wine bottles, Ye Jinwen looked at the two men who were slightly drunk, neither would let the other go, and continued to solo absolutely firmly.
They are not too tired, he is tired of watching.
On the surface, they are singled out, but in fact they are drinking each other.
Fortunately, he is only a younger brother, otherwise he would have to get involved in this big boss battle.
Xiao Qimo didn't know which round it was, he threw the empty wine bottle on the coffee table, leaned on the sofa and smiled.
Competing happily, drinking happily, but I don't know if Yun Sang can feel happier in his heart.
Yun Sang's eyes were a little blurred, his skin was fair, even if he was exposed to the sun, he would not be tanned, his natural whiteness, but the reddened cheeks from drinking were particularly obvious.
After finishing a game, he drank a bottle of wine on his own, put down the empty bottle with a bang, and sat on the sofa with his head bowed quietly.
"Brother Yun?" Ye Jinwen called him.
Sang Yun smiled lightly, feeling that his mouth was a little dry. He would always feel this way if he drank too much beer. When he looked up, he saw the mineral water Xiao Qimo put on the table.
He didn't mind that it was drunk, just because the bottle of water was closest to him, he just reached out to get it.