The abandoned e-sports stadium late at night is like a forgotten tomb. Dust was floating in the moonlight, cobwebs were wrapped around the rusty e-sports chair, and yellowing trophies were piled in the corner - those were Lu Mingyuan's glory three years ago, but now they are covered in dust.
He sat in front of the computer in the center, and the blue light of the screen reflected the old winding scar on his left cheek, like an unhealed wound. His fingertips touched the keyboard lightly, and the long-lost ID "Han Blade" slowly appeared on the login interface. There was no password and no verification. The system seemed to have been waiting for him to come back.
The title of the live broadcast room is only one line, pale but sharp: "Today, play a forbidden game."
Audience: 98,723.
The barrage is sparse, but every sentence is stinging:
"Retired waste still dares to start broadcasting? Do you really think you are a legend?"
"Han Blade? My grandfather should have quit when he was playing games."
"Hurry up and sell barbecue, don't pollute the e-sports circle."
