A dota article that I have been looking for

I don’t know why you want dota.

Perhaps every DOTAer has a persistent purpose, insisting on playing crazy games, or insisting on playing one or two games by chance without stopping.

I am a person who will vomit after playing too many games.

You will always feel bored after playing a game too much, so my wow has never been touched since it reached 60. Therefore, my number of Dota games in a day is rarely more than 3.

There is a slogan across the group: Dota solves thousands of worries.

I said that all kinds of worries in life can’t be solved by Dota.

That group of leaders said that’s not true. Worry is a kind of fate, and solution is an attitude.

Suddenly I remembered the words in Xiao Zhen's "Junyong Knife": "Junyong" is a profound state of mind, a bit of ironic resistance to the inexplicable fate and inexplicable encounters.

So I think I have to play Dota non-stop.

Maybe you will forget it faster. Maybe I won’t think about it.

Perhaps, this is how the worry is solved.

Enter the game. Got a room, got back in the car, and waited for someone.

I suddenly want to talk.

Typing, is there anyone?

Yeah.

HOST responded.

I felt very depressed all of a sudden. I was bored.

Maybe I'm just bored. Schopenhauer said that the meaning of boredom is to clearly see the emptiness and worthlessness of existence.

For a long time, the host saw that I didn’t speak, so he couldn’t help but typed three more words, “What’s wrong?”

Sad.

Why are you sad?

I said nothing. Why am I sad? I started looking for the reason.

And HOST began to look for obscenity.

He said, broken in love?

Shakes his head.

Failed to chase girls?

Shakes his head.

Failed the course?

Shakes his head.

No job?

Shakes his head.

Being fucked?

......

He seemed to feel something was wrong, so he added, "Did you get stitches in your chrysanthemum?"

Shakes his head.

What happened?

The host is confused.

The guy on the 3rd floor suddenly started talking, and I was in a bad mood. Yesterday, I fell in love with my friend, and I didn’t know what to do.

The host suddenly realized it and asked me excitedly.

Did you let him fall in love with you?

5.4.3.2.1

Read pictures.

-ap

I think I am not a noob in Dota. But sometimes I think Dota is very noob.

I thought I was out of the random stage of losing in the first 14 seconds, and I always waited patiently for the opponent to finish picking.

But when it was his turn, he was in trouble.

With less faintness and less control, I will only choose Lao Niu.

With less meat and fewer groups, I would only choose big trees.

With less magic and less ganking, I would only choose Fairy Dragon.

With less dps in the later stage, I would only choose TB.

What a tragic choice.

Maybe you will get bored.

So I think things will change this time.

With less dizziness and less control, I will choose Sand King.

With less meat and fewer groups, I would choose Tide.

If there are fewer demons and fewer ganks, I will choose the queen.

If I want less dps in the later stage, I would choose PA.

One minute passed, but a very serious problem was discovered.

The four people in my family chose Sand King, Tide, Queen and PA respectively.

I blinked. Look at the natural disasters.

Ox head, big tree, fairy dragon and TB.

There is still one vacancy.

Just like me.

Like air.

Have you ever read martial arts novels? The legendary duel between masters is that if the enemy does not move, I will not move, and the second move will stop the first move.

So I have to wait.

Waiting for your choice.

I am more advanced than you.

This is a must.

He must be like me.

There must be a pair of sharp eyes in front of the computer over there.

Same as me.

The most deadly one awaits.

One last time.

So.

1 minute and 30 seconds.

None of us moved.

1 minute and 31 seconds.

None of us moved.

1 minute and 32 seconds.

None of us moved.

1 minute and 33 seconds.

None of us moved.

1 minute and 34 seconds.

None of us moved.

1 minute and 35 seconds.

None of us moved.

1 minute and 36 seconds.

None of us moved.

1 minute and 37 seconds.

None of us moved.

1 minute and 38 seconds.

None of us moved.

1 minute and 39 seconds.

None of us moved.

1 minute and 40 seconds.

I finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Hey, do you want to choose or not?

No one cares about me.

Hey, you can’t choose.

Ignore it.

Hey, you are really talking.

Hey, hey.

Hello.

He went to the toilet and turned it on.

Said the big tree opposite.

Do you feel like this sometimes? Some of the life you are looking forward to will always be wasted in your self-righteous dreams, and then give you a very disappointing blow.

Some things are always beautiful when you think about them, so in your taking for granted, you waste a reality that could have been very happy.

Feel good about yourself. Some things can be said politely.

If there is no need to be polite.

Okay.

Narcissist.

So I returned to the life of the RAN family back then, -random.

White cow.

Hey, white cow. said the queen.

Well, yes...random...I haven't used it for a long time, uh...I replied.

After a few seconds, the master who opened the big shot on the opposite side came back.

XX chose the dwarf musketeer.

Hey, a musket. The Queen spoke again.

No one cares about him anymore.

I pressed F12 and looked through the chat history.

xxx (Queen of Pain): Oh, what a big tree.

XX (Tree Spirit Guard):...

xxx (Queen of Pain): Hey, Sand King.

xx (Sand King): ....Yeah.

xxx (Queen of Pain): Oh, PA.

xxx (Queen of Pain): Oh, the tide.

xxx (Queen of Pain): Yo, PUCK.

xxx (Queen of Pain): Hey, old cow.

xxx (Queen of Pain): Yo, TB.

xxx (Queen of Pain): Oh, white cow.

xxxxxxx (Soul Breaker): Well, yes...random...I haven't used it for a long time...

xxx (Queen of Pain): Yo , musket.

Or everyone will feel special.

Or it may be normal for others.

Or, it’s because you care too much.

So when we receive ordinary actions, we can't help but think about its meaning.

But I don’t know.

I am just like them.

Not the slightest difference.

Sometimes too silly.

You are so stupid that you think you are smart.

So I lose myself again and again in stupidity or cleverness.

Becoming self-righteous.

Become.

Sentimental.

The Queen said she wanted to go solo.

PA said he wanted to go down the road.

The king said he wanted to kill someone.

Tide said you should come with me on the road.

So the wretched PA and I stood in front of the first tower in the bottom lane.

Soon I saw the big tree and the musket running down with the soldiers.

PA said I am so fragile, White Bull, you have to cover me. I nodded.

PA said I have no trees, White Cow, give me yours quickly. I nodded.

PA said that I always shoot the musket, but you can use the white cow to swing it. I nodded.

I clicked the mouse lightly. My white bull swung its butt towards the musket.

Come back. PA said again, come to deny it.

Oh.

Well, you are so good. This time it was PA who nodded.

I vaguely remember some countless past events.

Come, bring me the book.

Come and peel the orange for me.

Come on, give me your homework.

Come on, I'm too lazy to copy it. Please help me copy it.

Well, well, well.

Hehe, so good.

Girl... At that time, I stared blankly.

Huh?

It’s okay. I lowered my head again and tried to copy her homework neatly.

Next time you have to write it yourself.

Yeah, hehe.

The Queen is coming to kill Musket. Lots of exclamation marks.

PA's deceleration took action.

My white bull also started sprinting.

The queen flashed and screamed.

first blood.

The tree man's invisibility was not released in time.

Haha. The queen smiled.

Hehe. PA is happy.

I clicked on the base, and Bai Niu turned around and ran towards the hot spring.

Because the phone rang.

I have been hesitating about one thing.

When you are playing Dota, when you are concentrating on farming, when ganks are frequent, and when team battles are intense.

The bell rings.

My cell phone ringtone is a little loli, with a childish voice singing, if you sing a song, while you sing alone, I sing a song, sing alon-----

When playing Dota, I am always alone and the surroundings are quiet.

Then the singing sounded suddenly.

I think every DOTAer has experienced struggles.

To answer or not to answer.

If life is like a runaway, then my time in Dota was like a brief loss.

The forgotten memories, the forgotten sadness.

But there is something you can never forget.

You can't escape reality no matter what.

It might be your mother calling you home for dinner, it might be your friend asking you to go out for a drink, or it might be the girl you've been having an affair with for a long time who wants to chat with you.

I’m glad that I prefer reality, so I didn’t miss a lot.

But because I didn’t miss much, I found that I had to face more.

What you can’t face, you have to escape.

If you can’t escape, go to Dota.

Fall the tower.

This is how I read it.

Then, keep pouring.

This is also a cycle.

When Bainiu returned to the hot spring for the second time, he was already level 11.

The red dot flashes on the 2 towers in the bottom lane.

Sprint.

The white bull straightened up and walked faster and faster.

The concentrated little musket was completely unaware.

As I rushed down the high ground, I suddenly changed my mind.

Legendally, 10 muskets and 9 dishes.

Presumably he is no exception.

I consider myself a not-so-bad DOTAer, and I really don’t want to bully him.

Thinking of this, I canceled the raid.

Turn around and return to the center.

Don’t you think so? Sometimes, restraining one's desire to kill is also a state of mind.

But not everyone has such a state, and unfortunately, this state will not move anyone.

The Sand King is a typical example.

The Sand King emerged from the ground and pushed the dwarf up high.

The blood is yellow.

But a deep ravine appeared behind him. Five black shadows emerged from the woods on the side, a big tree, an old cow, an elf dragon and two TBs.

The scorpion’s tawny belly turned over immediately.

It turns out that life and death are often just a matter of thoughts.

It turns out that the result has never been predicted.

Actually, what I want to say is, too brave or too cowardly.

Neither is the reason.

Many things are out of control.

At that time I was thinking if there were eyes there.

Just if.

Just like, I used to always think about what if.

I didn’t tell the friend who betrayed me about this. Will she still be with me?

Tell me, what is the most important thing about DOTA?

The result is still the process.

If it were for the sake of process, there wouldn’t be so many MH, undefeated, T-people, and pull-out.

If it is for the result, for an indifferent, boring, meaningless result.

Okay tell me, what is DOTA.

Because no one can answer it.

So the tree is out of line, so the musket is out of line.

So the host wants rmk.

Tired.

No matter what, whether I become a super god or die as a super ghost.

Everything I do must have a purpose.

I asked the group leader.

Then what is my purpose in dota?

A boring pastime.

Didn’t you say that dota solves thousands of worries?

Yes.

What if I’m tired?

Have a rest.

Rest.

But I found that I couldn’t stop.

The host has been built again.

The same people, the same ID, the same team, just different muskets and trees.

Why dota?

I asked.

No one wants to talk to me anymore.

It was the host who was very nosy last time who kindly replied.

You are an idiot.

I guess I'm really an idiot.

Doing things that are more than what you call them, guarding the memories that are long gone.

5.4.3.2.1

-ap

xx chose the funny wizard

xx chose the troll warrior

xx randomly selected the Broodmother

xx randomly selected the Priestess of the Moon

xx chose the Dwarf Musketeer

Me What to choose?

What is the most powerful?

I remember someone once asked me.

I also remember asking this.

You choose the mountain king. His big super awesome.

So I also taught others.

You choose the mountain king. His big super awesome.

You choose the mountain king, you choose the mountain king.

Okay.

Although in the end I finally found out that this old man with a white beard was called Zeus.

Which one of us will win? The queen, who still picked the right one, asked me.

It’s up to you. I looked at PA. Just the old route is fine.

Yeah. PA nodded happily.

You have to help me suppress them.

Yeah.

You have to help me deny it.

Yeah.

You have to wrap the chick.

Yeah.

You need to cover your eyes.

Yeah.

You are so kind.

...

That’s great, ha, why don’t you give me a good guy card.

Actually, I do.

Why are you never angry?

I gave birth to it.

Then why are you never angry with me?

I have given birth too.

When, why don’t I remember.

Every time you don’t take good care of yourself.

Maybe you are right. Memories are often used to hurt yourself.

But sometimes small things like this will touch the most sensitive nerve of memory.

Although we are playing Dota non-stop, we try to forget those slight touches.

But will you remember your first time in Dota, or the person who taught you Dota?

Would you ever get lost in a small jungle and remember who told you where those wild monsters were hiding?

Would you be surprised to realize that things have changed, and the girl who once stood quietly by your side watching you dota has been replaced by a more silent mineral water.

Are you staring at the screen in a daze, thinking of a little finger pointing at the bounty and saying, "Look, he looks so ugly."

It's Spider and Fire Girl.

The two people stood there stupidly waiting for the soldiers.

Opposite them are Zeus and PA, who are even more stupid.

PA asked me, don’t we need to block troops?

Farewell, once the army line has passed, just go wild.

Yeah. PA circled the tower.

PA. I asked suddenly.

Huh?

Why do you want dota?

...He typed a long, long ellipsis.

Then the soldiers came over.

The golden light flashed, and I proudly announced that I had reached level 6.

I'm going to gank, so be careful on your own.

Don’t worry, don’t worry.

My little old man twisted his butt and got into the woods. I heard that female voice screaming in a high octave.

xx (Show Magician) killed xx (Phantom Assassin).

So saying that there is no one will really make you feel at ease.

So we always want to have everything in hand.

So we must always try our best to know, know, and know.

Often, after knowing the facts, you will find yourself even more hurt.

Zheng Banqiao said that it is rare to be confused to show his attitude towards dealing with people.

But living in this world.

Being confused is not a kind of happiness.

But why do people fall in love with getting to the bottom of things?

My Zeus is swimming, through the woods and across the river.

I really like when people add the word roam before gank. Wandering around, I can’t tell whether I’m swimming or walking. Go with the flow, or walk alone.

My apprentice asked me what a ganker is.

I told him that he was the one wandering around the world.

Why?

Because... because he does not belong to the top lane, bottom lane, or middle lane, he cannot be in the wild and cannot farm money. He has a good relationship with everyone, but he can't get along with anyone.

However, there is such a kind of person in the world.

Their character may just be gankers'.

In fact, gankers are very lonely.

A person floats through strange jungles like a wandering soul, sets foot on a land that does not belong to him, and faces the unknown road ahead and unclear shadows alone.

Maybe there will be a jugg that will chop you to death, or maybe luna will rush over and pour out twelve rays of moonlight.

The apprentice asked me again, what is the later stage?

Later stage?

I thought about it and I don’t know. What do you mean by the later stage?

In the later stage, it’s the void, it’s the troll, it’s the TB, it’s the ghost.

What about the pseudo-late stage? I continued to ask.

Like...Skeleton King, White Tiger, etc... The apprentice hesitated.

Oh. oh.

Actually, I don’t know what the so-called late stage is.

The development in the later period is a game, a game where the future is placed on others.

But where is our future?

Zeus, zoom in!

PA’s words woke me up from my meditation. W pressed it without hesitation.

No response.

The opponent played lol.

Hey, it’s too late. PA sighed.

It’s too late. Who told you to be in a daze?

If you are not in a daze...if you are more serious...if you type faster...

But there are so many ifs in the world.

This is really just bullshit.

I'm just making a metaphor.

Because everyone in this world pays attention to so many things, so many that we don’t even know what we care about.

If I was just a latecomer.

My life as a child was very lonely.

Life is very lonely when you grow up.

I only see endless wild areas and money farming.

All kinds of passers-by would pass by me, some nodding, some frowning, some shrugging.

Some will pull me up and run with me. Come on, someone is coming.

Hmm.

But I am Zeus.

Legend has it that he is the king of the universe.

Legend has it that he made a mistake.

Legend has it that he is still powerful.

Legend has it that he is a ganker.

No matter what the legend is, here he is the lonely little old man displayed on my screen.

A game of Dota is actually a calm pool of water.

Even though there are exciting pentakills, even though there are dazzling and confusing steps, the changes in the numbers in the upper right corner only represent the passage of time.

When it’s over, it lies quietly in the replays folder.

No one can change anything anymore.

Time moves forward, but it stays there.

I remember that very deeply. Have you seen "The Kite Runner"?

After the protagonist's father died, he wrote that time is moving forward, leaving his father here.

The outcome of this Dota game has nothing to do with victory or defeat.

I asked the group owner, what does winning or losing in Dota mean?

It means that when one family wins, it is very happy, and when one family loses, it is very unhappy.

In fact, it is easy to have fun.

For example, I pity Zeus for not leaving a single head in his ulti. Looking at the black-blooded troll running home across from him, he must be secretly feeling happy.

He said happily that I was so happy. Macon, who met the spider before he died, increased his health.

Even if you are happy.

Isn’t that what happiness says?

Cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, and Ultraman fights little monsters.

At that time, I was always thinking about a question foolishly.

For the fish eaten by the cat, the piece of meat eaten by the dog, and the little monster beaten by Ultraman.

Where is the happiness?

Have dinner with friends in the afternoon. He said we were two miserable men.

I said I was wrong and I don’t feel pain.

He said okay, one of us will suffer and the other will be happy.

Unfortunately, I am not happy either.

He shook his head, if you are not happy, then you will only have pain.

In fact, for many people, many of us, we are neither happy nor miserable.

All we have is a little sad.

Let me tell you a cold joke. Just one sentence.

More often, we are recalling the future.

Have you carefully read the stories of each hero in Dota?

Which one gave you more feelings?

Is it the little Naga who lost her lover, or the VS who was betrayed by her relatives.

Or who is a hero who has experienced something similar to yours.

Does anyone remember the story of Mask of the Void?

According to

he was once a member of the human race, but his past has been swallowed up by the deep darkness, and even he himself can no longer recall it. We only know that he was

thrown into a gap in space, and when he came back, he had mastered the ability to manipulate time. He can freeze time on his enemies, and he can also dodge attacks by briefly traveling back in time. He can tear apart the space-time structure around him, and no one in it - friend or foe - can move, except him of course. Rumor has it that he can instantly launch an attack on any enemy around him

but no one actually saw him approaching...

Unrecollectible memory.

What will it feel like.

Sometimes I look at something that seems familiar before, and I have an illusion in an instant.

Think of these.

In the third game, I decided to hand-pick Void.

Because for it, or for him, every Dota game is a process of chewing memories.

Although we all know that for him, that memory has long been extinguished and can no longer be seen.

But you always have to give yourself some hope and some assumptions.

Everyone is, no matter whether your memory is still displayed there.

But those bubbles can't stand being touched.

Mingming floats so high, shining brightly in the sun.

There was a snap and it broke.

When I was buying the clothing, Baihu and Butcher got into an argument. Both wanted to go solo and neither gave in to the other.

The prophet on the side looked at them and asked if they were bothered. Let’s roll who is the winner.

xx rolled 68 points. (1-100)

xxx rolled 86 points. (1-100)

The butcher smiled. Shaking his fat body, he walked towards the road.

Come on Void, follow me to the middle. The prophet spoke.

I ignored him and walked on my own. A bunch of crazy exclamation points were pointed at me.

Actually, I am a very easy-going person, sometimes even I think so.

But it’s easy-going and easy-going. Isn’t it said that good people are bullied?

It’s just character. My friend summed it up this way.

The butcher scolded me a few times on the public *** channel.

Excuse me. I ignore you.

I suddenly missed the host from the last two games, even though he was a bitch, even though he also ordered food.

I also suddenly missed that PA, who was so cute and silly, no matter if he was pretending or not.

Such a chance encounter, such a close acquaintance, will give rise to a little bit of subtle emotion.

Besides, those figures from the back are still displayed deep in the memory.

I am the void.

This world leaves me with infinite emptiness.

Because the butcher was really angry.

He said you have a J8 face, right? Then forget about your solo.

So he and the Prophet ran to the middle.

The white tiger in the bottom lane laughed for a while and jumped away after the centaur.

The void on the single floor.

The emptiness of being alone.

That's it.

Across from me are watermen and sven.

I didn’t dare to go up and hit him, so I just kept spinning around.

The golden light keeps flashing, I am at level 5.

While he was busy adding skills, he suddenly walked into Sven's field of vision.

Looking at the flying hammer, w didn’t even have time to press w.

Then the splash of flowing liquid shattered my dream of upgrading. Although he jumped towards the tower very hard, the cold voice of First Blood still knocked down the swinging big blue man.

Can you do it? How dare you show off your j8 face when you are such a good person? It seemed like the butcher was really upset with me.

The prophet said that for j8 face, you should come to the middle.

I don’t. I don't. I don't believe it.

Why are you so stubborn? The prophet was a little dissatisfied.

Yes, why am I so stubborn?

Always holding on to those things that should be let go, and then keep making excuses.

However, there are obviously no excuses for so many things.

Until you are tired, until you can’t walk anymore, until you are so dead that you become an ATM.

Then what are you still insisting on? Believe?

Belief is a scoundrel.

But when you want to cry, it is the only one that can pat your head and tell you, don’t be afraid.

So you will continue to persist.

Lifting up his immature face, he showed his firmness to the nothingness in front of him.

I asked myself this question over and over again.

Why don’t you let go?

Later.

I walked back to the upper road, still looking at the waterman and Sven from a distance.

The waterman's butt swayed back and forth, and Sven's ax swung back and forth.

I asked the group leader, how can I suppress it online?

He said, endless pressure.

Pressure?

Yeah. Pressure you until you can't breathe, press you until you can't help yourself, press you until you are helpless, press you until you sigh endlessly.

What are you sighing for?

Sigh...sigh the things you cannot do.

I quietly lit a cigarette, leaned on the sofa and blew circles toward the ceiling. The red-blooded void swayed on the way home.

The things I can’t do.

Right now, I can’t go jungle because I don’t have any equipment. Can't buy equipment because I don't have money. I can't make money because of... those terrible pressures.

The butcher is still laughing, and the prophet is still admonishing me to give up.

And I can’t give up.

Do you feel this way about many things? It's obvious that it can be put down and it can be clearly seen.

But you just don’t want to.

The pressure you put on yourself.

Obviously.

It’s not that I can’t let go, but that I don’t want to let go.

It’s not that I don’t want to let go, but that I’m afraid.

Afraid that once you put it down, you will never, ever pick it up again.

I am afraid that once I let it go, I will never remember it again.

So when I asked myself, why I just refused to let go.

Later, I still persisted.

Bi Yuan 02:45:04

There are some things that I will really stick to. I used to feel very tired and uncomfortable. I have figured it out in the past few days, and I will not change what I have decided. No matter what, I will stick to it.

.... 02:47:35

Haha.

.... 02:47:40

I was thinking about it today

.... 02:48:12

Maybe I will really be with you in the future

Once upon a time, that conversation strengthened my strength to wait foolishly.

Later I felt that the memories were really beautiful.

If, it is worth remembering.

There are many things to recall.

For example, my favorite hero has always been White Bull.

At that time I thought I would use it for the rest of my life.

So I used it before I went abroad, I used it when I came to this strange city to face AI, I used it when I went to GGC for the first time, and I still used it when I returned to China during the holidays to talk to my friends. In use.

Until one day, I suddenly discovered that there are actually more than 80 other heroes in Dota.

Until one day, I suddenly felt that Niu Niu was helpless after c and then e.

Did you know I can see the white bull sprinting? My friend said to me proudly.

In fact, nothing is truly eternal.

The only thing that remains unchanged is itself.

I remember writing essays when I was in the third grade of junior high school.

Graduation emotions permeated the class.

At that time, the sadness felt so eternal. I wrote down those everlasting feelings.

The teacher asked me to stand up and read. As I read, "heng" remained unchanged.

The teacher made a mistake, it was "gen".

Eternal and unchanged.

The memory is still fresh.

However, when my former classmate said the name of another classmate yesterday, I was stunned and tried hard to search for the vague smiling face.

Oh oh oh...answered randomly.

Is it time that dries up memories, or do we erase our sincerity.

But even though there are so many things worth thinking about, all we have to face is reality.

The void of being unable to get up is the cruelest reality.

The enthusiastic prophet finally couldn't bear it anymore, the very tolerant Sagittarius finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the very peaceful Yuenv finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Void, your real legs.

Kong Kong, can you do it? We have protected you for a long time.

Can Void play?

He can play 3C. The butcher smiled.

Then the sound of the butcher’s double kill came.

Big waste. The butcher sneered and walked past me, shaking his fat body, and burned to death a man and horse that I had been hammering for a long time.

In the later stage, don’t you have to be patient?

In the later stage, don’t you have to focus?

Don’t you have to work hard in the later stage?

But how can you prove it to me in this world?

I gritted my teeth to support, I couldn’t turn my eyes away, and I gave it my all.

Why is it still just getting ridiculed?

Looking blankly at the departing figure.

There is no fairness in this world.

A lot of people told me that.

But I always have to maintain a balance.

The cruel thing is that often, when you sadly find that you are no longer able to make that unwilling cry.

When I looked around, I saw so many people who were as mute as you.

Can’t you even taste tragedy alone?

The two full-screen families each cursed their own void and ghosts.

Two people who were annihilated.

Everyone is silent.

Never met.

So what is called fairness in the world.

Even when you are sad, there will be many sad people.

Look at this sad world together.

But so much time has passed.

I still haven't found the answer I'm looking for.

The melancholy still permeates the air, but the purpose of dota is not clear.

The group leader suddenly M'd me, are you here to blackmail me?

Yeah.

Since the answer cannot be found in the pub, I will go to the black shop to find it.

The group leader began to make plans.

XX, you should choose a blue-collar worker, so be careful.

XX If you want a strong gank, go roam at level 3.

xx If you choose a nanny, you know what you want to do.

The group leader decided to choose Ghost himself, saying that you have to have four guarantees and one to allow for last hits, so that the last tower can kill people.

What about me? I asked.

You, the group leader thought about it for a while, you don’t need a lot of meat, so choose a big tree or something.

It’s so good to open black.

Every Dota game is a brand new world, with unfamiliar opponents and even unfamiliar teammates.

If your teammates are not so strange after all, you will feel very happy.

The world turns out to be not alone.

It is only the soul that is lonely.

In a complete stranger, every bit of familiarity can bring infinite proximity.

But what about after getting close?

We were from the same city.

So we can be very close.

I still remember that moment clearly.

The bald teacher asked, where are you from in China?

Shanxi, Taiyuan.

After finishing speaking, the boy next to you opened his eyes in surprise.

The infinite possibilities of encounters allow us to open a black shop in the inexplicable Dota.

We must work hard together. Still remember.

Yes, yes.

So I have been working hard to keep us in this strange black shop

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