CS: I became Top 1 by grinding my skill level

Holding the curry he had picked up, Ike knew his opponent was low on health after throwing the grenade.

He chose to stride directly towards B, hoping to quickly eliminate the opponent and defuse the bomb.

"Ta-da!"

Shi Yang, who was already at low health, had been keeping an eye on Ike's footsteps. When he heard Ike approaching rapidly, he switched to his claw knife, spun around, and jumped to B connector.

He was just trying to save his life without thinking, because he knew that the CT was out of money and unlikely to use pliers, so he definitely wouldn't dare to actually dismantle it in ten seconds.

Seeing how slippery Shi Yang was, Ekko was conflicted for a moment. He went back to the bomb site and pretended to dismantle it, trying to trick Shi Yang from the T side into coming out for a gunfight.

“Ding Di—”

Ekko faked twice, but the opponent was like a turtle, determined to stay in its shell and not come out. With thirteen seconds left, Ekko had no choice but to fake one last time.

“Ding Di—”

But Shi Yang on the opposing T side seemed certain that Ekko wouldn't dare to actually demolish the B staircase, and there was no movement at all.

"Let's save the gun, we don't have pliers."

In the CT voice chat, Han Tian said calmly that he had been paying close attention to this game. The opposing player, Shi Yang, was playing very cleverly. In this extreme psychological battle, Ekko had no chance of winning.

Han Tian raised his head slightly and looked at Shi Yang in the opposite seat. Even in the face of this tense situation, his face did not show any expression.

"Looks like I've run into a high-level free agent this time." Without the help of [Bohe Premium Shrimp Oil], Han Tian knew he couldn't remain absolutely calm in this heart-pounding situation.

Since he sat down in the finals contestant's seat, he felt more clearly that the excitement of the scene, the dazzling spotlight shining on his head, and the thousands of eyes cast by the audience all caused a slight fluctuation in Han Tian's state of mind. Although Han Tian was not so shaken as Zhao Qingcheng was because of these external factors, he was more or less affected by the atmosphere.

Just now, thunderous cheers erupted from the stands, applauding their opponents—SD youth training—and celebrating Shi Yang's successful daring gamble.

"If only we could use [Bohe Premium Shrimp Oil] in the finals..." Realizing this thought, Han Tian instantly understood something was wrong; he had actually become dependent on shrimp oil.

He quickly adjusted his mindset and convinced himself with a simple reason: "If [Bohr Shrimp Oil] could be used in the finals, wouldn't Bohr Shrimp have already won the Boston Major?"

"Hoo—" After taking a few deep breaths and reflecting on his two lifetimes, Han Tian adjusted his mindset.

.....

Thirty minutes later, the other teammates' morale began to waver.

"Oh dear, this really doesn't work. The orange image looks too stiff!"

Looking at the score [11:4] in the score bar, Ma Xixi realized that the defending team had only scored four points, thanks to Han Tian winning two clutch rounds and Zhou Wanli's sniper kill streak.

"I had a feeling that everyone in the team actually knew how to play this map. Even I couldn't have guessed those old six players that Han Tian found."

"But it's useless if everyone on the team can play. You need to play with coordination and teamwork. If the defense is so stiff, then the offense..."

Mo gently brushed aside her side-swept bangs and picked up where Ma Xixi left off, grumbling as she spoke.

"But we can't be too harsh on them. After all, compared to the previous battle with the anime characters, their progress is quite obvious. At least they don't keep using fireworks for props anymore."

"Oh well, the second half is about to start, let's start the commentary first. I'll see if I can arrange a few practice matches for Orange and TyLoo after the game, their map pool is really too bad."

Looking at Han Tian, ​​who had a somewhat bitter expression on his face in the camera, he had been silently guarding the community alone throughout the entire game, and also had to clean up the mess after the game ended.

Even Master Mo felt a pang of pity. What a promising talent! Maybe I should go and recruit one of the veteran players from our team, Lao Deng Gong, to join our Tianlu team.

"Okay, the pistol round after the switch sides has begun..."

Having just finished a can of coffee, Ma Xixi stretched out her hand, struggled to climb onto the gaming chair, and hurriedly began another round of commentary.

"Hey! Actually, Orange's attack on B site was pretty good. He tried to use smoke to block the power box and catch the bomb site, but Ren Feiyu was too accurate!"

"USP instantly killed three Ts, and Han Tian, ​​who had been holding the back, had to go back to the front to help his teammates pick up the bomb."

"But SD's youth training team started with a heavy B, and the mid-lane replay team also rushed over, providing four firing lines."

"Han Tian and Zhou Wanli were powerless to turn the tide; Han Tian was shot in the head by Ren Feiyu on the spot."

"Huh?! What does Ren Feiyu mean by this? A little trick? They're already interacting??"

Ma Xixi frowned slightly. What grudge did Han Tian have against him? Weren't they just being interviewed together? And now, after the match, he's starting to criticize Han Tian like a corpse?

"Mr. Ma, actually, that interview looked..."

After all, he couldn't actively stir up trouble in front of so many live viewers, so Mo didn't finish his sentence. He just wanted to remind Ma Xixi that the two of them didn't seem to be getting along very well in their pre-match interviews.

Before Ren Feiyu stepped down, he glared at Han Tian. I bet something happened between the two of them behind the scenes. Didn't you even notice? Mr. Ma's insensitivity is incredible.

Mo shook his head slightly. He knew that Ren Feiyu was the kind of person who would cause trouble. When Tianlu was short of people, he had consulted him about whether to try to win over this genius sniper. However, Mo gave a negative opinion. He still felt that Danking's carefree personality would be more suitable for Tianlu. Moreover, he felt from the bottom of his heart that Danking was no worse than any sniper in the country.

In addition to other factors, TyLoo eventually promoted Danking from their youth academy to become the main team's sniper.

"You're beating a whole building like this? And you say you're not a bad team? Any random team I draft on the ladder would be better than yours, right?"

Ren Feiyu kept squatting and standing on Han Tian's corpse, firing his gun.

Actually, he had never heard of Han Tian before. Later, Shi Yang showed him Han Tian's highlights and he realized that there was such a promising player in this competition. But he didn't take it too seriously. He was just the leader of a weak team. No matter how good he was, he couldn't compare to him.

It wasn't until later, when he excitedly opened HLTV to see if his rating was significantly higher than the second-place finisher, that he was shocked to discover that he had actually become the second-place finisher! And the one who stepped over him and took the top spot in the tournament rating was—OG Orange-Han Tian.

Desperate, Ren Feiyu immediately dug up Orange's match records. When he saw Orange's team's opponents, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

"Henan University of Science and Technology, anime fans, what kind of trash teams are they fighting against? How can they get higher stats than me by beating up these lousy fodder??"

Ren Feiyu's dissatisfaction with Han Tian gradually began to accumulate. When they went on stage for an interview, Han Tian's fluent English made Ren Feiyu lose face in front of the beautiful host Xiangzi. This made the arrogant Ren Feiyu unable to tolerate it any longer.

Han Tian didn't expect that trouble would often come knocking on his door even if he didn't look for it.

Ren Feiyu tried to emulate his idol S1Mple in every way, even his personality, but ended up with a poor imitation, making his own bad personality well-known in the professional circle.