67 (ii)

                                    

                                          
Huo Shi was almost hit, struggling to fend off the attacks.
At that moment, Lin Yi, who had been lying in the grass, fired two shots, taking out the third enemy.
Everything happened in an instant, and Lin Yi's shots turned the tide of the battle.
Without a doubt, they won the match.
Huo Shi, suddenly saved, exhaled sharply, his heart pounding heavily.
The MVP message appeared on the screen.
Huo Shi turned to look at Lin Yi beside him.
At that moment, Lin Yi had switched to a new piece of gum and continued chewing lazily, sitting nonchalantly as if he hadn't just executed a swift kill.
It was an extreme contrast.
Huo Shi was deeply impressed.
He couldn't quite understand where this contrast came from, but it was undoubtedly captivating.
Pausing for a moment, Huo Shi looked at Lin Yi sincerely and said, "Sis-in-law, your gaming skills are excellent."
Not only excellent, but arguably the best among amateur players he had ever seen.
Moreover, Lin Yi had a remarkable trait: he always acted at the perfect moment.
Just like in the final moments, he had saved him in the nick of time.
Players like Lin Yi made teammates feel secure, knowing they could rely on him.
Lin Yi raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Since I'm your teammate, I can't hold you back, can I?"
Huo Shi looked at Lin Yi and smiled, then asked, "Sis-in-law, another round?"
Since retiring, he hadn't felt this kind of seamless teamwork in a long time-it was exhilarating.
Lin Yi replied casually, "Sure, let's go."
Soon, the two started a new game.
In the end, they played four or five rounds before taking a temporary break.
Lin Yi released the mouse and keyboard, sitting back in his chair and stretching widely.
Huo Shi still had an excited look on his face; it was clear that those few rounds had been very satisfying for him.
However, he subconsciously rubbed his right wrist with his left hand.
As he moved, his sleeve slid up, revealing the white bandage around his wrist.
It was obvious that Huo Shi's right wrist was starting to hurt again.
After several rounds, the strain on his wrist was so great that it was even trembling slightly.
Lin Yi caught this out of the corner of his eye and turned to look at Huo Shi's wrist. "Are you okay?"
Huo Shi lowered his eyes and shook his head. "I'm fine."
Lin Yi wasn't convinced. "Really?"
For professional e-sports players like Huo Shi, wrist injuries were common.
Moreover, he often saw Huo Shi's wrist wrapped in bandages or covered with patches, which didn't look like nothing was wrong.
At this moment, Huo Shi said, "Anyway, I don't play in competitions anymore, so who needs this hand?"
Lin Yi: "..."
What kind of nonsense is this kid talking?
Just give up a hand like that?!