Before the spotlight of the graduation ceremony was turned off, Zhou Lin was dragged into a smoky Internet cafe by his best friend. In front of the greasy keyboard, he pulled the trigger of CSGO2 for the first time, and the AK bullets nailed four enemies like water - the "AK Godfather" was born!
>But the father in the Rolls-Royce looked on coldly, and the mother tore up the registration form. Wu Yaoyao, her childhood sweetheart, said goodbye in tears: "Playing games has no future..." With a million-dollar fortune and five yuan for Internet fees, the price of the dream is cold and biting.
He stole the key to his father's dusty basement, and in the abandoned "Raptor's Nest", he used his father's old equipment from twenty years ago to form a scarred team. The painkillers on the wrist are a daily routine, the iron fist of the professional team is a baptism, and the roar of teammates is a war song.
When the smoke of the national finals ignited, the father who coughed up blood slapped a five million check on the table: "Your battlefield? Get the championship back! Get the position that I didn't reach back then!" ** The silent battlefield between father and son, the unfinished dream of two generations of e-sports people, all bullets - you have to kneel down!
