"Your skills are good and your reactions are quick."
Yan Zhan also took off his headphones and glanced at Mingyu lightly.
I wasn't angry because of his baseless accusations.
Mingyu pouted: "Uncle Yan, it's so insincere for you to praise others after you win."
His proud skills were instantly reduced to rubbish in front of Yan Zhan. The young man felt dissatisfied, but more importantly, he recognized and admired the strong man.
He didn't know how Yan Zhan did it, but he had heard from his grandfather before that Yan Zhan was a master in computers.
Mingyu suddenly thought, if he must study, he should also major in computer science in college!
Apparently, he has forgotten that his previous dream was to be a rock singer.
Who says that only women are fickle, men are also fickle.
"The only thing you lack is awareness." Yan Zhan didn't care about his dissatisfaction, but pointed out his shortcomings.
Lack of awareness?
Ming Yu carefully recalled that when he fired just now, it seemed that Yan Zhan could accurately predict the bullet's position every time and then skillfully avoid it.
Not only that, Yan Zhan can also predict his location, so that his concealment cannot be hidden under Yan Zhan's conscious judgment.
Manshu also watched carefully. The two of them played games. Yan Zhan relied solely on prediction. However, his marksmanship was also very accurate. Every shot was not fired randomly.
"Uncle Third, you mean that as long as Mingyu improves his awareness, he can indeed become a professional player?"
Manshu remembered that in the future, e-sports will indeed be regarded as a career by many young people. The e-sports industry will flourish and e-sports can also bring glory to the country.
Therefore, she does not reject this industry.
"He has potential, but..."
Yan Zhan paused for a moment, and everyone's attention was on him.
Mr. Ming didn't even know what to say. He wanted Yan Zhan to crush his grandson and let him get beaten up so that he would know what social evil is.
But this fight gave him confidence.
Look at what Yan Zhan said, why does he seem to be encouraging Xiao Ming?
"But what?" Mingyu thought. He has this potential. Does that mean he can work hard in this direction in the future?
Uncle Yan is indeed his idol, not as rigid and stubborn as his grandfather and his parents.
"Taking e-sports as a career will be very hard. Can you persist in practicing boringly day after day?"
It's not that Yan Zhan looks down on Ming Yu, but that many people play this, initially out of interest.
But when interest turns into a career, it becomes a burden.
Practicing the same movement every day with an accuracy of 99% cannot be supported by interest.
"Of course!" Mingyu's eyes were bright, which was very different from his usual way of being careless and indifferent to everything.
Mr. Ming also discovered this.
He sighed in his heart and couldn't help pouring cold water on his grandson: "Okay, you have lost to A Zhan. Now you comply with the bet and go to school tomorrow!"
"Do you want to transfer to Yingcai?" Manshu looked at Mingyu.
She didn't know whether Mingyu's grades were good or bad, but he looked good.
Such a boy will miss the youth of many girls in school.
The teachers may also have a headache when they see him.
"Yes, how does Manshu feel about transferring to your school and being in the same class as you and Siyu?" Mr. Ming's eyes lit up.
At first glance, Manshu is more stable than his grandson. With her watching over him at school, he is not afraid of anything happening to Mingyu.