Push open room 37.

What I saw inside was a black computer desk with a screen, mouse and keyboard placed on it. The entire cubicle was not very big, only about four people wide, but the length of the cubicle could just accommodate one person.

Lying down. There is a small shelf next to the cubicle, with unopened potato tarts and instant noodles on it. There is also an... airplane cup.

Um~.

This store is quite user-friendly.

The computer screen glowed with a faint white light, covering the black grid with a layer of white halo. A dialog box appeared on the screen, requiring the owner to swipe his ID card before he could use it.

Beihara picked up his ID card and swiped it lightly at the card reader next to him, but his eyes still couldn't help but glance at the airplane cup, but then he controlled his eyes and looked back. Well! He is a serious person. Serious person

Who would use that thing?

After opening CS:GO, Kitahara felt that he should give himself a "nickname" that felt like a master. Yes, just like the current number one name - "[]". It looks a bit low-key, but there is a hint of understatement in it.

A touch of domineering, a bit of disdain in the domineering, a bit of mystery in the disdain, and a hint of unruliness in the mystery.

Just want that feeling.

After thinking hard for a few minutes, as if searching through all the vocabulary in his mind, Kitahara seemed to have suddenly received inspiration, and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and it was that name!

"Operator No. 37," Kitahara typed out his nickname in CS:GO with a serious look on his face, and then clicked to enter the dedicated room for the competition.

Um!

The more ordinary a nickname is, the more expert it looks.

After entering the competition room, the interface was a bit beyond Kitahara's expectation. In addition to the normal game interface, there was also a barrage function. That is, the players could see the barrages sent by the audience at any time. Below the game interface, there were a large number of spectators.

Most of the comments were praising the player named "[]", and from time to time there were electronic flowers dedicated to that player.

The game map is very simple. It is composed of snowy aisles. The snowy aisles are connected to each other to form a "field" shape. Players can be reborn anywhere on this map. After being killed, they can be resurrected in five seconds.

At the end, the total number of kills is counted, and the one with the highest number of kills wins.

During the game, gunshots continued to sound, and most people used AK or M4 rifles to kill left and right. The hail of gunfire and bullets continued to explode in the small map, pouring like a waterfall.

The entire map is very small, and you can encounter 4 or 5 enemies at the same time almost in one place. Basically, they are medium and close firefights. Because of this, most players choose to use automatic rifles. However, "[

]" but chose to use a long-distance sniper rifle, which shows how special it is.

This guy is a bit confident. The corners of Beihara's mouth raised slightly.

At this time, the entire northern part of the map has almost been dominated by "[]". No one dares to go to the north. As long as they show their head, they will immediately snipe and kill. Most players are crowded in the south. At this time, "

[]"'s number of kills is already 56, while the second place has only 32.

Looking at the crowded southern part of the map, Kitahara thought about it. Instead of choosing an automatic rifle according to common sense, he chose a shotgun.

The moment he clicked the mouse and was reborn on the map, Kitahara's eyes suddenly opened, and his whole temperament seemed to switch in an instant, becoming extremely fierce. However, he saw Kitahara's hand pressing the mouse, turning his wrist lightly, and the mouse suddenly

On the mat, a beautiful arc was drawn, and along with the arc, there were intensive mouse sounds.

The mouse sound was short and rapid, like a barrage of cannon fire.

The internal spring seems to have stretched to the limit, so that it can barely keep up with the hand speed of this mouse.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

But I saw the shotgun in the game moving quickly and exploding with sparks. In an instant, the words "Operator No. 37" had five kills with the shotgun appeared in the upper right corner.

At this moment, Kitahara felt as if he had gone back to participating in an e-sports competition in college in his previous life. Standing on the stage with flashing lights, facing the crazy shouts of the audience and fans, it was an experience that he would never be able to experience again after graduating and going to work.

I feel it. Barrage! Get ready for the barrage to worship me.

After the five kills, dozens of barrages suddenly flew out.

"Heh. Here comes another newbie who doesn't overestimate his abilities."

"Shotguns fire too slowly. They can only be beaten by automatic rifles. This person doesn't know how to choose a gun."

"The pentakill is just good luck."

"He'll know he's going to be tortured soon."

"On the surface it seems better to use shotguns when there are more people, but in fact you still have to use automatic rifles."

"Really. Such a novice will only occupy the room's quota. Please exit quickly."

Hmm...it seems a little different from what I expected. The corner of Kitahara's mouth twitched slightly. It's okay, it always takes time to conquer the audience. Kitahara gently pressed the mouse again, and several beautiful arcs appeared.

The mouse pad crossed. A burst of fire suddenly exploded in the game on the screen.

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Another cubicle.

The same black computer table, the same computer screen, the same mouse and mouse pad. There are several eaten lunch boxes on the table. Wooden disposable chopsticks and plastic spoons are piled randomly, and the potato chip bags have also been dismantled.

When it opened, some crumbs of potato chips fell on the table, making the whole table look messy.

The instant noodles on the shelf have also been disassembled. There is still soup inside, and the fork is floating on the soup noodles, but the noodles inside have long disappeared.

At the same time, there is an adult toy for women next to it. The plastic packaging has been opened, and there are still some traces of use on it.

But I saw a girl with jet black hair sitting in front of the computer desktop. She looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, and her skin was unusually white. It was not the normal kind of white, but almost bloodless, as if she had been staying at home for a long time.

The kind of white color caused by internal organs. Her facial features are exquisite, but the lack of blood color makes her look like a doll.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The girl was wearing unfitting wide sleeves and a jacket, with some bloodshot eyes. Although there was a fierce gun battle on the screen, the look on her face

The expression was relaxed and casual, as if the opponent was wiped out with a raise of her hand. However, she saw that the game character on the screen was using an AWP sniper rifle, and her nickname was "[]".

Next to it, the ID card on the card reader shows, "Name: Rumi Sakagami..."

Sakagami yawned and continued to operate the mouse with his right hand. Tonight's arena match might just pass in a boring way.

Suddenly, lines of text appeared in the upper right corner of the screen, showing that a person named "Operator No. 37" killed five people with a shotgun.

However, this wonderful operation did not seem to win the favor of the audience, and the barrage instead launched a round of ridicule.

Seeing this operation, Sakagami's eyes widened slightly. It seems that an interesting person has arrived. This person's nickname is "Operator No. 37". This name does not seem to be eye-catching, because the name of this Internet cafe

The default nickname is "XXX owner".

However, there is nothing unique about it, which is exactly what makes this name unique. Sakagami's long-term game intuition seems to have captured something.

This name seems a bit low-key, but there is a hint of domineering in the low-key, a bit of disdain in the domineering, a bit of mystery in the disdain, and a hint of uninhibitedness in the mystery.

And this guy actually used a shotgun!

I use a long-range sniper rifle.

One is long and the other is short, complementing each other.
Chapter completed!