In the eyes of adults, Lu Wei is a boy who is "spoiled by the game", but in the canyon, he is also the top player with 2807 points in the peak competition, a blade hidden in the sheath that has not been unsheathed. A dispute on an autumn night allowed him to once again understand the rulers of adults - they only recognized the "towering tree" of getting into college and finding a good job, but they couldn't see his love that "slanted out", and they didn't know that his edge had long been hardened into ice on the screen.
Those moments that ignite in the canyon are like the fireflies hidden under the textbooks when I was a teenager. The micro-management that blooms at the fingertips is another kind of calligraphy. Is the tacit understanding in team battles inferior to the chess players' strategies between the warp and latitude? Prejudgment is a fateful rebellion rehearsed thousands of times, and cooperation is a tacit alliance. When you grit your teeth and hold on to the crystal in a headwind situation, what you have developed is clearly the tenacity to live toward death!
Therefore, he wants to break the worldly prejudice: games are never evidence of wasted time. Those accurate predictions and persistence against the wind will eventually become his blade against reality and split through all the haze that is not understood.
When the whole world is urging young people to become assembly-line works, the time that is dismissed as wasted is precisely the mark of the soul's silent defection.
