Sixteen-year-old Lin Ran always huddles in the corner of an Internet cafe in a small southern town, holding a mouse with the paint worn off in his left hand - that's the posture he uses to play "Glory" and the reason why he is laughed at for being "anti-human". In addition to a welder's old wristband, all that his father left to him was a mouse pad cut from overalls. Motor oil stains stained the canvas like stars, which was very much like the thought he had hidden in his heart: relying on these hands, he could pay off the mortgage for his mother.
When the flyer for the City Contest landed next to his mouse, he didn't know how far fate would push the ID "Flame Shadow". Huang Zhiqiang squatted at the door of the Internet cafe and smoked half a pack of cigarettes, and the corners of the trial letter he was handed were soaked with sweat; in the morning fog of the youth training camp, his father's wristbands tightened his wrists and turned red; Zhou Ming's taunts collided with the water bottles handed by Sun Peng; the lights in the training room were on until midnight, and the sound of Aphelios' crossbow arrows switching was mixed with the aroma of pickles sent by his mother.
This is not a legend of cheating all the way. It's the boy holding the mouse in his left hand who clutches his wrist guard and refuses to admit defeat when he falls behind on the physical fitness track; it's the assistant Thresh shouting "go" when he flashes his blocking skills in a team battle with five people; it's the words "hold on" on the back of his father's photo, which burns in the middle of the night when he wants to give up.
From the tactical diagrams in the noodle soup at the Internet cafe to the spotlight of the LDL game, he moved forward with the tenacity of his welder father and the plum blossom wristbands embroidered by his mother. In the bizarre world of e-sports, old mouse pads are always spread on the corner of the table, and wrist guards are worn and seamed - it turns out that the so-called journey is just to carry the thoughts of your family in your arms, use the back of your teammates as a source of strength, and burn your own fire amidst the sound of the keyboard.
