"Still amazing, Emperor's Jace has given us a show of slaughter! Now with twenty-four minutes of game time, Jace's kills have reached seven, and he is about to be super awesome!"
The young man in front of the screen pumped his fist hard and couldn't help but cheer.
"Fuck, light!"
Similar to him, there are other people in this Internet cafe,
Internet cafes, filled with the smell of cigarette smoke, are supposed to be places where filth and evil spread.
But at this moment, whether it is a social worker who is scolded by his boss on weekdays and gets up at six or seven in the morning to go out and take the bus to work, or a student who studies hard in school, or a small vendor who works early in the morning and stays late every day.
They have only one identity, League of Legends gamers.
They are also living people who laugh for victory and worry about failure.
This is the true joy of eSports.
It doesn't change because of your social status, or what kind of person you are.
At this moment, they are all gamers, nothing more.
Seeing the Internet cafe filled with excitement, the young man excitedly started bragging to his companions.
"Have you seen it, Haozi? Damn it, Brother Guang's Jace is really invincible!"
"Kenan in the previous one, Jace in this one!"
"Oh my God, why is Brother Guang so handsome!"
Bai Jiahao stared at the screen closely.
There is Xu Ruoguang's handsome and serious face.
He raised his head and looked at the people in the Internet cafe.
The usually sad-faced young man was smiling heartily, and anyone could see his joy.
The breakfast shop uncle who wakes up early and stays late every day is smoking a cigarette and waving his fists excitedly.
Fa Xiao, who reads very seriously every morning and ranks among the top three in age, is also so happy at this moment.
This smile is more genuine than the time he received the bonus.
"E-sports...professional players?"
Bai Jiahao has heard too many comments about the despondency of playing games.
However, at this moment, looking at the smiles of these people, he was a little confused.
Is e-sports something that brings happiness to people, or is it a disaster that makes people lose their spirits?
Bai Jiahao doesn't quite understand.
However, faintly, an inexplicable impulse sprouted in his heart.
He held his shoulder and said seriously to Faxiao who turned his head in confusion.
"I, I also want to play professionally."
He was a little jerky at first, but became more determined as time went on.
"I want to become a professional player like him."
He knows exactly what he's talking about.
But, he really longs for that stage.
Fa Xiao's eyes were a little surprised, but also a little unexpected.
"Tch, I also want to be a professional player. If I can help my brother Guang fight, it will be really worth it in this life."
He waved his hand,
"It's a pity. To play professionally, you have to be the king at least, right? And you have to be in the first district."
"Otherwise, you have to go to the Korean server and become the Korean server king."
"Haozi, are you okay?"
Bai Jiahao didn't say much, he just smiled honestly.
"It might work?"
………
A few years later, when the host asked him, what is your favorite hero?
369 smiled shyly, "Jace."
That afternoon, that 11/1/7 Jess, was his eternal memory.
This secret is buried deep in his heart.
Another place.
"The momentum is overwhelming. With Jace's K1, EDG cannot handle the frontal poke damage! This shot is really painful!"
The doll's passionate voice echoed throughout the Internet cafe.
This Internet cafe is more upscale and has a huge central screen.
On the screen, it was the S6 Global Finals between EDG and K1.
Some rich, round-faced boys touched their right pocket unconsciously.
In the pocket is a crumpled piece of paper.
On the paper, there is the signature of Emperor Xu Ruoguang and a line of serious wishes.
"I wish you can become the person you want to be in the future, classmate Chen Zebin."
This is the signature that Ah Shui, who had met once before, kept his promise during the Chinese New Year last year and asked for it for him.
There was light in his eyes.
"I want to become a professional player like you."
"Wait for me, Brother Guang."
"Don't retire before I play in the LPL."
Same thing, another place.
Deng Zijian's eyes moved, as if he had already remembered this unstoppable Jace in his heart.
"Brother Guang, you are really strong."
"I really want to play professionally."
"I also want to enter the World Championships, and I also want to show my brilliance like him!"
There are many more situations like this.
In S6, almost no domestic top laner can rival the Korean top laner.
No matter who it was, it seemed like they could only get beaten if they met that group of people.
However, Xu Ruoguang is the only exception.
How could he not become the light in the hearts of those top laners who are aspiring to be professional?
"EDG has no power to fight back. This move, this Jace, may be beyond the expectations of many people, including me!"
"Let us congratulate K1, 2-0, for winning the match point game!"
"Now, there is only one last chance left before they go to the semi-finals."
"No matter what the final result is, no matter who is the winner today, even if K1 loses, Xu Ruoguang, Emperor, he did not lose!"
Miller sighed.
This is the LPL top laner with the strongest suppression and strength he has ever seen.
Moreover, he was once the number one top laner in the world.
As for whether it is number one this year, it depends on the next games.
Xu Ruoguang took off his headphones and high-fived Little Peanut as before.
“Performed well.”
He praised.
"It's all you in C."
Little Peanut replied shyly.
"Without you, there is no me."
Xu Ruoguang shook his head.
On the other side, Ah Guang looked unwilling.
His Rambo, 4/4/7.
There is no doubt that it is not a trap.
Although Xu Ruoguang penetrated the line, his team battle performance was still very good, and there was no famous scene of setting fire to the mountain.
However, being penetrated is the original sin.
A Guang raised his head, as if he wanted to look for that tall figure, but he only saw the figure with Emperor printed on his back, walking down the stage step by step.
"..."
He opened his mouth but said nothing.
Did Brother Guang hide anything? Absolutely not.
A Guang knew very well that Xu Ruoguang had taught him how to beat Jess.
But he just didn't play well.
This situation is more frustrating than not knowing how to fight.
Because you know you should have done better, but you didn't.
Aguang wanted to hit Xu Ruoguang's Jace like Xu Ruoguang taught him, but his reaction operation was more or less a beat slower.
In professional competitions, there is no room for mistakes in this shot.
This is his problem, not Xu Ruoguang's.
Therefore, Aguang was unwilling to give in.
If you can't fight at all, forget it.
But this is because he is not strong enough.
He exhaled.
What else can be done?
Not enough, just not enough.
Even if I say it a thousand times, it’s still not enough.
Sometimes, A Guang envies Xu Ruoguang.
I don't envy Xu Ruoguang's achievements, but I envy his talent.
The gap between people is wider than that between people and dogs.
Back in the lounge, Abu's expression was not as gloomy as they thought.
Abu looked at the players staring at him strangely, "Why are you looking at me?"
Aguang covered his eyes with his arms, "Coach, I'm sorry, I haven't played before."
The deep powerlessness and unwillingness were like burning fire, burning his heart.
The bone-eroding desire to win and sadness made A Guang, a man who always wore a bright smile, couldn't help but lower his head.
"Are you sorry for me? No, I see your training every day."
Abu shook his head.
He patiently walked to A Guang and squatted down, looking at A Guang.
"Are you very unwilling?"
Tiny sobs sounded, and Aguang couldn't bear it anymore.
He sobbed softly and spoke intermittently.
"I'm sorry, coach."
"I haven't played in the Spring Split."
"I haven't played in the summer games either."
"Now in the World Championship, I still can't beat it."
"I've lost so many games to him in a row, and I haven't even beaten him once."
"I can not be reconciled."
"I'm really unwilling."
Ah Guang sobbed.
That's the pain of a loser.
E-sports, that’s what it is.
There are winners and there are losers.
There are no eternal flowers on the brocade, only eternal success and failure.
In some shitty e-sports drama, the male and female protagonists sit on the trophy table and make out like no one else is around.
Under their butts, how many people have dreams that can never be realized?
This is eSports.
Cruel and true.
"You've done a great job."
Abu smiled and gently pulled Aguang's arm away.
Patiently helped him wipe away his tears and said seriously.
"K1 is very strong, we have always known it."
"It's a fact that you can't beat K1."
"You don't need to put so much pressure on yourself, Aguang."
"We can't defeat K1. It's not your problem alone."
Abu stood up and said seriously.
"Don't feel lost, you are the best professional players in my heart."
"We may indeed be defeated today."
"But so what? There are no eternal winners and no eternal losers!"
"We are still young and we still have a chance."
"EDG's curse of the top eight may not be broken this year."
"Many people will scold us, say we are incompetent, and say we have no future."
"But, I never thought so."
"I believe people can make progress, and of course you do too."
"For the last time, I have only one request for you."
"Show your own style and don't have too many scruples, you know?"
"Let everyone know that our EDG cannot beat K1 this year, but it's definitely not because we don't want to win."
"I want you to have a clear conscience, can you do it?"
deft's eyes were red and he nodded seriously.
Meikuan put her hands under her glasses and rubbed them, and nodded heavily.
Pawn smiled and raised one of his fists.
"EDG!"
He shouted seriously.
Ming Kai's dead fish eyes also felt a little more relieved.
He stretched out his hand and leaned against Pawn's hand.
"EDG!"
A Guang took a deep breath, stood up, and showed a somewhat embarrassed smile.
"EDG!"
Including Abu, six hands gathered together.
"come on!"
We will fail, but we will not succumb to fate.
No matter how many times you fall down, you will still slap the so-called big mouth of fate.
Professional players are people who create impossible miracles.