[Conflict Bomb] "The delivery boy is not worthy of being a professional!" On the night I lost the resurrection match, my super skills were ridiculed by the coach as "the hand speed I learned from delivering food." The next day, I took off my team uniform and put on my yellow vest, but I was blocked by my former teammates at the entrance of the base: "Hey, are you really delivering food? Come on, this game can't move me, I've complained three times about bad reviews." I smiled and accepted the order - but I didn't expect that the delivery address was actually the S-Games finals venue. The opponent's ban list was stuffed in the lunch box of the furious top laner. [Ability hint] No one knows that I can "hear" the flow of game data. The tactical voice coming from the earphones is a visual waveform in my ears; the opponent's positioning habits will automatically mark the optimal solution like a takeaway route. When everyone thought I was delivering food, I was using the spare keyboard and mouse in the takeout box to conduct a remote review of the professional youth training team on the way to deliver the food. [Cool preview] "In the fifth game, the deliveryman will play for you - reverse version teaching." When the whole league was making formulas, I took out the unpopular heroes. In the close-up of the director, my fingers flying like an afterimage while wearing a delivery helmet. The barrage went crazy: "This move, this prediction... Is the championship trophy in his lunch box?" During the post-match interview, the host asked tremblingly: "Excuse me for your takeout order... Can you order a three-in-a-row?"
