“Potato, what’s the process for your aim training?”
In Dorm 302, Xu Kun spoke up and asked.
Mo Han, lying on his bed, shouted, “You’re planning to get addicted to aim training too? Don’t be stupid!”
Xu Kun rolled his eyes. “Bro, this is called having ambition!”
He was actually a little embarrassed. A few days ago, when he had watched Yang Yu practice his aim, he had occasionally teased him about going pro. In the end, he was now planning to walk the same path Yang Yu had taken—training his aim to get stronger.
It was somewhat hard to save face.
But there was nothing he could do.
In just these two weeks, after Yang Yu started aim training, he was like some genius boy who had suddenly achieved enlightenment.
He had gone straight from C+ to A rank.
And that was despite the fact that they’d had quite a lot of classes over these two weeks, leaving Yang Yu without that much time to grind points. Otherwise, they felt Yang Yu might have charged straight into S rank.
If someone like that got matched against them, they would definitely report him after the game, no matter what.
But the problem was—
They had watched Yang Yu train his aim bit by bit, and watched his strength constantly change.
It was honestly absurd!
And Yang Yu hadn’t had any so-called sudden enlightenment either. He had simply started working hard at aim training every day. That was all.
They all played CSGO. Once the initial happy Bizon phase passed, who didn’t want to become stronger?
“Wait until I finish these last dozen or so headshots.”
After Yang Yu said that, he continued controlling the character in his hands, taking all the remaining headshot kills in Deathmatch training.
With the appearance of the final headshot kill, the challenge mission changed from (14/30) to (15/30).
【Advance Points +342……】
Half of the advance price required for “B1T’s Headshot Talent” had already been paid.
Yang Yu once again obtained the Advance Points gained after paying today’s price.
However, Yang Yu’s thoughts had also changed recently.
As his level gradually rose, he increasingly felt the importance of fundamentals.
Next, even after he completed the price required for “B1T’s Headshot Talent,” he would still hit several hundred headshots in Deathmatch every day to maintain his feel.
After completing the mission, Yang Yu took off his headphones and replied, “My aim-training process is actually a bit special…”
“How special?”
“Basically, I just play TG Deathmatch every day. Once I get 500 headshots, I’m done.” Yang Yu shared his experience. “As for counter-strafing, pre-aiming, and that sort of thing, I practice them together in Deathmatch.”
“You don’t practice utility?” Xu Kun asked.
“I don’t have that much time to practice utility for now. I’ve only learned some of the most basic execute nades.”
Yang Yu was actually somewhat helpless too. There had been a lot of classes recently, and getting 500 Deathmatch headshots every day already took him quite a bit of time. There wasn’t that much time left for him to play ranked.
He understood very clearly the subtle influence fundamentals had in actual matches, but he was short on time recently. It was impossible for him to divide so many different things up and practice them one by one, so he could only go at it in broad strokes—learn the basics first, then slowly practice the rest later.
So he planned to first brute-force his way upward with pure aim. As for some trickier utility, he would study it specifically once he hit a bottleneck.
Or rather, once he completed the “B1T’s Headshot Talent” challenge mission, he could directly advance the utility level of a top-tier support player.
“I’ll go try it.” After Xu Kun said that, he returned to his computer.
Yang Yu seized the time and began today’s ranked grind.
Yang Yu rubbed his palms together, preparing for today’s slaughter.
Over the past half month, as he persisted in training every day, his fundamentals had slowly improved.
Now, with his passable counter-strafing, aiming, and pre-aiming, paired with the reaction speed of an eighteen-year-old and a terrifying headshot talent—
He could clearly feel that he was no longer a player who belonged in this bracket.
His match record explained everything. He had already achieved a terrifying ten-game win streak, and his Perfect World rating was an exaggerated 1.47.
B1T’s Headshot Talent was still gradually taking effect.
The current A bracket basically posed no pressure for him.
After waiting a few seconds at 【9/10】, the match finally showed as successful.
Map: Mirage
Yang Yu and the others spawned on the defending side this game.
“Brothers, anyone got mics?” At the start of the pistol round, Yang Yu took the initiative to greet them.
“Yeah, yeah, brother, we do.” At that moment, his teammate “User6323607” replied to Yang Yu in a voice that carried a unique, ingratiating charm.
Yang Yu raised an eyebrow. That voice reminded him of a certain major CSGO streamer. “Bro, your voice sounds a lot like a streamer I like!”
Inside a certain Fish platform’s livestream room No. 6657.
Wanjiqi, whose ID was User6323607, suppressed the delight in his heart and pretended to ask calmly, “Who?”
Immediately afterward, he muted his mic, already unable to stop himself from wanting to hum smugly.
The barrage in the livestream room also began to fly wildly.
【Wan-god is getting some serious clout now, even getting recognized in ranked】
【So this is our top GO-circle pork head? Too strong!】
【Obviously it’s Weiwei】
Wanjiqi waited expectantly for Yang Yu to continue, but Yang Yu made no further sound.
To avoid the awkwardness, Wanjiqi could only change the topic. “Let’s play 3-1-1 this round. I’ll solo B.”
This was a setup leaning toward the A site, and it was also the result of Wanjiqi’s confidence in his own strength.
In the past, he had at least been a semi-pro player in North America. Now, as his work focus had shifted, his skill had declined severely, but he was still a famous upper-level A+ predator.
Playing an A-bracket ranked game was still something he could handle with ease.
In his mind, he could already imagine the scene later: the opponents rushing B in one wave, and him holding a USP as he frantically took down three or four.
Wanjiqi wanted his little Wan cadet to confidently shout, “The streamer I like is Wanjiqi!” instead of, like now, hearing his voice and then not even continuing.
The round freeze time ended. Under Wanjiqi’s influence, the CTs put on a 3-1-1 setup.
Because his spawn was relatively close to B, Yang Yu took a half-armor USP and went into VIP to watch mid information.
Wanjiqi, meanwhile, came to B short alone.
As a player whose theory was basically maxed out, this round, he did not jump-spot from white van. Instead, he came to the B short position.
Although he was rather confident in his aim, if he stood in a more extreme position, that would still be looking down on people a little too much.
So Wanjiqi chose a relatively reasonable position—B short.
If the opponents really rushed B, even if he only got two, he could rely on the B short position to wait for his teammates to rotate back.
This positioning was as reasonable as device’s!
Thinking of this, Wanjiqi almost hummed out loud.
He held his USP and patiently aimed at B apartments, while also paying attention to the minimap and gathering information on the opponents.
At that instant, he heard the sound of utility being thrown from B apartments. He immediately called, “Lots of people B apps. I’m holding from B short!”
The terrorists inside B apartments instantly began moving.
Wanjiqi held his USP on the first window of B apartments. This position of his was very off-angle, and the opponents would not pre-aim it immediately.
Then he saw the first terrorist jump into his field of vision and directly rush out of his sightline.
A second terrorist walked out as well. He tried tapping twice but failed to hit the head.
The third terrorist sprinted past at full speed. He only had time to fire one shot before the opponent got through.
Wanjiqi immediately tried to chase after them, but he failed to swing out and see the terrorists in front. Instead, he missed the timing to hold the ones coming afterward.
The moment Yang Yu heard the callout, he began rotating back from market.
On the way back, he also paid attention to the kill feed in the upper right corner and the opponents’ positional information on the map.
Immediately afterward, he heard a string of callouts from User Bro: “I’m holding from B short… One went past! Two went past! Three went past! They all went past!!”
“Help me out!!”
At this moment, Yang Yu understood clearly in his heart.
This game was not going to be simple.
……