CS: I became Top 1 by grinding my skill level

In the camera footage, the faces of thousands of spectators around them were blurred into shimmering blocks of color, their arms waving and shouting silently.

A large portion of the audience came to watch the performance of the SD youth training team. Some of them were fans of other SD divisions and came to cheer for the SD youth training team out of love for them. Another small portion were fans of the famous streamer Beihai. They just wanted to see their iron-blooded judge of cheating, Beihai, personally crush the cheaters in the offline competition.

The remaining small group of viewers are just there for entertainment; they'll support whoever wins.

After all, the Orange team currently has neither fame nor has proven its strength. The title of "genius boy" is not worth much. Throughout the history of the gaming industry, there have been many talented young people, but only a handful have actually embarked on a professional career, let alone achieved any results.

On the Orange Team's side, Han Tian calmly sat in his gaming chair, operating his computer to set up his CFG.

Now, actually facing the surging, rolling crowd of spectators in person, Han Tian, ​​who had just drunk [Bohe Premium Shrimp Oil] in the training room, found himself "dulled" by his surroundings upon arriving at the arena. To put it more concretely, the hundreds of spectators before him appeared as blurry mosaics; the sonic vibrations from their shouts, screams, waving, and stomping were completely imperceptible to him.

Han Tian felt as comfortable as if he were sitting in the team's training room, and even lazily stretched.

But his teammates were clearly a different story.

Zhao Qingcheng was wearing noise-canceling headphones, but he could still feel the vibrations transmitted by the sound of the huge crowd.

The bright white spotlight shone on Zhao Qingcheng's head, making him feel a bit glared. His throat tightened, and suddenly the back of his neck itched. He wanted to scratch it, but when he raised his head slightly, he saw that cameras on his desk and the screen in front of him were filming his every move.

Suddenly, Zhao Qingcheng's body shuddered, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his fleshy back. "Oh, it's sweat." That was exactly where he had been trying to scratch the itch.

Although Zhao Qingcheng said he had played a few so-called "offline matches" before, those were actually internet cafe matches. This was the first time he had faced a match in a venue like this.

Aside from Han Tian, ​​Ike was the most composed of them all. He sat in his chair, looking left and right. If the captain hadn't stopped him, he would have stood up and shouted to the audience. Perhaps this is just how a natural-born gangster is.

Although Zhang Zhen appeared calm on the surface, his slightly heavier breathing betrayed his inner tension, though it was unclear whether it stemmed from the offline competition or from complex emotions towards his opponent.

Du Sinian looked at the team members and saw that they were all in good condition except for Zhao Qingcheng. Han Tian and Ai Ke, in particular, were behaving as if they were in the training room, not treating the audience like human beings at all. They probably thought of them as radishes or cabbages.

As for himself, Du Sinian gave a wry smile. The pounding of his heart made him realize that this was also his first time in such a large venue.

The Electric Snake brand spared no expense in organizing this tournament, and the setup was rather extravagant, surpassing most secondary leagues in China. I heard they even poached two technical staff from the PGL tournament organizers.

Du Chengzi, standing behind everyone, was wearing a suit jacket and shiny Martin boots. He paced back and forth behind the five contestants, trying his best to look serious as a coach with his delicate face.

On the Dragon Roar team's bench, Beihai stared expressionlessly at the five people opposite him. He knew very well that since they had come to the offline venue...

At this point, whether the other person was a cheater or not is no longer important to him; as the saying goes, "The person who wronged you knows better than you how wronged you are."

At this point, Beihai could only consider how to smoothly descend from the mountain of rhythm he had unintentionally created. "First, try to play well in the game. If you win, you can naturally continue to crush them and get the last wave of traffic. If you lose... do public relations and apologize, and try to create the image of a real man in the CS circle who is willing to admit his mistakes."

Beihai has experienced similar rhythmic events before, but...

"But... will I be able to reach the other side this time...?"

Bei Hai looked towards the opposite players' seats. The boy named Zhang Zhen was warming up with great concentration, while the boy named Han Tian was leaning over and talking to their captain. Then the two of them smiled at each other.

Memories and envy mingled in Beihai's heart, and inexplicably, a terrible emotion arose within him—jealousy.

Suddenly, the words coming from the seat next to him interrupted his thoughts.

"Hai Zi! Show the spirit of our veteran!"

His teammate on the left, Lao Tang, reached out a fist at him.

"Um...."

Beihai silently claps his fists.

........

Inside the CSBOY live stream room on Maoya Live's CS section.

Maxixi noticed that the number of viewers in the live stream was almost catching up with the number of viewers in the Blast Spring Finals a few days ago.

"Sigh! The match has started. Here's the time: 53, 52, 51. Okay, this is your commentator, Ma Xixi. And you are..."

"On the Orange team's side, which is led by Sha 2T, Zhang Zhen is the number one player on A University. How so? Sure enough, his teammate Du Sinian gave him a P250."

"Judging from the number of items on Orange's side, they're probably going to go for a standard pistol round with a bomb rush at A site."

Just as Ma Xixi thought, Du Sinian did not use any restrictive tactics to limit the players this time, because he knew that Han Tian and Zhang Zhen both had a lot of pent-up anger.

Moreover, the opposing team consists of two veteran players and two PL players. The only player worth watching is Song Chen, who just retired from WU.

“Ding Di—”

The countdown ended, the game began, and Zhang Zhen, holding the P250 given to him by the captain, switched to the M9 hunter weapon that the captain had also given him and strode towards A door.

"Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a tiger?" He recalled what Han Tian had said to him before the game started.

Then, within a minute, the crisp sound of the P250 gunshots echoed throughout the entire A University in the scorching desert city.

"There's a lot of resentment going on!"

"This pistol round saw P250 secure a triple kill and push down A site."

Ma Xixi was amazed. He had only focused his attention on Han Tian, ​​who was the most stunning person, but he did not expect Zhang Zhen to be so good at targeting.

"After planting the bomb, Ekko A-Small used a big attack at close range, and then ran and killed Beihai who was returning from X-box to defend A-Small."

Ma Xixi was laughing so hard. In the game, Ike, with the advantage of having more Glock bullets and high accuracy in close-range running and shooting, completely overwhelmed Beihai, making it impossible for him to aim.

"Huh!? What is Ike doing! They're already interacting??"

In the video, after Beihai, who was defending point A from A small, was killed by Ekko, Ekko's character model squatted down on Beihai's body and fired his Glock bullets at the corpse as if they were free.

"You dare mess with my teammate? Did you buy your horse wholesale?"