What kind of job does such a dish play? Go home and raise pigs

"Still amazing, Emperor's Jess gave us a massacre show! Now the game time is 24 minutes, Jess's head has reached seven, and he is about to super god!"

The boy in front of the screen punched hard and couldn't help cheering.

"Damn it, light!"

Similar to him are other people in this Internet cafe,

Internet cafes lingering in the smell of smoke are originally places where filth is hidden.

But at this moment, whether it is a social animal who is scolded by the boss on weekdays, gets up at 6 or 7 o'clock every day and goes out to take the bus to work, or a student who studies hard in school, or a small vendor who gets up early every day and is greedy for night.

They have only one identity, League of Legends gamers.

They are also real people who laugh at victory and worry about failure.

This is the real joy of e-sports.

Don't change because of your social status, don't change because of what kind of person you are.

At the moment, they're gamers, that's all.

Looking at the Internet cafe that was full of excitement, the boy excitedly started bragging to his companions beside him.

"Have you seen Haozi, what the fuck, Brother Guang's Jess is really invincible!"

"Kenan in the last one, Jess in this one!"

"My God, why is Brother Guang so handsome!"

Bai Jiahao stared at the screen tightly.

There was Xu Ruoguang's handsome and serious face.

He raised his head and looked at those people in the Internet cafe.

The usually frowning young social animal is smiling happily at this moment, and anyone can see his joy.

Every day, the uncle who gets up early and is greedy for the night 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 the moment.

This smile is more sincere than the time he got the bonus.

"E-sports...professional players?"

Bai Jiahao has heard too many comments about game players losing their minds.

However, at this moment, looking at the smiles of these people, he was a little confused.

Is e-sports a thing that brings happiness to people, or a disaster that makes people lose their minds?

Bai Jiahao didn't quite understand.

However, faintly, an inexplicable impulse sprouted in his heart.

He held his own Faxiao's shoulders, and said seriously to Faxiao who turned his head away without knowing it.

"Me, I also want to play professionally."

He was a little jerky at first, but he became more determined as he went on.

"I want to be, like him, a professional player."

He knows exactly what he's talking about.

However, he really longed for that stage.

Fa Xiao's eyes were a little startled, but also a little unexpected.

"Tch, I also want to be a professional player. If you can play wild for Brother Guang, it will be worth it in this life."

He waved his hand,

"It's a pity, at least you have to be a king to play a profession, right? And you have to be in the first district."

"Otherwise you have to go to Hanbok, the last Hanbok king."

"Haoko, are you okay?"

Bai Jiahao didn't say much, but just smiled honestly.

"It might work?"

………

A few years later, when the host asked him, what is your favorite hero?

369 smiled shyly, "Jess."

That afternoon, that 11/1/7 Jess, is his eternal memory.

The secret was buried deep in his heart.

another place.

"It's overwhelming, with Jayce's K1, EDG can't handle the frontal poke damage! This shot is really too painful!"

The doll's passionate voice echoed throughout the Internet cafe.

This internet cafe is more premium and has a huge central screen.

On the screen, it was the S6 global finals between EDG and K1.

Some rich, round-faced teenagers unconsciously touched their right pocket.

In the pocket was a crumpled piece of paper.

On the paper was the signature of Xu Ruoguang's flamboyant Emperor, as well as a line of serious wishes.

"I wish you can become the person you want to be in the future, classmate Chen Zebin."

This was last year's Chinese New Year, Ah Shui, who had met once, kept his promise and signed for him to come.

There is light in his eyes.

"I, want to be, a professional player like you."

"Wait for me, Brother Guang."

"Don't retire until I play LPL."

Same, another place.

Deng Zijian's eyes flickered, as if he had already remembered this unstoppable Jess in his heart.

"Brother Guang, you are really strong."

"I really want to play professionally."

"I also want to enter the World Championship, and I also want to show my brilliance like him!"

There are many more cases like this.

In S6, almost no domestic top laner is an opponent of Korean top laner.

No matter who it is, it seems that they can only be beaten when they meet those people.

However, Xu Ruoguang was the only exception.

How could he not be the light in the hearts of those aspiring top laners?

"EDG didn't have any power to fight back. This one, this Jess, may have surprised many people, including me!"

"Let us congratulate K1, two to zero, and won the match point game!"

"Now, before they go to the semi-finals, there is only the last one left."

"No matter what the final result is, no matter who the winner is today, even if K1 loses, Xu Ruoguang, Emperor, he will not lose!"

Miller sighed.

This is the most oppressive and powerful LPL top laner he has ever seen.

Moreover, he was once the world's number one top laner.

As for whether it is the first this year, it depends on the next game.

Xu Ruoguang took off his earphones and gave Little Peanut a high-five as usual.

"Played well."

He boasted.

"It's you in C."

Little Peanut replied shyly.

"Without you, and without me."

Xu Ruoguang shook his head.

On the other side, Ah Guang showed unwillingness.

His Rambo, 4/4/7.

There is no doubt that it is not a pit.

Although the line was penetrated by Xu Ruoguang, the team battle was still very good, and there was no famous scene of setting fire to the mountain.

However, being pierced is the original sin.

Ah Guang raised his head, as if he wanted to look for that tall and straight figure, but he only saw the figure with Emperor printed on his back, walking down the stage step by step.

"..."

He opened his mouth and said nothing.

Did Brother Guang hide anything? Absolutely not.

Ah 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.

Ah Guang wanted to hit Xu Ruoguang's Jess like Xu Ruoguang taught him, but his reaction operation was somewhat slow.

In professional competitions, there is no room for a mistake in this shot.

This is his problem, not Xu Ruoguang's.

Therefore, Ah Guang was not reconciled.

If you can't fight at all, forget it.

But this is because his own strength is not enough.

He exhales.

What else can I do?

Not enough, just not enough.

Saying it ten thousand times is still not enough.

Sometimes, Ah Guang is very envious of Xu Ruoguang.

It's not that I envy Xu Ruoguang's achievements, but his talent.

The gap between people is bigger 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 all looking at me?"

Ah Guang covered his eyes with his arms, "Coach, I'm sorry, I haven't played before."

The deep powerlessness and unwillingness were like a raging fire, burning his heart.

The desperation and sadness of winning and losing made Ah Guang, a man with a bright smile, couldn't help but bow his head.

"Are you sorry for me? No, I see your daily training."

Abu shook his head.

He patiently walked up to Ah Guang and squatted down, looking at Ah Guang.

"Are you very unhappy?"

Subtle sobs sounded, and Ah Guang couldn't bear it anymore.

He sobbed softly and spoke intermittently.

"I'm sorry, Coach."

"I didn't play in the Spring Split."

"I haven't even played in the summer split."

"Now the World Championship, I still can't beat it."

"I've lost him so many times in a row, I haven't even beaten him once."

"I can not be reconciled."

"I'm really not reconciled."

Aang sobbed.

That's the loser's pain.

Esports, that is.

There are winners and there are losers.

There are no eternal flowers and brocades, only eternal success and failure.

In a shitty e-sports drama, the hero and heroine sit on the trophy stand and make out with each other as if no one else is around.

Under their buttocks, how many people can never realize their dreams?

This is esports.

Cruel, true.

"You've done a good job."

A Bu smiled, and gently pulled A Guang's arm away.

Patiently helping him wipe away his tears, he said seriously.

"K1 is strong, we've always known that."

"It's also true that I can't beat K1."

"You don't need to put so much pressure on yourself, Ah Guang."

"We couldn't beat K1, it's not your problem."

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're still young, we still have a chance."

"The curse of EDG's top eight may still not be broken this year."

"Many people will scold us, say we are incompetent, and say we are worthless."

"But, I never thought so."

"I believe that people can improve, and of course you can too."

"The last one, I have only one request for you."

"Play your own style, don't have too many scruples, you know?"

"Let everyone know that our EDG team can't 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.

Sister Kou put her hands under her glasses and rubbed them, and nodded heavily.

Pawn smiled and raised one of his fists.

"EDG!"

He roared seriously.

There was also some relief in Ming Kai's dead fish eyes.

He stretched out his hand and leaned against pawn's hand.

"EDG!"

Ah Guang took a deep breath, stood up, and showed a somewhat embarrassing smile.

"EDG!"

Including Abu, six hands came together.

"come on!"

We will fail, but we will not succumb to fate.

No matter how many times you fall, you still have to slap the so-called fate's big mouth.

Professional players are people who create impossible miracles.