PUBG Mobile's strongest profession eats chicken

Chapter 71 DPI and Mouse Sensitivity
After helping Zhang Xue assemble the computer, replace the mouse and keys, and chat with the water friends, the two went to bed early.

In the early morning of the next day, Qin Fan got up just after Dongfang showed his whites. After a simple wash, he went out for routine exercise. He had to do three sports every morning.

One is endurance running, the other is forearm endurance training, and the other is reaction speed training.

Half of the operations of FPS games are completed by the mouse, but it is not an easy task to control the mouse to the extreme. He is not a genius. He does not have the reaction speed and steady hands of a genius, so he can only rely on acquired practice.

He doesn't know if other professional players have the same habit as him, he only knows that these trainings are useful to him, that's enough.

Most importantly, a professional player's career life is too short, he needs a good body to prolong this time, so daily exercise is essential.

"Good morning." Qin Fan came back sweating profusely, and saw that Zhang Xue had also washed up and prepared breakfast.

"Do you have to train every morning?" Zhang Xue was surprised. She thought Qin Fan was hot for 3 minutes before, but she didn't expect to see him go out to exercise again.

"Of course, exercise can delay aging. A lazy person like you must age faster than me." 'Qin Yimao' venomous tongue showed his nature, and he hit him mercilessly.

Zhang Xue curled her lips, and said indifferently: "Looking at your old-fashioned appearance, I don't know who will age faster. Skin care products are my favorite."

Qin Fan touched his old face silently, and shook his head helplessly. He was already very old when he was a teenager, and his family education and status dictated it, so no wonder he was there.

After breakfast, Zhang Xue used the new computer to start the training task assigned to him by Qin Fan.

"This mouse feels good, but the sensitivity is too low." Zhang Xue looked at the extremely slow cursor on the huge screen with disgust.

"I adjusted the mouse DPI to 1600, which is not low for FPS games. You have to get used to this sensitivity." Qin Fan sat beside her and watched Zhang Xue's clumsy operation.

'It looks so esoteric...what is DPI? 'The bullet screen floated by, and he asked weakly, which immediately attracted ridicule from knowledgeable gamers.

'You don't even understand DPI, what kind of FPS game do you still play. '

'Wow, it's a cute new one. '

Qin Fan said with a smile: "DPI is a unit of measurement, which refers to pixels per inch, which is the scanning accuracy. With the same sensitivity and the same physical moving distance, the higher the DPI, the longer the moving distance of the cursor, and vice versa."

'Although I didn't understand it, I felt very powerful. '

'It turns out that it has something to do with sensitivity, so I raised my posture. '

'So there are so many newbies?Am I the only one who understands?Hey, the master is lonely. '

'Upstairs shut up, as long as you can. '

'Upstairs Poster, the appraisal is complete. '

'Catch two Tieba guys alive. '

……

The water friends started talking to each other, Zhang Xue shrugged helplessly, secretly thinking that these water friends really can't count on them, they can only listen to 'Qin Yimao'.

Zhang Xue was familiar with mouse control on AIM, while Qin Fan taught her how to practice. With Qin Fan's guidance, the bullet screens on the screen became less, and they all took out their small notebooks to remember the key points.

'This is real teaching. '

'Professional player's teaching, although I am a reserve professional player, but it is also worthy of my bragging, hahaha. '

'I feel that I am only one coach away from being number one in the national server. '

"Wrist tricks? What kind of competitive games did you play before?" Qin Fan couldn't help asking, noticing that Zhang Xue had been operating with her wrist.

"Happy and happy." Zhang Xuexiu frowned slightly, staring at the light spots on the screen with full concentration.

Qin Fan was really speechless to this stupid woman, how could Happy Xiaoxiaole be considered a competitive game: "I mean computer games, competitive games."

Zhang Xue stroked her white chin, thought for a while, and said, "Does Contra count?"

Qin Fan: "..."

(End of this chapter)