Three years.
From "Frost" being held up to the altar in the spotlight, to the network administrator huddled in the corner of this smoke-filled Internet cafe, all it took was an "accidental" hand injury and a cold statement from the club. The statement was beautifully written, thanking me for my efforts, wishing me the best for the future, and welding the words "unable to maintain competitive status due to injury" to my name.
Then Chen Yu, my former substitute, naturally took over the jungle position, took over the core, and took over all the glory.
"Hey, that network administrator over there!" It was the guy who just called for renewal again. He came over, smelling like instant noodles, "Can you play "Starfall"? We are short of someone in the water club here, so we can temporarily support you? If I lose, I won't blame you. If I win, the Internet fee will be free!"
There was no respect in his eyes, he was just trying to catch the young man. His companion next to him was already urging impatiently: "Hurry up, just come to anyone who knows how to use skills!"
I glanced at the sleepy face of the boss behind the bar, and then at Chen Yu's flawless victor's posture frozen on the screen. Something burned in my stomach, hot and smelling of rust.
