Eat a chicken [e-sports]

Chapter 62

An hour ago.

Ning Feiqin felt that his breathing was hot, and the sober string in his mind was shaking, but he didn't stop the operation for half a minute, and even killed a person with a four-fold pressure gun.

Although a bunch of flies were stuffed into his head and kept buzzing, his technique was better than usual. Ning Feiqin stared at the screen with his eyes wide open, refusing to be distracted for a moment. Khan, even the keyboard is hot from the touch.

During the halftime break after a game, Ning Feiqin went to get a bottle of water, and secretly put his face on the bottle to cool down. His throat was filled with thirst and tingling. He drank some water and felt alive again. coming.

Listening to the discussion beside his ears, Ning Feiqin didn't know what they were talking about, his left ear went in and his right ear went out, his brain seemed to be suspended, unable to think.

Fortunately, he is usually a person who doesn't talk much.

A new round has begun, and it is also the last round. Ning Feiqin pinched his thigh, barely concentrating, blinking his wet eyes, trying his best to keep up with the rhythm of the team.

For him, the moment when justice was bestowed upon him was a kind of relief.

Holding his heavy eyes, he silently watched the next game.

At the end of the game, they took third place.

Did you win?Ning Feiqin saw the expressions on other people's faces clearly, and immediately understood that he had won.

A very shallow smile appeared on his face, without even dimples appearing, and then, his consciousness was like fragments, and the whole world fell into darkness.

Ning Feiqin dreamed a lot.

When he was a child, he stayed alone in a dark and narrow room. Later, he was taken back to Ning’s house. The house was countless times bigger than before, but it was even more empty. His room was brightly lit all night. He started to hide under the quilt and cry, but his brother couldn't do anything later on, and the house didn't lack the electricity bill, so he got used to asking him to turn on the lights all night.

He didn't turn off the lights until daytime, when the bright sunlight dispelled the coldness of the night.

The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, even so, he could still feel the warmth outside through the curtains, he was afraid but longed to be enveloped by the light, entangled but not contradictory.

Before that, Ning Feiqin's world had always been gray, like a little white was forcibly mixed into black, and after mixing, it was no longer so pure, and turned into a dull gray.

Until, he met someone.

After being killed by his teammates, Ning Feiqin originally wanted to uninstall the game, but unexpectedly, someone avenged him, the marksmanship was very accurate, the voice was nice, and it took him to experience the taste of eating chicken.

Afterwards Ning Feiqin tried to pull him, but got no response, and then he matched several times, but he kept silent, and his teammates either retreated directly or were equally silent.

Ning Feiqin was often beaten without even finding anyone. After being shot, he lay down in fear, thinking that the enemy would not be able to see him. Unexpectedly, he died even faster.

Maybe it was because of their unfinished fate, Ning Feiqin finally found that person, the other person was an anchor, and he was still very popular, so he couldn't see his words at all.

After watching it for less than 1 minute, the website popped up the login interface, Ning Feiqin tried to register, clicked to recharge, and finally embarked on a road of no return.

He has nothing, the only thing he has is money.

After getting to know Qufu, he seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and suddenly had a fixed game team, the team's name was Bandit Team, a name that sounded fierce and revealed a hint of stupidity.

Those days were the happiest in Ning Feiqin's 19 years.

But soon, they faced a huge problem, because he couldn't speak, dragging down the whole team.

Ning Feiqin's illness has always only made him feel inferior, but he never thought that one day, it would make him angry.

He tried to speak alone in the room, but in the end he couldn't make any sound. Fate strangled his throat and made him lose the ability to speak, but he could have been able to.

That night, Ning Feiqin worked hard all night, but he couldn't even pronounce the simplest syllables. He was so angry that he ran to the bed and beat the pillow, beat and kicked, and finally fell asleep after being tired from the beating.

Early the next morning, he ran to find his brother and slipped a small note to Ning Qijun.

I want to speak.It says so on the note.

Ning Qijun was stunned for a moment, confirmed repeatedly, and then said, "I'll arrange a doctor for you."

This disease, as long as the patient is willing to cooperate, the recovery speed is faster than imagined.

Ning Feiqin's level of cooperation was higher than that of all the patients the doctor had seen. The doctor wondered, logically it shouldn't be, why did it take so many years to start treatment?

Ten days later, Ning Feiqin was finally able to utter the first word, "Huh?"

Still with a questioning tone.

During this period of time, when he couldn’t bear it any longer, he clicked on a voice, listened to it, and played it over and over again. He was like a dying fish longing for water. Every time he listened to it, he felt that the hard work was worth it. of.

The duration of the voice is very short, only one second, and there is only one word in it, "Huh?"

He asked Qufu for it before.

Ning Feiqin was sweating coldly on his forehead, trembling all over, finally mustered up the courage, clicked on the game voice, and said the word he had been expecting for a long time but dared not say.

The little mute of the Ning family can speak.

The news spread throughout the circle, and many business partners came to congratulate Ning Qijun, saying that after so many years, they finally managed to see the moonlight. Ning Qijun talked to them perfunctorily, and then handed it over to the secretary.

The younger brother was able to talk, and he was very happy.

but……

"Tell me, why didn't he call me?" Ning Qijun leaned on the office chair, with a little disappointment in his complicated eyes.

A secretary who had never seen him seriously replied: "Perhaps the young master is embarrassed, just wait a little longer."

For more than ten years, Ning Qijun never heard Ning Feiqin call him brother again.

I don't know when to wait.

Suddenly one day, when he ran into Ning Feiqin in the living room, Ning Feiqin accidentally called him brother, Ning Qijun was stunned, and he, who had always been expressionless, lost his composure and his voice changed: "You Call again."

"Brother." Ning Feiqin raised his head and smiled at him, the dimples on his face were cute and fair.

Ning Qijun patted him on the shoulder in relief, turned his head and left. After returning to his room, he called the secretary for the first time during non-working hours to announce the good news to the public.

The secretary's voice was full of exhaustion: "Boss, I just fell asleep."

"Give you a red envelope."

The secretary was amused, and his cold voice was seductive: "Okay, thank you boss."

Ning Feiqin practiced diligently every day, and finally he was able to speak like a normal person. This kind of life was so far away from him before, but he didn't expect it to be easily realized now.

Their team had good results. They took the second place in the audition and overcame the language barrier. Ning Feiqin immediately faced a new challenge. The preliminary competition was held offline, which meant that they had to transition from the Internet to reality.

He hadn't met other people he didn't know, and when he thought of competing in front of so many people, Ning Feiqin buried himself in the quilt and rolled around.

How to do?

From being at a loss at the beginning to winning the championship now, Ning Feiqin felt incredible, as if he was dreaming.

He was a little scared suddenly, woke up from the dream, and everything changed back to the way it was before.

He's that little dumb guy who shuts himself in his room all day.

I don't know where to end.

Ning Feiqin woke up suddenly, he was lying in the hospital, surrounded by white, he desperately wanted to find, the door opened, and the person who came in was Ning Qijun.

Ning Feiqin was dumbfounded, the expression on his face was about to cry.

Could it be that he was dreaming?

The air pressure on Ning Qijun's body became lower and lower, and he walked towards the hospital bed, and after a while he restrained himself from opening his mouth: "Why did you fight until you were hospitalized?"

"Competition?" Ning Feiqin repeated.

The moment he made the sound, Ning Feiqin suddenly realized that it was just a false alarm, he was scaring himself.

But the tears fell down uncontrollably.

At this moment, Ning Qijun panicked.

Did he talk too hard?

After Qufu entered, he was a little surprised to see this scene.

What's going on here?

Ning Feiqin looked up, staring at him with teary eyes, eyes full of joy and longing.

The whole body is clamoring, come here quickly.

Qu Fu walked up to him and asked softly, "Did your brother bully you?"

Ning Feiqin shook his head.

Ning Qijun felt a chill in his heart, his heart was broken all over the place, and he used the excuse of something to do with the company to escape from this sad place.

The younger brother has grown up.

Will find wild men.

After Ning Qijun left, Ning Feiqin suddenly hugged his waist very tightly, as if hugging something precious.

refused to let go.

Qu Fu was stunned by the two brothers, and finally reached out and touched Ning Feiqin's head.

Soft and fluffy.

After Ning Feiqin confirmed all of this, he recalled what he had done before, and his face was as red as fever again.

Qu Fu thought that his illness was relapsed, felt the temperature, and was about to ring the doctor's bell when Ning Feiqin grabbed his finger.

"I'm fine." Ning Feiqin whispered.

"Then take the temperature." Qu Fu was worried, and took a thermometer and put Ning Feiqin in his mouth.

Ning Feiqin obediently took his body temperature, but he still held his hand and did not let go. Qu Fu looked down at the intertwined fingers of the two, and then moved his gaze to Ning Feiqin's face.

Ning Feiqin saw his gaze, then silently turned his head to the side, and tightened his grip.

Don't let go.

Qu Fu didn't want to break free, so he just let him hold him, and the other party refused to look at him like a child who had done something wrong.

The atmosphere in the sick room was so hot that it made people uneasy.

Three minutes later, Qufu took the thermometer, and the temperature display finally returned to normal, 3 degrees.

Looking down at Ning Feiqin looking at him expectantly, Qu Fu said, "Congratulations, the fever is gone."

"Oh." Ning Feiqin replied dryly, his mouth was a little dry, but he didn't say anything.

Because he was still holding someone's finger in his hand.

He would rather die of thirst here.

Qufu sat down in a strange way, and didn't tell him to let go, but sat next to him, controlling the mobile phone with one hand, which was inconvenient for many operations with one hand, and he made several wrong clicks.

Ning Feiqin was a little surprised and satisfied, and his eyes didn't know where to go.

Occasionally, the two people's eyes met, they looked at each other for less than three seconds, and then moved away tacitly, Qufu suddenly felt a little hot.

Suspicious redness gradually appeared behind the ears.

Is fever contagious?