In a small southern town in 2006, e-sports was still labeled as "not doing business properly". The mechanical keyboard with its paint worn off is his most cherished object. The dim light in the corner of the Internet cafe reflects countless late nights of repeated practice. Without the aura of extraordinary talent, his operations relied entirely on boring polishing day after day; there was no applause from others, only the frowns of his family and the gossip of his neighbors. The pressure of rent, the exhaustion of part-time jobs, the disagreements between teammates, the weight of reality pressed on this twenty-year-old young man again and again. He is not born to be a strong player on the field, but he just holds on to the glimmer of light in his heart that is unwilling to go out - every precise move on the virtual battlefield is a silent struggle against real difficulties; every victory of teamwork is a powerful response to "losing one's mind by playing with things". He groped forward amidst smoke bombs and gunshots. He had to balance survival and love, and also find direction in the barbaric era of the industry. With the rhythm of his fingertips, he wrote his own growth step by step, and also witnessed the stumbling footsteps of an emerging field from chaos to standardization.
