[E-sports, group portraits, cool articles, daily life]
"Deep Blue is in need of supporters. Food and accommodation are included."
Su Xiaoci looked at the words "food and accommodation included" and replied with one word: "Okay."
She thought this was the end of her career. A wet nurse that no one wants, goes to a team that no one wants, they take each other in and make do.
Only when she arrived at Deep Blue did she realize that this place was smaller than the restroom of her former team. But that's not the point. The focus is on her teammates.
Teammate No. 1: Silent Dad.
ID frost. Sniper. Not talking, not socializing, not responding. Su Xiaoci said ten sentences to him, and he replied one word. But every shot hits the opposite side where it hurts the most.
Teammate No. 2: Daddy.
ID dawn. Forward. If you rush in, you will die. If you die, you will shout "Milk me". Su Xiaoci said, "I can't breastfeed you if you die." He said, "Then don't let me die."
Teammate No. 3: Computer repair dad.
ID Iron Curtain. Tank. Always adjusting the mouse, always expressionless, always saying "okay". But he is the most stable shield in the league. With him in front, Su Xiaoci doesn't have to be afraid.
Teammate No. 4: Alien Dad.
ID echo. Command. He talked less than Silent Dad, but Su Xiaoci couldn't understand what was drawn on the tactical board, nor could the other person understand him.
Su Xiaoci collapsed.
She thought she was there to be a support person, but found out she was a nanny. These four "fathers" are each more difficult to serve than the last - those who are silent are silent, those who rush forward rush forward, those who adjust the mouse adjust the mouse, and those who write heavenly books write heavenly books.
She is alone and needs four breasts.
