The next morning, Ye Qing happily rushed to the downstairs of the IceCream club with the bag that looked like a hungry dog ​​belly. He looked up at the old building in front of him, and could not be connected with the high-end office building he imagined.

A professional team is actually hidden in this old building, and it’s too miserable! But it may also be that the boss is relatively low-key, abandoning high-end office buildings, hiding his achievements and fame. He walked into the old building and found the location of the IceCream club on the second floor. The sign of this club surprised Ye Qing again. There were no flashing neon lights, no grand plaques, and no flying calligraphy. There were only a piece of white paper on the mottled door wall with a crooked line of brush words written on it: IC Club Headquarters. Ye Qing couldn’t help but sigh, this is too ridiculous, right?

The club's door was a wooden door with severe paint removal, and there was a statue of the God of Wealth with some years on it. It didn't look like the headquarters of a club, but it looked more like a house. Ye Qing knocked on the door, but I wonder if it was too hard, but the yellow paint on the door fell off one after another, as if it was snowing.

The door opened, and Huang Qiusheng's vulgar face appeared behind the door. Ye Qing looked inside curiously and found that the light inside was very dark and quiet, like the legendary pyramid scheme den. He couldn't help but be alert and looked at Huang Qiusheng and said, "Is this the headquarters of the professional team?"

Huang Qiusheng scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Yes, it's indeed a little bit simpler, but the team's economic situation is not good recently. When you achieve results in the future, the team will move to the office building when they have money. At that time, everyone can take the elevator upstairs, sit in the spacious and bright training room to play CF, and sit on the sofa in the lounge to have coffee."

Ye Qing was not interested in the bright future blueprint drawn by Huang Qiusheng, which only made him feel even more like a pyramid scheme den. How could Huang Qiusheng look like an old liar? He hesitated for a moment and said, "Call out the professional player who fought with me yesterday and I'll take a look?"

Seeing his suspicion, Huang Qiusheng had to sigh, then turned around and drag IC-bye out. IC-bye stood at the door helplessly, then looked at Ye Qing in surprise and said, "Is this guy really going to join our team?"

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at Huang Qiusheng with a very disappointed expression and said, "Old Huang, you know the situation of our team, but there is no extra money to support idle people. What's the use of asking this guy to join our team? It's a waste of money!!"

"Damn, you have to believe in my vision. I am a professional scout. This is the first potential player I have ever found since my debut. You are not allowed to look down on him!" Huang Qiusheng said with some dissatisfaction.

"Tsk! Lao Huang, you will regret it!" IC-bye turned around and left. Huang Qiusheng smiled awkwardly at Ye Qing and said, "Don't mind, that kid is like that. If you want to get his respect, you must be better than him! Come in first, I'll take you to visit."

Ye Qing then believed that this place similar to the pyramid scheme den is really the headquarters of the IC club. It is impossible for him to find a CF master who can completely defeat him in the pyramid scheme den, right? He followed Huang Qiusheng into it, and there was a long and narrow corridor inside. The corridor lights were probably broken, so it looked very dim.

Huang Qiusheng took Ye Qing and turned right into a not-so-spacious room. The room was in a mess. From the door, six or seven computers were placed in sequence against the wall. Yishui's Samsung LCD monitor looked a bit like a small workshop black Internet cafe.

There were five people in the room who were playing CF, and IC-bye was among them. He didn't even bother to look at Ye Qing. There was also an office desk in a corner, with scattered documents piled up. A middle-aged man was sitting behind the desk and flipping through an e-sports weekly.

Huang Qiusheng clapped his hands and successfully attracted everyone's attention. He smiled and pulled Ye Qing in front of him, saying, "This is a machine gunner who has just joined our team and will become a substitute for the team. I hope everyone will take care of him."

After saying that, he said to Ye Qing: "You introduce yourself, I forgot your name!" Ye Qing nodded, and then said generously: "My name is Ye Qing, I'm very happy to know everyone." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone withdrew their eyes and continued to call CF.

Ye Qing was a little embarrassed. These teammates didn't seem to welcome him. He also felt a little out of place and felt at a loss. Huang Qiusheng hurriedly pulled him out of the room and comforted him: "These guys are like this, they like to bully their lives. It's better to get familiar with each other after a while. This room is our team's training room. I'll take you to see the lounge and then meet the boss of our team, which is the boss who has always sponsored us."

After the two of them went to see the extremely simple lounge, Huang Qiusheng took Ye Qing into the innermost room. This room was much spacious than the lounge and training room. It was probably the master bedroom of this three-bedroom house. There was also a wooden sign hanging at the door, which read the general manager's room. I don't know who wrote it in red paint. It looked extremely shabby. Ye Qing couldn't help but want to laugh when he looked at the wooden sign.

There is a black desk in the general manager's room, and there is a huge bookshelves behind the desk, which are full of books, but they are all new, as if no one has ever touched them. A middle-aged man sat on the boss's chair holding a thermos cup to drink a few sips of tea. Seeing Huang Qiusheng and Ye Qing walking in, the middle-aged man hurriedly put the thermos cup in his hand, showing a warm smile, and said, "Are the new team member here?"

Huang Qiusheng nodded with a smile and pulled Ye Qing to the desk, just like the madam introducing the new top girl, saying, "It's him, how do you see?"

"Not bad! A very energetic young man. Do it well!" the middle-aged man encouraged. Ye Qing nodded quickly and neither humble nor arrogantly. Huang Qiusheng said again: "Ye Qing, this is Mr. Wu. We will train hard in the future and strive to become the main force as soon as possible. Don't let Mr. Wu down."

The middle-aged man smiled, acted like a general manager, waved his hand, and said, "Old Huang, I still believe in your vision. Okay, you can take him to sign a contract and then go to training. If you have any questions, ask Coach Zhang. The CFPL TV league will begin next month, come on, everyone!"

The two walked out of the general manager's office, Huang Qiusheng took out a contract from his bag, and then arranged Ye Qing to the lounge to sign the contract. Ye Qing sat on the chair and read the contract carefully. After all, it was the first job in his life, and it still needed to be cautious. It was precisely because this was his first job that he had no experience in signing the contract. He just read the terms and nothing was not bad for him. After reading it, he found that there was less condition on the contract, which was five insurances and one fund.

"Didn't you agree that there are five insurances and one fund? Why didn't you write it on the contract?" Ye Qing immediately raised his own question.

Huang Qiusheng smiled and said, "That doesn't need to be written on the contract, I will tell you directly. Five insurances and one fund are thrilling, dangerous, risky, risky, and adventure. There is no insurance. One fund refers to three meal subsidy."

"Damn! Are you mistaken? There are still thrills, dangers, risks, risks and adventures! And didn't you say there are free lunch boxes? Why are there three meal subsidies?" Ye Qing said speechlessly. He felt a strong sense of being deceived.

"When playing CF games, you may encounter strong opponents. Don't you feel very thrilling when you narrowly defeat your opponent? The danger is because professional players have the danger of sudden death and blindness in computers for a long time. As for the risks, if the team's performance is too poor, you will face the risk of unemployment at any time. Choosing to be a professional player is a risk in itself. No one knows what your future will be. You need to explore yourself! The lunch box is indeed free, and the meal supplement is extra, and it will be paid to you in your salary." Huang Qiusheng said with a cunning look.

"This can explain clearly! I finally understand why Mr. Wu trusts you so much! Why do I feel like I'm on a pirate ship?" Ye Qing said speechlessly.

"Yes, you're on the pirate ship. Tell you, the computers in our training room were all stolen!"

"Really or not?"

"Fake it! Do you sign this contract or not? If you don't sign it, go out here. There is a tricycle left downstairs, and you will be sent to the talent market for five yuan. I will give you another word by the way. I'm willing to accept the loss of a real man. If you lose, you will be a bad person!"

"You... you actually put the blame on me when I was hungry and cold and my economy was in a desperate situation. I gave me such a precious contract. What else can I do besides thanking you for your eight generations of ancestors? Okay, I'll sign it!" Ye Qing picked up the pen and signed his name quickly. There was no way, and he was about to pay the rent, and he was almost out of money to have a meal, so he had to sign this contract.

Huang Qiusheng put away the contract and arranged Ye Qing to train at the innermost computer in the training room with a vulgar smile, and then asked the coach for instructions. The coach walked behind Ye Qing and said in a cold tone: "You go in and play a handful of desert ash first, and then tell you what to train."

Ye Qing was unwilling to do so. Yesterday, Huang Qiusheng asked him to beat Desert Ash, just to look at his strength. Today, the coach asked him to beat Desert Ash, just to look at his strength. After being abused by IC-bye yesterday, he had no confidence and thought that if he couldn't beat him well, wouldn't he be ridiculed again?

He was determined to leave at worst. Anyway, he couldn't find a sense of belonging in this team, and his teammates were very cold to him. After entering the game, he chose a desert gray room, rushed around with AK, killing people from the enemy camp crying and calling for their parents. After all, he was the AK gun god in Julong Internet Cafe. If he didn't have the confidence to fight passers-by, he would not lose his standards.

The coach originally had no expectations for Ye Qing's strength, but when he saw Ye Qing's AK rushing sharply, he couldn't help but lit up. Then he smiled and said, "No, I have the potential, I can train it. Okay, you quit, I'll tell you how to improve your AK shooting skills."

Ye Qing immediately stepped out of the game. He knew that his performance had been recognized by the coach. He had always thought that his marksmanship was already very good, but after fighting with IC-bye, he realized that his marksmanship still had a lot of room for improvement, so he became interested when he heard the coach say that there was a way to improve his marksmanship.

"Coach, tell me quickly how to improve AK's marksmanship. I have been playing AK for a long time, and the marksmanship has been stagnant!" Ye Qing said anxiously.

"You have been playing AK for a long time? Have you studied the ballistics of AK47? Have you ever tested the gun?" the coach asked very kindly.

Ye Qing was stunned for a moment and said, "I haven't studied it...what does it mean to test a gun?"

"If you want to understand a gun, you must first understand its ballistics. The so-called ballistics refer to the orbits fired by a bullet. Testing a gun is to test the ballistics of a gun. Only by mastering the ballistics can you shoot more accurately. Get up and I will demonstrate it to you." The coach explained to Ye Qing very patiently.

Ye Qing felt a sudden realization. The professional team was different. Why had he never thought about these before? He immediately stood up from his position, the coach sat down and entered a room with very few people. Then he used AK47 to sweep bullets on the wall in the base. He pointed to the computer screen and said to Ye Qing: "Did you see, the trajectory formed by those bullet holes is the ballistic of AK47. What do you think it looks like?"

Ye Qing looked at the screen and said hesitantly: "Like an Arabic numeral 7?"

"That's right! Did you see anything from this ballistic trajectory?" the coach asked with a smile. Ye Qing thought for a while, then shook her head and said, "I didn't see anything..."

"It's okay, you can read it again!" The coach changed the magazine and swept out a 7-shaped track. Ye Qing seemed to understand it and hurriedly said: "The ballistics are from the bottom to the top, and finally there is a horizontal track!"

"Smart!" the coach praised very happily, and then continued: "When you press the gun and shoot, if you can accurately grasp the horizontal trajectory of the ballistic, then how easy it is to say that the headshot is to be shot!"

"Yes! Why didn't I expect it?" Ye Qing slapped his thigh happily, and the horizontal ballistic was directly positioned on the enemy's head. A few people on the other side could explode several people if they were together. Judging from the trajectory on the wall, the horizontal row of bullet holes was very straight and there was no deviation. As long as your hands were not shaking, the horizontal row of people could be swept to death.

"This is called the 7-shaped gun-pressure strafing method, which was invented by a very powerful AK machine gunner. I just saw your AK gun-shooting method, and most of the time I used the point-shooting method to kill the opponent, but in fact, the AK47's gun-pressure strafing is also very lethal, you can practice it. You can also use the same method to shoot on the wall and see the ballistic trajectory, which will help improve the accuracy of your point-shooting." After saying that, the coach patted Ye Qing on the shoulder and then returned to the back of the desk.

Ye Qing felt that he had benefited a lot after listening to the coach's words, so he immediately began to practice gun-pressing and shooting, and also studied the ballistics of the starting point shooting. When he was fighting CF in Julong Internet Cafe, he relied on his own touch to fight, and had never studied the ballistics of AK47. Now he knew that there was so much knowledge to play a gun well.
Chapter completed!