CS: I became Top 1 by grinding my skill level

"Terrorists win!"

After Han Tian's last bullet instantly killed the only CT, Song Chen.

"Whoosh—"

The entire venue seemed to be set ablaze in an instant, and the gasps of hundreds of spectators turned into a huge wave of sound that swept towards the already mediocre soundproof room.

Screams and applause erupted in a deafening roar, so many that it was impossible to count them all. After all, nothing could stir the audience's hearts more than this dramatic and unpredictable match.

This is what the Chinese CS audience is like. Unlike audiences from other regions, when watching a match, the Chinese audience cheers for everyone, regardless of whether they are supporting their own team or an unknown team, whenever a player makes a highlight play.

"Holy crap! God!! Han Tian, ​​you are my god!!"

With a "bang," the table was hit and shook, causing the monitor and its stand to sway slightly.

Ike could no longer contain his excitement. When Zhao Qingcheng missed that shot, he wanted to slam the table in anger. Ike was a man with a short temper. He had risked his life to break through and had taken down two people, but this point was going to be lost because of Zhao Qingcheng's missed shot. His anger flared up and his eyes widened.

Du Sinian, sitting in the middle, let out a long breath, and his tightly furrowed brows relaxed. In fact, ever since he realized that he had led his team into the B area of ​​the gambling site on the other side, he had been blaming himself.

The first few rounds went too smoothly, and even I, as the commander, was infected by the team's emotions. Instead of taking the opponent's eco round seriously, I called out a somewhat reckless tactic of rushing B.

From a macro perspective, Du Si Nian's tactic wasn't actually that bad, because the first few rounds were all about attacking point A, and a sudden, quick B rush could catch the opponent off guard. But for CS, how convoluted or bizarre the process is doesn't matter; a win is a win, and a loss is a loss. The result is what matters most.

If you lose the game, no one will care about your intentions; most spectators will only cheer for the winner.

"Thank goodness for you, Xiao Tian!" Du Sinian's jawline tightened and then relaxed. Indeed, it was all worth it to give Han Tian any amount of trust.

Han Tian nodded with a slight smile on his face. He wondered if it was because he had drunk [Bohe Premium Shrimp Oil] before the match, but he felt that there was a thick layer of barrier on his emotions. No matter what the situation was during the match, it was difficult for him to have a big emotional fluctuation. Even the slight smile on his face was forced.

"Your decision-making speed really surprised me!"

Zhang Zhen seemed slightly different today; his tone was tinged with excitement. He had just witnessed Han Tian's actions and even felt a chill run down his spine.

Because Zhang Zhen himself is a genius who dominates the entire ladder platform, and he even reached the unprecedented 300-star Demon King S rank on the Perfect World platform. Many top players on the ladder were so scared when they saw Zhang Zhen's ID during the warm-up phase that they dared not enter the game. He is the undisputed Demon King of the ladder.

Although he was falsely accused of cheating by Beihai a long time ago, he was depressed for a period of time after experiencing the dark side of the CS community.

However, in high-level ranked matches, the name of the 300-star Demon King is known to everyone.

But even a genius like Zhang Zhen, after being teammates with an extraordinary character like Han Tian for a long time, would occasionally feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

There's no other reason than that Han Tian can pull off several incredible plays in a single day, something Zhang Zhen might not be able to do even once in a month.

"I am not a peerless genius, he is."

Looking at Han Tian, ​​who remained expressionless even while performing such a maneuver, Zhang Zhen couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by Han Tian's words.

"Let us wash away the injustices you have suffered these past two years with our blood and shut them out completely."

"Um..."

Zhang Zhen tightly grasped Han Tian's outstretched hands.

Zhang Zhen felt a slight soreness in his nose. Ever since he was cyberbullied by Bei Hai and his fans last year, he had been feeling depressed.

But this time, after being subjected to another round of intensified doxxing and cyberbullying in Beihai, he no longer felt that sense of utter despair, because of them...

Zhang Zhen turned his head and glanced at his teammates Han Tian, ​​Du Sinian, and Ike. He felt like he had been reborn.

Seeing his brother Du Sinian looking relieved, Du Chengzi also breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at Han Tian on the far left with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

She blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her eyes filled with innocent confusion as her gaze swept back and forth over Han Tian.

"Could it be... that my brother really did pull an SSR this time?"

Du Chengzi then realized just how amazing that move had been.

Back when she was four or five years old, she would stick to her older brother Du Sinian all day long, going to the neighbor's house to play and watch him play CS 1.6 on his old CRT computer.

Later, she and her brother Du Sinian were taken to Brazil by their parents. Du Sinian had to take a long break from school because he couldn't adapt to the language environment and classmates in Brazil. He spent all his time playing Counter-Strike in his room. His parents and older brother were busy with their business, so only the young Du Chengzi played games with her brother.

However, like her brother, Du Chengzi is not a girl with great talent in CS. She usually plays official matches, but her unique hobby—a hobby of stun guns—stops her from reaching the single AK rank.

But she could somewhat understand her brother's obsession with forming his own team, because after all...

"My brother... values ​​that promise very much..."

......

Unlike the enthusiastic atmosphere on Han Tian's side, when this point ended, Zhao Qingcheng, on the far right of the players' bench, felt a moment of disorientation.

"It's over."

The sentence kept repeating in his mind.

The deafening cheers from the audience for their teammate Han Tian sounded jarring to Zhao Qingcheng.

Because he knew that none of the cheers from the hundreds of people in the audience belonged to him.

He didn't know when, but the incandescent light above his head became even more dazzling, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.

"Their eyes were on me for the first time, and I... messed everything up."

He looked down at the table, trying to keep the audience out of his sight, afraid that every audience member he looked at would have a mocking and sarcastic expression on their face.

"Whoosh—" At that moment, a nearby audience member whistled to attract the cameraman's attention.

The whistle was shrill, and even the soundproof room could hear it. Zhao Qingcheng suddenly shuddered, and his right hand, which was gripping the mouse, began to tremble uncontrollably. Several beads of sweat had already run down his back, and his face, which was covered with acne, began to turn pale.

"So this is what professional gamers face?"

It was only then that he, who had been so nonchalant in the online competition, realized that he was still just a child.

"well--"

Observing Zhao Qingcheng's expression, Du Sinian sighed slightly. He could tell that Zhao Qingcheng was completely overwhelmed by the pressure from the offline atmosphere.

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