1731 Side Story: The Expectations of the diocre (2)
An apology?
Zhang Yiwei was stunned. Fang Minghua acted as if he had done sothing wrong, which made Zhang Yiwei a bit stunned. He turned back to look at Tong Lin. Tong Lin spread out his hands, indicating that he didn’t know what was happening. When he turned back, his gaze also caught a glimpse of Fang Minghua’s computer screen. On it, there were flashes of light, swords, guns, and lightning. It was very lively. Furthermore, this kind of intense battle was never sothing that would be carried out as soon as professional training started. Zhang Yiwei looked again and recognized that this wasn’t a training program. This was clearly a battle in Glory. Fang Minghua had co to the training room early in the morning to play gas.
It was true that they played this ga in their matches and training sessions. However, playing in an online ga had a different aning from their training and competition. It was seriously inconsistent with Zhang Yiwei’s expectations for Fang Minghua.
“I shouldn’t have used the computer in the training room to play online gas…” Fang Minghua continued to admit his mistake.
“So this is what you ca to the training room to do early in the morning on your day off?” Zhang Yiwei’s expression turned a little cold. The hot blood that had just been ignited had been extinguished by this screen full of killing.
“I’m sorry…” Fang Minghua lowered his head and did not explain.
“Although the team didn’t make it clear, I thought everyone knew that the computer in the training room wasn’t for our entertainnt,” said Zhang Yiwei.
“I was wrong,” said Fang Minghua as he rushed to the computer. He couldn’t care less about the current situation in the ga and imdiately shut down the ga.
Zhang Yiwei looked at Fang Minghua. To be honest, he really hoped that Fang Minghua could defend himself. For example, the reason why he ca here to ga was because he wanted to use so thod to improve himself, or because he wanted to obtain so precious equipnt or materials for the team. Unfortunately, he didn’t. Fang Minghua just kept apologizing. He was really just here to play.
That must be why everyone is so diocre… Zhang Yiwei thought about this and could not help but sigh.
“Don’t do it again.” He didn’t say anything else. After saying this, he turned around and left.
Watching the captain leave, Fang Minghua’s heart was still filled with fear. Looking at Tong Lin who was still there, he revealed a bit of grievance.
“Brother Tong, didn’t you say you could do it?” Fang Minghua said.
“Uh, how should I put it…” Tong Lin scratched his head and said, “I can only say that this is a beautiful misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?” Fang Minghua looked confused.
“The captain thought you were training on your own, but in the end…” Tong Lin looked at Fang Minghua’s private account card inserted into the login device and spread his hands.
“Aiyo, f*ck.” Fang Minghua imdiately understood everything and slapped his forehead. However, he imdiately took out his account card and waved it at Tong Lin. “I’ll work hard. I’ll definitely train more next ti.” Saying that, he rushed out.
Tong Lin shrugged nonchalantly and went to his seat. He took out his account card from his pocket, turned the computer on, and logged in. It was the Glory Continent’s Heavenly Domain.
“Who would be willing to lose in succession…” Tong Lin muttered in a low voice. In his mind, he recalled Zhang Yiwei’s excited expression when he shouted, “It’s ti to make so changes” and “How can we waste our ti”.
In terms of technical strength, they were indeed just ordinary mbers of the Professional Alliance. They couldn’t be compared to those God-level players. Moreover, he was a few years older than these top players who ruled the Alliance. There wasn’t much room for improvent. It could even be said that he didn’t have much ti left.
However, improving oneself was not the only way to improve the team.
The ga interface that Tong Lin had just logged into changed. It was the equipnt editor in Glory. A pair of revolvers that had yet to be completed lay there quietly, one on the left and one on the right.
Tong Lin’s character was a sword-type character. The revolver wasn’t a weapon he needed, but it was what Team Samsara needed the most. This was because their core character, Cloud Piercer, was a Sharpshooter. Even though he was as diocre as them, Tong Lin firmly believed that Cloud Piercer wouldn’t continue to be diocre like him. One day, he would beco a famous character in Glory like the Battle God and the King of Fighters. Furthermore, this was the change he was determined to make for the team.
“I can definitely do it.” Tong Lin muttered to himself again, his expression focused on his work.
Outside the training room, Fang Minghua rushed out, but he wasn’t in a hurry to find his captain to explain. He had already decided to wake up early on his next day off to train. However, he still had unfinished business today. He couldn’t let down his friends in the ga, especially one of them whom he wanted to have a beautiful fairytale-like future with.
Fang Minghua rushed out of the club as quickly as he could and arrived at the nearest internet cafe. He found an empty phone and hurriedly turned it on to log into the ga. At this mont, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that the caller ID was his future.
“I’m sorry…” He imdiately said after picking up the phone. His attitude was even more sincere and attentive than when he was facing Captain Zhang Yiwei.
“Quick, co and take a look.” Unexpectedly, not only did the other party not scold him, but she also said this. Her voice sounded a little shaky, as if shen was afraid of sothing.
“What’s wrong?” Fang Minghua asked as he anxiously waited for the login loading bar in the ga to fill up. He wished he could push that progress bar.
“It’s too terrifying,” said the other party.
“What’s terrifying?” Fang Minghua asked as he finally logged into the ga.
“Take a look for yourself.” The other party probably saw that Fang Minghua’s character had logged in from the ga and hung up.
His character, who had been forcefully logged out of the ga, was still in the sa place as before. Fang Minghua turned his cara and quickly saw the fierce battle in front of him. At the sa ti, there were one, two, three, four... nine characters who were motionless. They were his teammates. He, the healer, had been forced to stop the ga. However, the nine of them rushed towards the boss, the Night Returner on the Sea, without knowing anything. Fang Minghua thought that he would see corpses everywhere, or that they would all be revived in the city.
However, in reality, all nine of his teammates were standing there in perfect condition. None of them participated in the fierce battle further away.
Fang Minghua put on his headset while controlling his character to walk forward. He very naturally stood next to his future.
Just as he was about to ask about the situation, his gaze was imdiately attracted by the intense battle in front of him.
There was only one character who was fighting with the Night Returner on the Sea. This fierce battle with the newest and strongest wild boss was a one-on-one fight.
“What’s happening?” Fang Minghua blurted out.
No one paid attention to him. Other than his future, no one even noticed that he, a healer who deserved to die, had quietly run back. Everyone did not move. Occasionally, they would turn around, but they were just adjusting their perspective to watch the fierce battle in front of them.
Bang bang bang bang!
Gunshots rang out incessantly in the intense battle. Although wild bosses often had multiple roles, the Night Returner on the Sea knew nothing about Guns. Gunshots would only co from its opponents.
“F*ck! A Sharpshooter?” Fang Minghua cried out in surprise again. The person fighting Night Returner on the Sea was actually a Sharpshooter. However, as a gun-type character, he didn’t put distance between him and his opponent to run while shooting. Instead, he suddenly moved in and out of range. After the gunshots, it took Fang Minghua a while to confirm that this was a Sharpshooter.
He finally knew why his future’s voice was trembling on the phone. The scene in front of him was indeed too inhuman. As a Sharpshooter, how could he fight like this? If there was, there was only one possibility.
Fang Minghua shouted, “This is a physical gun skill!”
“Oh?” This sound finally made the other teammates notice Fang Minghua’s return.
“Where the f*ck did you go!?” Even in the face of such an inhumane battle, there were still teammates who were furious at him. It seed that Fang Minghua’s sudden act of going offline had hurt them quite a bit.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. There was an ergency.” Fang Minghua quickly apologized and explained. He didn’t dare to ntion that he had actually told them to “wait for him” before he left. They didn’t hear him clearly.
“What did you just say? A physical gun skill?” They were old friends, so no one held a grudge against Fang Minghua for leaving.
“Based on this fighting style, it can only be a physical gun skill,” said Fang Minghua.
Soone said, “That person must be a professional player!”
In many people’s eyes, the physical gun skill was a high-end skill that only professional players had. However, in reality, skills weren’t exclusive to professional players. There were many players who could master the physical gun skill through hard work. However, even if it was the sa skill, there would always be a difference between different people using it. As for the physical gun skill used by this Sharpshooter in front of him…
“Is that Zhang Yiwei?” The captain of Team Samsara, which Fang Minghua was a part of, was imdiately ntioned. Even though he wasn’t a top God, Zhang Yiwei was one of the top Sharpshooters.
As a mber of Team Samsara, Fang Minghua was naturally very familiar with their captain and the core player’s playstyle. Was the person in front of him their captain?
Fang Minghua didn’t say anything. He was sure that the person in front of him wasn’t Captain Zhang Yiwei. However, he didn’t say this. After all, the reason why he didn’t think so was that the Sharpshooter in front of them seed to be stronger than Zhang Yiwei.
Who was this person?
The nas of the Sharpshooters in the professional scene quickly flashed through Fang Minghua’s mind, but he quickly rejected them. If any of these players could use physical gun skills to such an extent, then the gun-type characters wouldn’t have been able to stand high above Zhang Jiale and his Spitfire. It would have been a famous scene, right?
So this person…
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