Chapter 54 Let's talk trash together, talk talk together
"Fun..."
Cui Yuanyeol didn't find it funny at all.
Only from the perspective of an opponent, or in other words, only from the perspective of a captain or team leader, can one understand the sinister murderous intention behind Ye Xiu's words as a joke.
In fact, after losing the last game - after he resolutely decided to change the original roster and play in the arena match, but still lost two kill points, and after losing another kill point in the home team team match, during the replay,
His formation was greatly questioned by the team.
"Why should substitutes be treated as regular players?"
"We clearly know that Lord Grim has always started in the domestic league, why do we still rank Boxing Master at number one?"
"Why is there a magic scholar in position 4?"
These various questions, even questions, from all directions are summarized into one question:
Can we trust you?
And just now, Ye Xiu's series of questions and jokes pointed directly at his decision to play at the No. 1 position in this game.
In terms of competition, it is not necessarily necessary to use one's own strongest player against the other side's strongest player. In Tian Ji's horse racing, it has always been a common fighting technique to use one's own steed and the other's steed.
——But, as the captain, as the strongest player in the team, when he encounters a strange, tough opponent that his teammates are not sure about, and has already lost three kill points, if he doesn’t take the lead, who will?
On top?!
...Stop thinking about this.
As long as you win, as long as you defeat the opponent in front of you, everything will be easy!
Cui Yuanlie took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, and tapped the keyboard. On the screen, the little ghost-killer turned around, swung his knife, and ran back upwards.
Unlike Cui Yuanyeol who tries to keep his composure, most of the players in the Chinese team's booth are laughing and laughing, enjoying themselves beyond measure.
Ye Xiu's trash talk makes me irritated when playing against him, but it's really enjoyable to watch him beat others - especially, Ye Xiu's style is not quantitative flow, but heart-breaking flow. Every sentence is telling the truth.
, pricking someone else's most painful place...
Except for Xiao Shiqin, who was staring at the screen intently, and Yu Wenzhou, who commented in a low voice to Zhang Xinjie, "The operation is very stable, and it seems that his mentality is not disturbed," the other masters were either laughing unscrupulously, or they were caring about their image and holding back their laughter with a straight face.
This trend has also spread to the rear. The young men in the third and fourth rows of the sparring group are looking up at the big screen, one by one with their arms around each other, swaying around.
Dai Yanqi was already half-lying on Tang Rou's shoulder. Lu Hanwen hammered Song Qiying's back so hard that Guo Shao and Gai Caijie's shoulders were pressed against each other. You push me, I push you.
Qiu Fei, who was serious, also tilted his cheek to the right, and quietly raised one corner of his mouth where no one could see him.
Gao Yingjie did not smile. The young man frowned slightly, looked intently at the lines of text that popped up on the public channel, and sighed softly:
"It's so difficult..."
"What's wrong?"
Qiao Yifan leaned closer to his friend. Amidst the laughter, voices and skill sound effects above his head that were amplified hundreds of times, the boy from Tiny Herb put his chin on Qiao Yifan's shoulder, trying to control the volume and biting his ear:
"Trash talking... Do you remember that the captain said that Ye Xiu's trash talking skills are worth learning..."
Remember.
How could I not remember.
That was the first time he and Ye Xiu met, the first time he received encouragement from a great god, the first time he was advised to "try Ghost Swordsman";
At that time, he was still a professional player of Tiny Herb. At that time, he and Gao Yingjie listened to Wang Jiexi's lecture together. At that time, Wang Jiexi... was still his captain...
Time passed, and the two young men who once promised to fight side by side parted ways. However, the years they spent in Tiny Herb still left an extremely deep trace in his heart.
Qiao Yifan suddenly chuckled.
Turning his head sideways, he leaned close to Gao Yingjie's ear in exactly the same manner, relaying Fang Rui, Wei Chen's suggestions or complaints:
"If you can't learn it, don't learn it. Not everyone is talented in trash talking. It would be great if you can be immune to attacks..."
While the teenagers were whispering to each other, Cui Yuanlie had already controlled the character to go back the way he came, stepped onto the top of the "Y" shaped staircase, took another detour, jumped into the orchestra pit, and immediately faced a bunch of bullets coming towards him.
The orchestra pit in the Phantom of the Opera map basically perfectly represents the state in a musical. Looking down from the conductor's seat, there are three rows of seats, two in front and one behind, neatly arranged. The first two rows are low, both are sideways;
One row on the steps, front facing out.
All seats are slightly tilted in an arc to ensure that each performer can see the actions of the conductor's seat when he raises his head.
The string section on the left and the wind section on the right. Small pieces such as violins, violas, flutes, clarinets, oboes, and trumpets are placed flat on the seats, while large pieces such as cellos, bassoons, and trumpets are leaning against the side of the seats, while the harp
, timpani, pipe organ and other musical instruments stand quietly at both ends of the orchestra pit.
The bow strings are placed diagonally on the piano, the drumsticks are placed horizontally on the drum head, and even the music score in front of the seat has been opened to the first page, as if a performer will come in at any time and start a wonderful and grand performance.
Of course, the only ones performing for everyone now are Soul Chaser and Lord Grim, two game characters who have nothing to do with music and only know how to fight and kill.
As soon as he stepped into the orchestra pit, Soul Chaser rushed forward. Lord Grim also jumped off the command seat, and while firing rapidly, he rushed in the direction of Soul Chaser along the gap between the two rows of seats.
Chong. In just a blink of an eye, the distance between the two characters was reduced to only three bodies.
At this moment, the only obstacle between the two of them was a magnificent harp that was taller than a person's head.
"Ye Xiu should be able to attack! We know that when it comes to slaying ghosts, we especially cannot give him time to sing and launch his moves - if he summons the power of ghosts and gods to attack, it will bring a lot of troublesome abnormal conditions to the opponent. Ah, as expected,
It’s begun! Lord Grim fires the Gatling gun and rushes forward with his life-threatening pursuit of souls despite the damage - both sides are approaching rapidly - Thousand Planes Umbrella Spear form - continuous attack - fight..."
The word "Crooked" came to an emergency stop before the words came out. The Thousand Chance Umbrella unfolded forward, changing from a gun to a spear. The moment it completed the change in form, it was raised and poked at the top of the harp, the lowest point of the curved neck.
The golden harp let out a low buzzing sound, and fell backwards following the sudden impact. It was about to hit the life-threatening soul-seeking head with the strings attached.
Avoid left?
Or flash right?
In front of me, the harp fell down; to the left, there was a step higher; to the right, seats and music stands were stacked on top of each other, blocking the way forward. He chased the soul for his life without dodging, and slashed out with a bright sword.
Drawing a perfect arc, where the sword struck, the strings of the piano rang and broke one after another.
The curved neck of the piano passed over the head of the life-seeking soul, continued to fall backwards, and trapped Demon Zhan in the middle of the piano body; however, between the strings that flew away, the two characters were attacking each other again.
Accessible.
"Moonlight Slash! It's a bit wasteful, but there's nothing I can do about it...ah..."
The first blow knocked down the harp in a row, and the second blow paused briefly in the air, then changed its direction and stabbed the chest of the soul-seeking soul. At the same time, the arc of the Moonlight Slash had reached its limit, heading towards
He lowered his lower body slightly, sparks flying in the air, and he chopped down the thrusting spear squarely!
"Continuous sudden interruption and then continuous fighting method! The opponent was not fooled. He judged the rhythm difference and accurately hit the war spear! Next..."