On a late autumn rainy night, in a greasy Internet cafe, the neon lights blur the outlines of losers.
Lu Jin buried his youth, pride, and future in those useless hands.
The reputation of match-fixing, irreversible hand injuries, and boundless despair reduced him to a puddle of dying ashes.
Until Su Jianwei appeared.
She could see the color of emotions, and saw the unwilling scarlet surging in the dark despair around him.
She said: "What's stuck in your hands is not your nerves, but your inner demons."
She said: "The dawn needs a miracle, and you are not willing to turn into ashes."
A trial contract, a 30% possibility.
When the down-and-out wild king meets the cold redeemer, when the bottom team encounters the undying fighting spirit——
A spark ignites from the ashes, and glory emerges from a desperate situation.
Along the way, we turned against the wind and faced the sun.
He is Lu Jin, and he will eventually shine on the top of e-sports with the fire of Jin.
