Lin Yao left.

I left the last sentence to say cheers.

The members of several teams were still in a daze.

The staff reminded them to start preparations.

at the same time.

Although separated by a wall.

But outside.

Suddenly there was an overwhelming sound of countdown.

"10."

"9."

"8."

"7."

"..."

The players' mood, which had just relaxed, immediately became tense again.

Because it's really... so loud.

And outside.

The audience didn't think so.

Seven o'clock is coming soon.

A countdown began to appear on the big screen and two small screens for watching the game.

Then the audience who didn’t know which direction it came from took the lead in counting down, and then all the audience started counting down together.

The overwhelming sound of the countdown, accompanied by the changing numbers on the screen, filled the atmosphere.

at last.

Countdown to 1 o'clock.

With the cheers of the audience.

All spotlights are turned off.

The screen goes dark.

The offline competition officially begins!

After the screen dims briefly, it slowly lights up and the picture reappears.

"...Rush B! Rush B! Listen to me."

A soft female voice sounded.

"Okay, listen to the boss." Another voice followed.

This is... a "Breakout" blast mode match?

The audience was stunned and then reacted.

But I'm still a little confused.

The game has started? So soon? It shouldn’t be? And there are no female players in the team.

And as you read on.

The audience gradually understood.

This is a...Linwood Studios competition.

Among the contestants is Lin Yao, the owner of Lin Mu Studio.

The entire game is not broadcast in its entirety, but some clips are intercepted and played, paired with conversations between the producers of Linmu Studio, which is quite interesting.

As for the competition process...how should I put it?

Lin Mu Studio makes games, okay.

When playing games, the evaluation of high emotional intelligence is average.

The evaluation of low emotional intelligence is... the dogs will shake their heads after seeing it.

It's really delicious.

All kinds of mistakes, all kinds of side shots, the game was messy, and most of the audience present played better than the producers of Linmu Studio.

During this period, an interesting thing happened.

Probably because he was anxious about losing, after losing again, a male voice suddenly said anxiously: "Qi...it seems I can't call you by your name, okay, Qi! Can you give me some help!"

"Holy crap! What's the difference between calling me by my name!?"

As soon as this conversation came out, the entire venue burst into laughter.

This is a joke that all "Breakout" players know, and it is also a joke that belongs to them.

The entire gymnasium was immediately filled with a happy atmosphere.

Mou Feng couldn't help but smile, but he felt it was quite strange. Why was Lin Mu Studio making fun of him?

Huge stadium.

Linmu Studio broadcasts the state of the producers playing games, which is embarrassing online.

Of course, the game was undoubtedly lost, and the loss was particularly miserable.

"...It's really too bad."

Finally, Lin Yao's voice sounded.

gave the final evaluation.

His teammates started to fight and blame him one after another.

"...It's really unprofessional."

Lin Yao sighed silently and left this sentence at the end.

Along with her sigh.

The screen slowly dims.

Immediately afterwards.

There was a sound of exhalation.

The music suddenly changed.

A loud high-pitched sound directly made the hearts of the audience who still had smiles on their faces suddenly shrink.

The screen lights up again.

A foot wearing leather boots appeared on the screen, and with the subtle sound of the soles rubbing against the sand and gravel on the ground, the camera slowly moved up, showing the heavily armed terrorists slowly walking through the dusty house.

The camera slowly moves with the terrorists.

Several corpses appear in the corner of the camera.

But the terrorist looked back at the body, but only once before walking over with his gun in hand.

Screen switching.

The counter-terrorist faced the installed improvised bomb in a dark room. The hand holding the pliers did not tremble at all, and he steadily reached out to one of the wires of the improvised bomb.

The red light of the homemade bomb began to flash, faintly illuminating the word 'police' on the chest of the Counter-Strike.

The music becomes passionate.

The picture suddenly changed.

"...There is no one at point A, so I will set it up and tear it down."

A calm voice sounded.

Sixteen advanced to eight, the picture of NO.1 facing the overseas team Spirit appeared.

The perspective is the NO.1 most famous player FFF.

He held the gun on the only way to point A and said calmly.

His teammates began to defuse the bomb.

The beep beep sound of the home-made bomb countdown combined with the drum beat of the music was like a reminder. The audience, who had been very happy just now, instantly felt their hearts rising.

But in this tense atmosphere.

Sudden.

boom.
To be continued...