Shen Yanming was stunned by the question, then he immediately laughed: "Didn't I tell you that it's so troublesome to go to the TMM base. It will delay my admission to Tsinghua University and Peking University...ah."
He was halfway through his words when a notification popped up on the screen saying that his Internet time was insufficient and the phone would be shut down soon.
Shen Yanming ignored the routine ridicule of the audience in the barrage, and instead clicked on the private chat window of [Don't mess around] and typed in the dialog box "What is your main ID?"
I finished typing but didn't send it out.
The reason why he hesitated was that he felt that there was something strange about the nanny's trumpet that he couldn't describe.
At first he thought the other party was his fan, so he chose this very conspicuous ID from the crowd to perform solo - yes, funny anchors also have fans.
But after being tricked by the opponent for a whole game, Shen Yanming felt uncomfortable again. This nurse must be at the professional level, but the question is how can a professional player be so idle? Not only did she come to watch his live broadcast, but she also registered a small account like this to attract his attention
It's just outrageous.
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
But such a bold, careful and violent nanny is rare, and Shen Yanming really wants to have another passionate fight with her.
The 20-second countdown to shutdown began to flash, and Shen Yanming hesitated before pressing the send button. Unfortunately, before he could get a reply, the screen went black.
He was forced to go off the air without even saying hello to the audience in the live broadcast room...
Shen Yanming took off his headphones, scratched his hair that was limp from being pressed down, and walked out of the cramped private room.
It was not yet dusk when he ran out, but now the sky was already dyed in ink.
Although he slept in class, was punished by standing, and skipped classes to go to illegal Internet cafes, he knew that he was a good student and he had to rush back to attend evening self-study classes.
Shen Yanming walked skillfully towards an empty wall and climbed over it in one go with handsome and neat movements. He climbed over the wall and landed on the campus. As soon as he landed, he let out a powerful roar.
"Which class?!"
Shen Yanming had been playing for the whole afternoon and was feeling tired. However, when he heard the voice, he felt like he was diving into a big bowl of coffee and felt extremely awake.
He looked closely and saw that it was the prefect of their grade.
Shen Yanming glanced around and understood. This class monitor was catching boys and girls in premature love in a secret corner of the campus. Suddenly, Shen fell from the sky and got in between the couple in premature love and the class monitor.
Shen Yanming: “…” I was careless. I should have used a flashlight to look down before climbing over the wall.
"What class are you from?" I asked.
Shen Yanming was holding a lunch box in his hand, which contained octopus balls that he had brought back from outside the school to share with his classmates. This was a delicious item that was not available in the school cafeteria.
“I’m a food delivery guy,” he said in his dying breath. “Meituan food delivery can bypass the firewall faster.”
…
Shen Yanming has never missed the seemingly ordinary but extremely precious evening self-study as much as he does now. Although most of the time he can only count the number of circles of the clock hand on the wall during the evening self-study, it is still very different from sitting in the student office and counting the number of squares on the plaid shirt of the class leader.
Not long after, Shen Yanming's mother Lin Qingyue came. She came to Shen Yanming in high heels and grabbed his ear: "You climbed over the wall to go to the Internet cafe in the first week of school?! You have grown up, right? Are you an adult? You go to the Internet cafe?"
Shen Yanming wailed: "It hurts, it hurts... Next month, next month I will be eighteen!"
Lin Qingyue raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "Then you won't go again next month!"
Teachers present: “…”
The class leader and the head teacher took turns to tell Lin Qingyue how dangerous and bad the action of Shen Yanming climbing over the wall was, and said that this child was in the third year of high school, and if he didn't study hard, his future would be worrying. Lin Qingyue nodded repeatedly, turning her head from time to time to give Shen Yanming, who had drooping eyebrows, a few glares.
Climbing over the wall without permission to go out will result in suspension from classes. After Shen Yanming wrote a self-criticism and received the punishment, he was tormented again and Lin Qingyue took him home.
Sitting in the car, with only the mother and son alone, Lin Qingyue stopped talking about those empty words. She sighed, "What do you think? You said before that we wouldn't force you to study if you didn't like it, and you said you signed up for a youth training camp for some team, but now you're not going?"
Shen Yanming fiddled with the seat belt: "... Not going anymore."
"Why not?"
"I was just impulsive," Shen Yanming paused, he stared at his fingernails. The light in the car was not good, and no one knew what he was looking at. "Then I thought about it carefully. With so many people joining the youth training team every year, how many can join the main team and have the opportunity to play in the game? Even if they can play, how many can enter the world championship? Even if I really win the championship, after retiring, won't I still open an online store selling meat floss biscuits? It's boring. I might as well sell meat floss biscuits now."
Lin Qingyue glared at him, and he shrank his shoulders and said, "... I just think playing professionally is not reliable, it's better to study. Even if I go to a technical school, I can still repair cars or something in the future."
Lin Qingyue stretched out a hand and placed the back of her hand on Shen Yanming's forehead: "Yan, have you been stimulated by something?"
Shen Yanming was stunned for a moment. He was indeed shocked. In his previous life, he devoted his whole heart to the e-sports career he loved, but in the end, everything was like fishing for the moon in the water. Not only did he catch nothing, he also fell into a pool of dirty water and got himself stinky... Even at that time, even his parents received a lot of greetings from a group of inexplicable "righteous people".
He is now engaged in competitive ptsd.
He couldn't tell the real reason no matter what. Even if he did, his mother wouldn't believe it.
What reincarnation? After hearing this, Lin Qingyue would definitely send him to a mental hospital without saying a word.
Finally, Shen Yanming simply pretended to be impatient: "Oh, no, I just get bored after three minutes. Playing professionally is too hard. I practice from morning till night every day. I'm lazy and don't want to practice. Is that okay?"
Lin Qingyue started the car: "Since you don't want to play that game, then your teacher is right. What kind of school can you get into with your poor grades..."
Maybe it was because the car was too stuffy, but Shen Yanming felt a little suffocated. However, he looked like nothing had happened. He smiled and said, "I will learn, I will learn. I have a good brain, if I learn it casually, those top students in the class will have no chance to survive. Don't worry about it."
Shen Yanming's determination to learn is real.
He returned home, cleaned up, went into his room, and flipped through two supplementary teaching materials. Even though classes were suspended, he couldn't fall behind in his studies, so he still had to read some.
After reading two lines, all the words in the book turned into buzzing insects.
He thought that learning is not something that can be achieved overnight, so before formally starting to study, he might as well give his gaming career a grand farewell ceremony by playing some more ranked games.
So he closed the book, stuffed it into his schoolbag, ran to the computer, turned it on and sat down.
When he went online, he saw that the mysterious nanny he met in the afternoon had replied to his words.
[Don't mess around]: My main id is tmm_kong
If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. Shen Yanming rolled his eyes and started typing furiously.
[I'm messing around again]: I know, I know. I, Nightmare, am going to turn against you today. How about a solo match
—As we all know, TMM’s Kong and Nightmare are like a pair of partners holding the Grim Reaper’s scythe, leaving no grass behind wherever they pass.
This nanny insisted that she was Kong, and Shen Yanming cooperated by cosplaying as Nightmare.
Shen Yanming arranged several games by himself, and around 11 o'clock in the evening, the nanny finally came online again.
[Don’t mess around]:… Believe it or not.
[Don’t mess around]: No solo, but we can queue together.
[I'm messing around again]: Wow.
[Stop messing around]: Wait, I'll go change my name.
[I'm messing around again]:
[Stop messing around]: The names are so similar that I can't tell them apart.
After a while, the other party changed his name and came back.
[My milk can’t move anymore]: Here it comes.
[I'm messing around again]: ... Wow.
[I'm messing around again]: You really want to be my wife?! I didn't even beat you this afternoon
[My breasts can’t move anymore]: You can win if you don’t hold back.
Shen Yanming was not very surprised to see this. This nanny was very skilled, so it was normal to see that he was pretending to be a noob on purpose.
[My milk is not flowing anymore]: Did I poop
[I'm messing around again]: Let's line up.
[I can't move]: You don't need to hold back when you play later, just play freely. If you are afraid that others will recognize you, just say that you lent your account to someone else.
[I'm messing around again]: =. =
He thought that their ranks were both low, and the level of the players they could match was about the same as the AI, so it wouldn't make any difference whether they let the game go or not.
However, the suggestion of the nurse did make him excited. Since Shen Yanming registered this account, he has not played a single game properly. In the past, he had an account of level 8, and his ladder ranking could rank in the top ten among ordinary players. If he used his professional level of playing for several years to manage this account seriously, it would not be a problem for him to be in the top three.
But that account was sold when he came back.
Fight with all your might... Fight with all your might and bully the weak ones. This statement sounds funny. Shen Yanming lowered his head with a raised corner of his mouth.
[I'm messing around again]: OK~
At first, Shen Yanming was worried that someone would recognize him and say that his skills had improved by leaps and bounds, but later he realized that he was overthinking it. They played several games, and one or two people did recognize him as the funny anchor, but most of these low-rank players didn't even have the basic operating awareness, they could only play blindly, and didn't know how to judge whether a person was good or not by looking at strategy, hand speed, etc.
The teammates they were paired with only knew that their team won, but they had no idea how they won. They also didn’t feel much about the losing team. For these players, winning or losing in competitive games is no different from playing rock-paper-scissors, it’s just a random event.
Shen Yanming no longer had any scruples and just as Nai Budong said, he started beating without restraint.
It wasn't really challenging, but being able to revel in it made Shen Yanming feel refreshed. And even though he was bullying the weak, there was a difference between bullying the weak and bullying the weak. Shen Yanming played too comfortably in these few games. To use an inappropriate metaphor, when the milkman was soloing with him, he was like a wolfhound staring at him, but when he was his teammate, he was like a loyal family dog.
All the obstacles on his way were undoubtedly cleared away, and his vision was bright and wide. He did not need to put forward his own requirements. It was as if Shen Yanming could read his mind and predict what he would do. He would bring the target he wanted to kill to him in front of him in advance and control him tightly, so that he could only stand there as if he was punished and let Shen Yanming attack him...
Admittedly, it was also because the opponent was too weak, but such a comfortable output environment was something Shen Yanming rarely enjoyed.
In his previous life, he was in a professional team called ctg. The nurse he was bound to at the time was not bad, but she was too obedient and basically just followed him and cooperated with him in doing the most basic work.
After winning several games in a row, Lin Qingyue brought a midnight snack into Shen Yanming's room. Shen Yanming was so focused on playing with his headphones on that he didn't notice anyone coming in. When he saw the reflection on the screen, Shen Yanming exclaimed, "Ah!", in shock and fear: "Mom, why didn't you knock when you came in?"
"I've been knocking for ten years!" When it comes to voice, Shen Yanming is still no match for Lin Qingyue. "Why are you still playing? Didn't you just say you would study hard in the future?"
Shen Yanming did not stop, and said guiltily while operating: "The last one, the last one."
Lin Qingyue put the midnight snack on the table, looked around at the various game and event posters that Shen Yanming had posted on the wall, and sighed silently.
"It's late, eat quickly, brush your teeth and go to bed!" Lin Qingyue stood behind Shen Yanming. Shen Yanming could only hear her fierce voice but could not see the expression on her face.
After saying that, Lin Qingyue pushed the door open and went out.
After this game was over, Shen Yanming rejected the request of the nurse to pull him into the game again and sent him a private message.
[I'm messing around again]: I don't want to play anymore. My mom cooked wontons for me.
[My milk can’t be pumped anymore]: OK.
The wontons were still very hot. Shen Yanming picked up one and blew on it. With his other hand, he picked up the mobile phone that was thrown aside and took a picture of the historical records on the computer screen.
A whole row of green winning streaks, very nice to look at.
He opened Weibo and posted his achievements.
I'm messing around again: my wife takes me flying! [Picture]
Anyone who watched his live broadcast in the afternoon knows the story of his wild wife.
Not long after the post was published on Weibo, someone commented: I feel really sorry for you. You are so happy after winning a few games in a row. You are such a mess. I feel sorry for you [/tears]
Shen Yanming liked the comment and returned to the game interface. Seeing that the nurse was still online, he started typing on the keyboard with one hand and chatting with others.
[I'm messing around again]: Actually, you are a professional player, right
[My milk doesn’t work anymore]: Yeah.
[I'm messing around again]: Which team? Can you tell me
[My milk doesn’t flow anymore]: Didn’t I say that at the beginning
[I'm messing around again]: Huh
[I'm messing around again]: You can't be really sweet, can you
[My breasts can’t be pumped anymore]: Um… I wasn’t lying to you.
Shen Yanming was not paying attention and almost choked on the wonton in his mouth. He coughed for a while and finally recovered.
He suddenly understood.
The one who can't milk should be from TMM's second team. After all, when God Kong was in high spirits, the players of their second team could only play in the secondary league, and the amount of training was definitely not as much as that of the first team.
It also makes sense why his playing style is so similar to Kong's. After all, he is influenced by it every day, so it is hard not to be similar.
This is too amazing. Even the players of the second team are so good. If they were poached from other teams, they would be trained as main players.
Shen Yanming drank a mouthful of soup and searched for some memories in his mind. He didn't know much about the members of TMM's second team at this stage, but he still vaguely remembered...
Is it true that the assistant of the second team is a little fat guy who smiles all day long