In the afternoon in the old city, the sun shines through the dusty window lattice, dyeing the dust floating in the air into an almost decadent gold.
Ling Shuang lowered her head and rubbed a dark golden trophy with her fingertips.
That was the honor when she led the "Star Wars" team to win the national finals three years ago. The cup is engraved with her ID: Frost.
The metal touch from the trophy was cold and hard, just like her state of mind at the moment.
The once all-powerful top tactician was forced to retire due to severe tendonitis and factional fighting within the club.
However, fate seems not to let go of this girl who has spent her youth in the e-sports arena.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the fragile security door was violently kicked open and hit the peeling wall, stirring up a burst of dust.
Ling Shuang didn't move, didn't even raise her eyelids, she just calmly put the trophy in her hand back on the wooden stand.
She heard the heavy and messy footsteps, and the smell of cheap perfume mixed with low-quality tobacco - that was the smell of her stepmother Zhao Lan and her creditors coming to her door.
