In the male-dominated e-sports jungle, her gun is the only law. Xia Shi huddled in the corner of the smoky Internet cafe, controlling the unpopular sniper Nightingale with flying fingers. When a bullet penetrated the heads of three people and turned the tables, hot searches exploded and a bloodbath of thorns and roses broke out in the Korean server. It also shocked the top domestic powerhouse Star Team.
A monthly salary of three thousand, a substitute for the substitute. The manager handed over the contract. Father roared in his ears: Summer time! If you dare to leave, never come back! The day she stepped into the base, she was ridiculed like a knife - A woman plays a professional role? Just wait until you cry! His old enemy Shen Che smashed his keyboard. Hand speed test, now. Captain Jiang Lin's voice was bone-chilling, and his trembling right hand was hidden behind his back. The gunshot sounded in the World Championship finals, and fate showed its fangs: Jiang Lin suffered a torn hand and fell off the altar, and the audience suddenly raised a blood-stained light sign - Xia Shi, shoot! Father's roar penetrated the sky. The wind and snow roared on the virtual battlefield, and the enemy's trump card taunted on the public screen: Surrender, the roses should be put in the vase. Xia Shi pulled the trigger, and the bullet shattered the starry sky: See clearly, my thorns were born on the throne.
