CS: I became Top 1 by grinding my skill level

"Ahhh!! He's in the smoke in the secret passage!! That damn old bastard!!!!"

CS player TuTu was so scared he almost overturned his gaming chair. He got ambushed and killed again, every single game by that bastard Han Tian! "Damn it! Why don't you go head-to-head with my teammate?!"

"[T zero killed CT maya with an AK47]"

Don't get me wrong, this time it was another backdoor steal. After killing CT TuTuGe, HanTian switched to his knife and sped back to the front of the terrorist spawn point through the secret passage, just in time to catch CT Maya entering A door.

CT Beihai, who was following behind, really didn't know what to do. His position was too awkward. If he went into A gate, he might be killed by Han Tian. If he retreated to the middle lane, he might also be killed.

For a moment, he stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"Slap slap—"

Han Tian pulled out his Glock pistol from the bandit's house and fired several shots into the air, deliberately provoking Bei Hai.

"Damn you little bastard!!" Beihai saw that there were only two of them left on his side, and the other CT was still at point B. He was now isolated and helpless at the terrorist's mouth.

Enraged, his eyes widened in fury. He didn't care about anything else; he could lose this round, but Han Tian, ​​that fly in the prison, had to die!

Beihai, gun in hand, quietly circled around from the bandit's entrance to their home, only to find...

"Slap slap—"

Glock's voice came from the middle lane; Han Tian was circling around him.

"Damn it!" Bei Hai suppressed his anger and quietly circled back from the bandit's house to the bandit's mouth. He just wanted to swat Han Tian, ​​this fly, and didn't care about anything else.

"Slap slap—"

Han Tian pulled the trigger on the Glock once again in the secret passage.

"You little brat, are you ever going to shut up...?"

"Pfft—"

"[T long kills CT beihai with an M9 bayonet]"

Looking at the M9 bayonet-butcher in his hand, covered in scarlet spots, and the corpse of Beihai on the ground, Zhang Zhen was momentarily stunned.

When Han Tian killed the first CT to enter A gate, he had already moved from A main towards this side. Afterwards, Han Tian told him to wait in the voice chat, saying that he would give him a chance to kill Bei Hai and take revenge.

I never expected it to be a "hand-killed" act.

Zhang Zhen was even a little at a loss for words for a moment, as he was an extremely introverted person who was not good at expressing himself.

A year ago, after being falsely accused of cheating by Beihai for the first time, his first thought was not to fight back, but to take the initiative to prove his innocence to Beihai. To express his sincerity, he even privately sent his ID card, student card and household registration book to Beihai.

Perhaps it was because of his impoverished background and the education he received from a young age that taught him to compromise, or perhaps it was because his years of student mentality made him easily trust others. He only hoped that Beihai could give him 500 yuan for travel expenses and an opportunity to prove himself offline.

Why would Beihai give such a person a chance to live? All he wants is to provide his fans with a suitable target for hatred, to attack and vent their frustrations.

He, on the other hand, stands on the moral high ground, enjoying the worship of his fans.

But it seems that in this circle, such young people are entitled to be easily exploited and drained dry by people like Beihai, turning them into a major contributor to the rise of top livestreamers, into tens of thousands of "+1" followers, into boxes of expensive cigarettes, into...

"Beihai has turned into braised pig's head, look!"

Han Tian nudged Zhang Zhen, pulling him out of his reverie.

Zhang Zhen followed Han Tian's finger and looked towards the opposite players' seats.

On the Dragon Roar team's bench, Bei Hai, who had been stabbed, had a flushed face, bulging veins on his neck, and his knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned white.

"Thump!" The monitor on the table flew through the air and then fell back down. A punch with astonishing force slammed into the table, and the web of his right hand visibly swelled up.

"It's those two again..."

First, he was led around like a dog by Han Tian in the secret passage, and then he was stabbed in the back by Zhang Zhen. Bei Hai's anger had reached its peak.

"Hahahaha..."

In the audience, thanks to the director's replay, everyone could clearly see how Beihai was outmaneuvered by Han Tian and then struck hard by Zhang Zhen from behind.

Immediately, the atmosphere was filled with joy; no one had ever seen such a comical scene in a stadium before.

"Buzz—"

The laughter of hundreds of people coalesced into a huge wave of sound, causing the soundproof room to tremble slightly.

"Ha ha ha ha......."

Perhaps it was because of Han Tian's actions, or perhaps it was Bei Hai's comical, red-faced demeanor, or perhaps something else entirely...

For the first time, Zhang Zhen, who was usually quiet and reserved, laughed so loudly and so cheerfully. "Cough cough—" He coughed softly, and a tear welled up in the corner of his eye.

Even Ike, who was at the farthest point, couldn't sit still and kept turning his head up and down to look in this direction. It turns out that Zhang Zhen's stoic face can actually smile.

"He's an honest man, and he doesn't talk much. Sometimes I even forget that he's just a teenager," Du Sinian couldn't help but sigh.

“Ding Di—”

The countdown is about to end in a few seconds, and this minute is about to begin.

"You said it, we'd shut them out!"

With a slight smile in his eyes, Zhang Zhen actually extended a fist towards Han Tian.

"A guy who bullies an honest person deserves to get zero."

"Clatter—"

The two boys' fists collided heavily.

........

"Hahaha! Is this a competition or a circus? Why are they bringing monkeys along?"

When Ma Xixi saw what had just happened, she burst out laughing like a pig. It was too insulting. Given Bei Hai's hot temper, he must have lost his mind by now.

"Could Long Xiao really have been shut out by Han Tian and his team?"

"Beihai is going to get a lot of flak for this. The prodigy they defeated got shut out in an offline match?"

"Oh my!"

As a neutral streamer, Ma Xixi's eyes now seem rather gloating. By now, most discerning people have realized that Chengzi is on the side of justice.

As for Beihai, if someone sends him two rockets (a virtual gift), he can immediately classify any suspected demo sent to him as a cheater.

Even Ren Feiyu's demos before his debut were exposed by him in a video, but after Ren Feiyu joined SD's youth training program, SD's manager Su Dong personally came to find him, and he slunk away and deleted the video.

He's the type who smiles obsequiously when he encounters a tough opponent, but ruthlessly crushes a pushover like Zhang Zhen.

"They've been feeding off too much black traffic, and now they're in a bind."

"But to be honest, this is really embarrassing for retired veterans."

Ma Xixi has never agreed with Beihai's approach. As a streamer with such a large following, Beihai has the power to determine life and death with a single glance, yet he uses this as a way to generate traffic and market himself.

He believes that the act of appraising and displaying artifacts should not be used as a means to attract attention, nor should it be monopolized by a few individuals, and those who appraise and display artifacts should not abuse their power.

"Sigh~"

Ma Xixi sighed, saying that to put it bluntly, it was the domestic Perfect World and 5E platforms that were not doing their job. If they could provide a channel for players to prove themselves offline, like the European FACEIT platform, would tragedies like Zhang Zhen's still happen?

"Let's watch the game, friends."

A series of heavy thoughts caused Ma Xixi's mood to change, and even her tone became somewhat somber.

"Oh? This round is the same as the first three rounds? No! The first four rounds?"

"By the way, how many games has Orange played on point A in a row?"

He seemed to have noticed that Du Sinian's tactics in these few rounds hadn't changed much; he was always attacking point A.

"This tactic...it seems...I've seen it somewhere before?"

Masisi was lost in memories.