Create a great era of e-sports

Chapter 92 The warmth of home
soon.

The assistant is gone too.

Not long after, Wu Sheng's own train arrived.

"I'm leaving too."

Looking at ZSMJ (Gong Jian) ​​beside him, Wu Sheng said with a smile: "You are alone and pay attention to safety!"

"Let's go." ZSMJ sniffed: "Be careful."

"Ah."

Wu Sheng nodded, got up and took his luggage, and under ZSMJ's gaze, got up and took two steps, then suddenly turned around and said, "Jingzhou Cup, are you coming?"

ZSMJ showed hesitation on his face.

"I don't know, maybe I will come or not, it depends on my family."

His family is reasonable or doesn't care about him, as long as there are no problems, everything is up to him.

Although Mo Yu told them that Moyu Company will continue to organize e-sports competitions in the future, but if you lose a game, you will win it. If you can't win the championship, why should you support yourself?
No.2 is only [-] per person, and if you save money, it will only take a year at most.

What's next?
Do you really have to live by playing games?
ZSMJ is not sure.

He thought about living by playing games, but subconsciously felt that this road was not solid enough, did he really want to put the most youthful years of his life on it?

Wu Sheng choked.

The most powerful players in FTD are himself and ZSMJ in the bottom lane.

When he won the runner-up yesterday, he was still imagining that even if everyone left separately, they could still continue training online to prepare for the next Jingzhou Cup.

But when it was time to part, family, society, and the future, the pressure of reality poured down, and he realized that even if he wanted to maintain the team, it would be difficult, let alone the future.

Is there really no hope for the road ahead?

Wu Sheng felt a little scared.

"Okay, I see. Then I'll go first, the car is here! Keep in touch!"

"keep in touch!"

Most of the trains in 07 were green leather trains. The carriages were full of people, crowded, smelly and noisy. After finally finding his seat, Wu Sheng put down his luggage and looked out the window in a daze.

The team members all went their separate ways, and their future was uncertain.

It was obviously very lively yesterday, and the team also had the strength to compete for the championship, but the pressure of reality was too great, and he fell into confusion.

He remembered what Mo Yu said that the Jingzhou Cup was sponsored by a big company, and the prize money was very high. FTD was strong enough to fight, but now that we are separated, can we still get together in the future?

Is there any chance for everyone to meet up again to compete in the arena?

I am willing to leave the competition, go back and continue to be an auto repair apprentice, and then I will be a teacher, dealing with parts and oil every day?

Those incomparably nimble hands on the keyboard will be black and covered with engine oil every day?

In the end, I was able to work part-time for others, and I was able to open an auto repair shop.

Is this kind of life really what you want?

Wu Sheng didn't know, and felt very confused about the future.

On the train.

He has been thinking.

It was not confirmed until the dozens of hours of driving ended and I arrived in a familiar small town.

"Handsome, do you want to take a car?"

"Accommodation? We have hot water and a little girl, it's very cheap!"

"Are you eating?"

"Xicun, do you have any in Xicun?"

The familiar local accent brought him back to reality, Wu Sheng put away his thoughts, pulled himself together, and walked towards home.

Near nostalgia timid.

One month away from home, the closer the home, the stronger the feeling of homesickness, Wu Sheng walked a few steps quickly, stepped through the gate, and entered the community.

His family lives in a very old community.

The house is small, and my parents are workers, so I am not rich, but I am not starving to death, and I live a normal life.

"Whisper, where have you been? I haven't seen you for a while!"

"Hush, are you back?"

on the way home.

The acquainted neighbor asked about the current situation, Wu Sheng responded casually, and walked to the gate.

The smell of food came out through the doors and windows, and Wu Sheng knew that it was the big meal prepared for him by his parents when they knew he was coming back today.

Click.

He took out the key to open the door, and the familiar environment came into view, and the voice of his parents came, which made him a little bit stunned.

"Mom, I'm back!"

There was a clanging sound from the kitchen, and the parents poked their heads out, and were pleasantly surprised to find that their son, whom they hadn't seen for a month, had returned.

Wiping the apron with her hands, the mother complained, "Why don't you call and ask your father to pick you up?"

Dad held a kitchen knife in his hand, and said in a serious and happy tone, "Get ready to eat."

His parents didn't blame him for leaving home for a month, but instead carefully prepared meals for his return.

The long-lost warmth dispelled Wu Sheng's inner confusion. He put down his luggage, and it was the first time he had never done housework before, and he took the initiative to help prepare.

The dinner table.

"Dad, Mom, this is the prize money I got for winning the game, here it is for you."

Wu Sheng took out the tightly packed 1 yuan in cash from his backpack and handed it to his parents, with a slightly ostentatious tone.

He took it out on his way home.

He wanted his parents to know that their son was not messing around when he went out, but that he really went to play games and made money with his own strength.

More importantly, he wants his parents to be proud of what their son has achieved.

The money was on the table, and my father took it, counted it, and handed it back to him.

"You earned this money yourself, so keep it for yourself. When you grow up, you will have more places to spend your money."

His mother also smiled and said, "The family has money, so I don't need yours. If you go out to compete, you will lose weight, so eat more." Mother stretched out her chopsticks and picked up his favorite big chicken drumsticks.

Mother hands line, wandering clothing.Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.

Parents never extravagantly expect the rewards of their offspring. When they return home, they are more concerned about whether they are thin, whether they eat well, and whether they sleep well.

Wu Sheng took the money and said no more.

After dinner.

The family laughed and laughed.

It was rare for Wu Sheng not to play games in the bedroom, but to sit on the sofa and watch TV with his parents.

The situation in his family is much better than that of the others. His parents are reasonable and never restrict him from playing games. Even if he left home for a month, he didn't blame him. Instead, he asked about the situation of the game with great interest.

Wu Sheng rose up and described it vividly. When they heard that they regretted losing and did not win the championship, both of them felt sorry for him.

When they heard that the prize money for the championship might be hundreds of thousands, the traditional parents were even more surprised. They couldn't believe that the prize money of a game was so high, and it even appeared on TV and newspapers. It was unbelievable.

Wu Sheng smiled and told them about these things, and when it came to rising, he looked forward to it: "The game company said that there will be a game in a few months, and the prize money will be very high. I think I will continue to work with my teammates Participate in the competition, come back with a champion, and use the prize money to buy you a car and a house!"

The parents laughed and said no, they just hoped that he could live a stable life.

By the end of the chat, it was already late at night.

When Wu Sheng was about to wash up and take a break, his father suddenly came over and asked, "You like playing this kind of e-sports game very much, don't you want to learn auto repair?"

　Let me explain, the real 09 is a top student at Zhejiang University.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)