CSGO: I Am the Buff Captain

C+ is just a fantasy before being blown to death by Fried Fish Brother

Author, you are wrong. This plot is so similar to the manuscript I wrote for two and a half years. How about this? You can update it to another 500,000 words and let me take a closer look to see if it is the same as my manuscript 😏

What kind of c+ can have such a dream😭😭😭

I looked at the introduction and table of contents and saw that the 5 C+ mentioned in this article were all realized through the system: donk, simple, niko, nice, and A-God, and then directly enter the top yy articles in the major? How is the writing style? Is it toxic?

It was fun to watch, but it really could have been more YY. The protagonist didn't reveal his identity anyway, he was just a rich second generation, and he played the game at his own expense, which was more reasonable. I am responsible for the training expenses of my teammates and so on. Looking at Tianlu vlog, it costs at least 3 million to go out for training. How can an ordinary family afford it? Then watching the offline game should be a bit more exciting, but it's still not very exciting. You can't block the protagonist and the others offline. I feel like there could be a little more reaction off the court.

You don't have to watch the game, the game relies on YY, it's really awesome.

When I saw the part about inviting my cousin to be the team leader, I found it boring. Personal evaluation: Food and grass are slightly poisonous.

One thing to say is that the author's game process is very smooth, not sloppy, and not like an assembly line. It has a bit of an atmosphere of watching the game with commentary. I have seen a lot of games start → lose/win → end. There is no commentary perspective and no audience perspective. Or in a competition, it's all from the protagonist's first-person perspective, and it's very stiff.

I thought NetEase was a buff, and I was wondering where the shopping guide came from.

After all, they are a group of real C+. Only with the help of the protagonist (the power of the system) can they have the opportunity to play professionally. According to the previous description, except for Li Xiang, there is a group of bad boys, which has already made their monthly salary from about 3k to 100,000. Why do they still have permanent buffs after leaving the team, and they will not even receive the occasional abstract debuff from teaming up with the protagonist. What do the people who stay get in this way? How many more champions? Many people don't pay attention to the performance of the team Green Leaf when watching the game. The Green Leaf of a strong team may retire and be less famous than the big brother of a weak team. They gave up several times their salary to stay for the sake of friendship and finally got the opportunity to be the Green Leaf for the protagonist? Would you like to reconsider my previous proposal to make the protagonist the czar of the CS world?

It turns out to be a buff. I thought it was a buff.

After the major competition, the strength of the other four can be improved, at least they are professional strength. Otherwise, I would go to another team and lose my 0.05 Rating. The protagonist's team can be used as a school to export talents. C comes in, career goes out.

Because there is a real comparison, it is really impossible to substitute, it is as magical as football

It's so fun to read, author, hurry up and update it. This is no better than Xiao Xuqiang from Goblin Coffee next door. His book is no different from his previous book, The Great Emperor. Even if Navi is changed to Little Bee, it's still fun to read CNCS. We don't even dare to think about it, so it can't become a reality.

When fans excitedly clicked on the ladder rank of this team member: c+ c+ c+ c+ c+ no rank! Let's look at the rating: all red, historical record: all red, ups and downs in wins and losses, c+ local! Everyone was stunned

Watch the big frog live broadcast, read the captain buff novel, hahaha, the joy of c+

Aren't you dual-player? What about the other one? What can I read about one chapter of this kind of article every day? Are you thinking of eating it all and becoming an eunuch?

Up points up points

Not to mention the previous plot, it is Brother C+'s fantasy before his death. The latter part is really unbearable, especially the competition. I was really poisoned in an instant. 1. Two million US dollars, which is about more than 14.3 Million yuan. Then the cost of the players' round trip, venue, residence, etc. (Even if there are only 10,000 people) will cost at least nearly 70 to 80 million yuan. In other words, just holding this cxg competition will cost at least nearly 100 million in phone calls. Even if there is sponsorship, it will only be around 50 million (this is still too much). The remaining money is spent by the club themselves. Doesn't the author know that Faze itself was a money-making website before CS was launched? People make money because they have their own careers, CS is just a part of them. And even if Faze makes money, its company's total assets are only about 150 million. You can just organize a competition. Faze bought it. Overall, it's too brainless. Be more realistic in your fantasies next time.

I thought this title was a buff. I changed my career to write a book about the changes in the CS accessories market in the past ten years.

Introduction: A glance at the street setting, who is too full to see teamwork?

Drive high and go low, and the updates are getting more and more stretched.

How can you sleep? Not updated yet

The road is long and far away, I will search up and down😁

If you play games, just play games. These latest pictures are really speechless. If there is no event to write about, I'll stop now.

"A boy from this world, a cruel dark corpse king appeared in the elf world. He sat on a luxurious toilet made of gold. He often robbed the elves on the way and asked them: Do you think I look like a human being? If the answer is yes, he will sit back on the toilet with satisfaction. If If you answer no, he will become furious and send out his minions to destroy everything. The beautiful elven world is suffering from a great crisis. Please sign a contract with us and become an invincible warrior to resist the Dark Corpse Emperor! " A cute blue bird-shaped elf in the subspace shouted. "I will give you love and tolerance!" A brown and green fat little elf said, blinking his mung bean eyes. "I will give you courage and strength!" A red elf with two horns on his head said, waving his cute little sword. "I will give you happiness and patience!" A purple elf said, swinging his crab hands and tentacles. "And I will give you wisdom and magic!" The cute blue bird-shaped elf stretched out his colorful wings and said. "Who do you want to choose for the contract?" "As a child, I can't tell. I want to try them one by one!" The bald boy said eagerly. As a result, the bald boy named Walkerma von Hindenstein gained unparalleled piety and power. His love was so strong that he claimed to be the spiritual descendant of the God-Emperor and a living saint. He even made up rumors that he was a descendant of the God-Emperor's illegitimate son... His courage was so strong that he would ride into the battlefield in a chariot, shouting spells while wielding a hammer to kill any dirty scum who dared to touch his luxurious carriage with dirty hands. His happiness is so simple. Apart from whipping himself every day, you don't know what he did to the statue of the God Emperor while hiding in his room... His wisdom is so outstanding. He reads ancient scrolls and scripture files in the Imperial Library every day, and from the treasure house of forbidden knowledge, he understands a great truth: justice will defeat evil, otherwise it will be defeated by evil. "After so many years, what is your choice?" The four elves asked in the dark. "Only children make choices, and I, the greatest gentleman in the empire, the invincible pastor, the light of civilization, the holy Archbishop Walkerma, want them all!" The bald middle-aged man stretched out his big hand and shook it tightly. As a result, his body turned into a skeleton, and he was forced to put on the Bone King's armor and the crown of witchcraft. He cut off his right hand and forcibly attached it to a bone melon. His body was repeatedly pierced inside and outside by the black tentacles ejected until it was completely wrapped. Became Nagash, the Corpse King. "What a greedy guy. I've run out of ideas. Let's find the next person to seduce." The four elves named Nurgle, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Tzeentch discussed this. "Young man from this world, a brutal dark corpse emperor has appeared in the elf world..." Before the cute blue bird-shaped elf finished speaking, the bard who was stopped said: "Lovely elf, have you heard of Cathay?" "Um..." The bird-shaped elf seemed to have a strange association, and replied tremblingly: "The medieval one?" "Exactly, I have a long narrative poem of 600,000 words. Please give me some time and listen to me in detail."

"I have played with guns on the throne of Khorne, drank soup at the cauldron of Nurgle, shared spoils in the house of Tzeentch, and sold songs in front of Slaanesh's bed! This is me, the founder of the empire! The slayer of orcs! The resister of demons, the emperor of mankind, Sigmar!" Sigmar introduced himself to the banquet with his warhammer, and by the way told all the guests how bad he was. "Fellow prophets, who can tell me the future destiny of the human empire! Can it suppress all races and be glorious forever?" The muscular man asked arrogantly. The prophet of Ulric the White Wolf came out first and said: "I see that the future of the empire will be filled with bald priests. They have scriptures in one hand and hammers in the other. They chant the name of Sigmar and brutally surround and suppress Ulric believers. After the civil war, the empire was destroyed." "Heresy! As a devout believer in Ulric, I don't believe your sowing discord!" Sigma was furious and smashed the White Wolf Prophet's head with a hammer. The Great Necromancer stood up again and said: "I saw countless warriors fighting with muskets and giant swords. Soldiers were cut down, priests were bewitched, and the empire was destroyed. Only the world of undead and bones will last forever." "Bastard! Humans will never accept a dead world!" Sigma smashed the bones of the Necromancer with another hammer. The rat prophet took a step forward, and the green crystal ball in his hand projected a picture of the bliss of the world: humans and rats coexist harmoniously, and the future will be prosperous; they provoke wars and sell military disasters, but criticize normal trade; they eat chicken and shoot each other in American style, but they are called They love life; their hands are full of blood, but they claim that they are the victims; they party together on the island, but claim to be human role models who take care of Luo Li... "This future seems pretty good. How can we realize it?" The big golden man asked humbly. "We lie, we cheat, we steal, and we have a course to teach these. With such continuous exploration and progress, the glory of the human empire will surely be realized." "What a wonderful future, I really want to see it with my own eyes." Sigma sighed happily. "Yes, when the empire is about to be destroyed and the last emperor, Karl Franz, dies in battle, you can be resurrected in his body and experience it all for yourself."

What's going on now? If you don't want to write, you can just cut it off. How about reading one page a day?

I wanted to watch it, but it was a little bit poisonous to play a major with a C segment.