socalfunplaces Chapter 5 Perfect A
Chapter 5 Perfect A
Thursday, 10:00 AM.
Having slept through four sleep cycles, Bai Dao naturally opened his eyes five minutes before the alarm clock rang.
With anticipation in his heart, he was unwilling to sleep in.
I can't sleep at all.
He rolled out of bed and glanced at the bed opposite.
The snoring was deafening.
I guess this guy just went to sleep after staying up all night cultivating immortality.
Bai Dao quietly finished washing up, changed into a pair of running shoes, and went out the door.
Talent alone is not enough to become a professional player.
Look at those active professional players on the field...
The muscular blameF, NiKo who can smash a table with a single punch, and even the double master's degree-holding cousin...
Which one of them doesn't exercise regularly?
In high-intensity offline best-of-three and best-of-five matches, in the end, it all comes down to physical strength and focus!
This is also why Niko's professional career was able to continue until he was 31 years old.
Besides, you still have to run on campus, right?
In October, Hangzhou is bathed in sunshine and a gentle breeze is just right.
Bai ran five kilometers around the track.
This mere five kilometers almost took the life of this seasoned male college student.
He was breathing heavily, like a broken bellows.
"The physical fitness of college students is worse than that of dogs..."
However, when he put his hands on his knees and caught a glimpse of the female and female students in yoga pants or a sea of white skin in the middle of the track, he suddenly felt that all that breathing was worth it.
Being young is wonderful!
……
I took a hot shower and then went to the cafeteria to show off two baskets of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings).
At 11 o'clock, Bai Dao sat in front of the computer, feeling refreshed, and opened the shooting practice map.
He hadn't fully studied the achievement system by yesterday, and planned to use the next two and a half days to get an S rank before Monday.
"I hope to unlock the achievement by reaching an S rank."
Bai Dao silently prayed in his heart.
If the defense doesn't pass, then it's the Demon King level; then it's the platform that's number one!
He was full of enthusiasm.
Of course, a systematic warm-up is necessary before heading to the ladder for a fierce battle.
He learned this from watching a red-haired, long-necked news anchor.
A good warm-up can quickly get you into the zone and allow you to unleash more of your potential in actual combat.
However, he could hardly do it in his previous life, so he only managed to persist for a while at the beginning.
I was already exhausted when I got home, and I really didn't want to open my shooting suit again to warm up by playing against bots.
aim_botz
The original CS2 modified version of aim_bot.
After closing the three walls, Bai Dao picked up the AK47 and started with basic single-shot emergency stop positioning.
Aim, stop abruptly, headshot.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The crisp sounds of headshots echoed in a continuous line.
Ten minutes later, I started practicing recoil control for the first eight shots.
Bai Dao is well aware of his shortcomings.
His aiming accuracy might exceed the current A-level range, but his recoil control is truly lacking.
In his past life, he had adjusted the sensitivity many times, tried various grip styles, and changed the resolution repeatedly, but he still couldn't get the recoil control right!
In addition, the ballistics are slightly different in the initial version and later versions of CS2.
Not to mention the familiarity with the ballistics of the B1T, the feeling of being one with the gun, and the inexplicable feeling of always hitting the target no matter how you press the trigger.
At medium to long range, it often takes eight bullets to kill a single bot.
The bot was killed in four shots, meaning he missed at least half of his bullets.
A true professional gamer absolutely cannot have such a weakness with an extremely low margin for error!
"Again!"
Bai Dao stared intently at the screen, his left hand abruptly stopping, while his right hand pressed down on the mouse.
Da da da da...
Suddenly, Bai Dao felt that the surrounding sounds had become distant.
The hum of the computer case fan and the occasional bird calls from outside the window seemed to be shut out by a layer of transparent glass.
The entire world was reduced to the green crosshair in the center of the screen and the Bot's head!
As the bullets fired, the muzzle flashes and the trails of light as the bullets streaked through the air became slow and clear in his eyes.
Bai Dao felt a slight burning sensation in his hands. Donk's talent for coordinating his left and right hands was perfectly integrated with the flow state at this moment!
The upper arm, wrist, and fingers exert force in a coordinated and natural manner.
Long-range strafing!
Da da da da...
The bullets were as if they were bound together by invisible threads, and they were precisely inserted into the bot's chest!
Each bot was completely dissolved in the four 762s.
Not a single shot missed!
After maintaining this state for about seven or eight minutes, a commotion broke out outside.
It was lunchtime, and students were gradually returning to their dormitories.
Only then did Bai Dao emerge from this mysterious and enigmatic state.
He let out a long breath.
Again!
Flow!
He also entered a state of flow while practicing shooting last night, but it didn't last long before it was disrupted by Chen Zihao's passionate call-out.
Even so, he found it incredibly enjoyable.
This time, the experience lasted longer, and he could clearly feel that after these few minutes of intense training, his muscle memory for the AK ballistics had improved by a whole level!
"If only there were a control panel to fix this feeling in terms of proficiency, that would be great." Bai Dao greedily licked his lips.
The cruelest thing about esports is the fluctuation of performance.
One day you're on fire like a god, the next you're cold like a dog—even pro players can't avoid this.
What about the USP firing 12 shots from behind, or the Desert Eagle firing 3 shots from behind...?
These are all very common.
He is now looking forward to the daily rewards from treasure chests and achievements, hoping to find similar talents.
As long as the system exists, nothing is impossible.
Since CS2 has just been released and the pre-aiming map hasn't been updated yet, the white side hasn't practiced pre-aiming.
Warm-up complete.
"Begin the hunt."
Bai Dao decisively pressed the match button.
……
"Since entropy increase is inevitable, and everything will eventually perish, what is the meaning of existence?"
Having just won a match, Bai Dao was about to take a sip of water when a profound and empty statement suddenly drifted from behind him.
He didn't even need to look away; he knew exactly what the other person had done.
"Put your pants on before you talk, jailer."
Bai Dao turned around and mocked:
"Stop contemplating universal truths during your post-coital meditation. Put away your ramblings and get out of bed to experience the real world."
Stab it!
Chen Zihao pulled open the fully enclosed blackout bed curtains.
Before we knew it, the clock had struck 5:30 p.m.
Day and night reversed, a typical American lifestyle!
The dark red afterglow of the setting sun shone weakly through the glass sliding doors of the balcony onto the yellowed floor tiles of the dormitory.
When I woke up, the dormitory was dimly lit, while outside, the lights of thousands of homes were already on.
This feeling of loneliness, as if abandoned by the whole world, instantly shattered Chen Zihao's fragile male defenses.
Sorrow welled up within me.
It's just so emo!
But when he looked away and saw the computer screen clearly, he almost burst into tears.
"Dude, you skipped it?!"
Chen Zihao screamed.
Did I sleep until the weekend?
All he remembered was that after Bai Dao went to sleep, he played solo queue until eight in the morning.
Not only did he fail to break through to B+, but he also suffered a series of defeats, one good result and ten bad ones.
He forcefully vomited back all the food that Bai Dao had given him last night, including the principal and interest!
Back to C+!
By the end, even the hand holding the mouse was shaking. He couldn't take it anymore and fainted with tears in his eyes.
But what about the white path?
They went straight for A!
What does this mean?
This means they have a point difference.
This means they have undergone plasmolysis!
There's no chance left to rank up with the White Path again!
At this moment, Chen Zihao fell into deep self-doubt.
He recalled his disastrous performance last night, and then the reason for his sudden enlightenment about the special Kobe beef genes...
A strong feeling of nausea suddenly welled up inside me.
"vomit……"
Bai Dao initially thought Chen Zihao's sudden dry heaving was due to something bad he ate last night.
After making the other person a cup of hot water and saying a few comforting words, I returned to my seat and stretched.
He has now caught up with the highest level he reached in his previous life, which he had to grind for three thousand hours straight.
But to be fair, the quality of this perfect A-level skill is far inferior to that of the later stages of the previous life.
Tactics? Items? Default?
Absolutely not!
The main focus is on a natural, dry-fried style.
Especially with the recent update to CS2 and the introduction of Subtick, the dry pulls have been greatly rewarded.
And coincidentally, the white man who possesses the talent of using both hands in a donk is the patriarch of the dry ramen world!
This undoubtedly proves the saying: below S rank, your marksmanship is sufficient.
At this moment, CS didn't have the trigger discipline of later generations.
Bullets are like youth itself, never running out.
It was so satisfying to beat up the legitimate authorities!
After this afternoon of slaughter, Bai Dao's self-assessment of his strength has been elevated to a new level.
However, even after being promoted to A, no achievement rewards were triggered along the way.
Bai Dao was not disappointed either.
Listening to my random teammates' exclamations of "Brother, you're awesome!" over and over in my headphones...
Feeling this young body, 20 years old, not broken by life...
Everything is steadily progressing toward the highest throne of Major.
Bai Dao took a deep breath, feeling that even the air smelled sweet.
Drop drop drop.
Just then, Bai Dao's phone suddenly rang.
Bai Dao looked down.
【Bai Jiangyue】