The award ceremony of the finals is coming to an end. Lin Yuezheng, the new core player of Team Xinghui, is standing on the podium and receiving the championship trophy. The camera is focused on his face, full of high spirits. Shen Ye stood in the shadow of the back row of the audience, looking at the dazzling trophy on the stage, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes. He had won that trophy three times, and he had tried his best every time, but this time, he didn't even have a chance to play. In the last game of the semifinals, the team temporarily replaced him on the grounds of "physical discomfort" and let Lin Yue take over as the starter. Although he won the championship in the end, he failed to win.
After the awards, reporters swarmed around Lin Yue to ask about his feelings about winning the championship. Someone caught a glimpse of Shen Ye from the corner of his eye and suddenly asked loudly: "Team Shen, I heard that you are leaving Team Xinghui because your hand speed has declined and you can't keep up with the rhythm of the game?"
These words were like a needle, piercing the calmness on Shen Ye's surface. He raised his eyes to look at the reporter, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "The value of an e-sports player is never measured by age. Hand speed can be practiced and tactics can be sharpened, but not everyone has the love for glory." After saying that, he did not stay any longer, turned and walked out of the e-sports center. The cheers and flashlights behind him gradually faded away, leaving only the autumn wind blowing the corners of his clothes with a biting coldness.
