The night is like a pool of thick ink that cannot be dissolved.
In the "Nirvana" team's training base, the air is so thick that it seems like water can be squeezed out, mixed with the spicy smell of overnight pickled pepper and chicken feet in cheap takeout boxes, and the slightly burnt plastic smell emitted by overheated electronic components. The only source of sound is the cooling fan of the server in the corner, which is emitting an ancient and stubborn hum, as if singing the last elegy for this dying space.
Lin Che was sitting in the center of this buzz.
He was like a forgotten stone statue, staring motionlessly at the 27-inch monitor in front of him. On the screen, the game video of "Starfall Battle Chess" was played at 0.5 Times speed. In the picture, the blue star tide, representing his current mortal enemy, the "Tianqing" team, was tearing apart the opponent's red defense line in an unreasonable and violent manner.
The commander of "Tianqing", Yun Fan, ID "Xiao Li Guang".
The boy who is regarded as a god by countless new generation players.
Lin Che's pupils reflected the brilliant star map explosion on the screen. His fingers tapped on the table unconsciously. It was an old mechanical keyboard, and the letters on the keycaps had long been worn away and blurred. His fingertips were cold, as if they had just been fished out of ice water.
"It's this style of fighting again..." Lin Che let out an almost inaudible growl, like sandpaper rubbing against her throat.
