On the day I was admitted to Tsinghua University, I just wanted to be a quiet academic.
My roommates thought I was a boring gourd who only knew how to read, and people in the e-sports club laughed at me for being a handicapped person.
They don't know that my father pushed me in front of the computer to play shooting games when I was four years old.
Other people's childhood was spent in Mathematical Olympiad classes and cram schools. My childhood was spent in compulsory training for two hours a day, and I was not allowed to eat if my KD was lower than 3.0.
For eighteen years, my biggest dream has been to escape from the game and study hard.
Until someone humiliated my roommate during the campus league.
I put down my advanced math book and stretched my wrist.
At that moment, the entire server remembered my ID.
My father sent a WeChat message: "Don't embarrass your father."
I replied: "Got it."
Then the first qualifying match in eighteen years was played.
Three days later, I went from zero to the king.
The whole school exploded.
Professional teams are crazy.
And I just want to go back and write my advanced math homework.
